chapter 3: shattered glass...shattered Mattie...
He had heard the shatter and jumped up rushing to the source with half a dozen people.
"That wasn't Mathew was it…" he thought absent-mindedly then froze. It was Mathew who sat in a pool of his own blood cradling his hand whimpering and rocking back and forth like a mad man. Alfred's blood turned to ice and he momentarily felt the need to join him.
Was it something to do with his country…did some natural disaster happen? Then his eyes shimmered with tears as he realized the glittering stuff around his brother was shards of glass which would explain the loud crash and broken glass and it was with a stab that Alfred realized maybe he didn't know his brother as well as he assumed he had.
Shaking himself he stepped forward while everyone else pointing and whispering at Mathew like he was an animal. Suddenly Alfred's blood got red-hot and he whipped around yelling
"BEAT IT..." now whether it was because of the rage in his voice or the fact as a country he had some control over his citizens if need be they all scrambled away.
He knelt next to his brother and gently touched his shoulder. Mathew jerked away stiffening and letting out a painful cry.
"…..Mathew?" Alfred asked gently beginning to shake in fear t seeing his brother like this…..was this part of his sickness? Or was he lashing out?
Alfred had no clue and seeing as the only help book he had read was on this sort of stuff; was a page on accident a long time ago when Britain dragged him to a library and he had mistaken it as a comic book, because of the comic looking kid being attacked on the cover so he wasn't exactly an expert on what to do when your crazed brother smashes his fist through glass! So excuse him if the hero shed a few tears …but for the record he was perfectly calm.
"HOLY SHIT DUDE ARE YOU OK….YOU IDIOT WHY THE HECK DID YOU SMASH YOUR FIST INTO THE FUCKING MIRROR…GOSH DUDE ARE YOU MENTAL….ARE YOU SICK…DEPRESSED…EMO….EMOISH….HOLY CRAP….CRAP BASKETS…" then he broke off into cussing seeing as he had kicked the wall and now was hopping around like an idiot because it hurt like hell!
"..S….sorry…" came a meek response that made the Alfred stop jumping and stare at his brother.
"….I'm not mad…." He bent down and held his brother feeling as he stiffened then relax.
"p….pr…promise…" he whimpered his bottom lip quivering and what looked like bloodied finger prints running down his face as if he had tried to claw his face off.
Alfred nodded and rested his forehead upon his brothers looking into his purple eyes that quickly looked away a pink tinge appearing on his face.
"Yeah I promise…just why the fuck did you do that bro?" he asked his face mere inches from his brothers.
"I….I…" for a second Mathew's eyes found Alfred and he sucked in his breath feeling an enormous wave of pain come over him as purple eyes filled with tears.
"…..I'm sorry…" was all he said and Alfred not having the heart to push an answer from him now simple nodded and gently kissed his forehead. Then Mathew's body shook with sobs and he clung onto Alfred somewhat painfully, but Alfred didn't mind, and he soothingly stroked his brothers back humming a song papa France used to sing to them when they were little until his brothers sobs turned to whimpers and his body relaxed against his own.
Alfred kept humming softly but if you were to look into his eyes they were blazing with anger.
"Mathew…I know I've been a jerk in the past…but I'm not leaving you again do you hear me….ill keep you safe," he said firmly and added to himself ..."and find out what bastard did this to you".