Mmmm Kitty29 here with the second part of 'The Incident' chapter thing.
Sorry that I didn't have this posted sooner, that's what happens when have a vague outline of a chapter and ten thousands idea of how to fill it with fluff. MMM fail kitty is fail.
Anyways, I took a lot of chances with the chapter writing wise so please review and tell me if I did well or not!
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"It's...it's about Mattie actually, there, um..." He was hesitant, nervous, things that Alfred was not. "Four years ago...There was a..." He paused and turned elsewhere in a thinking matter, as if wondering if he should really go through with it. "...An incident and..." He looked up at the doctor. "I need to tell you about it."
Eliza's eyes widened slightly and her grip on her arm chair tightened. Every single member of the Bonnefoy-Kirkland family had at one point at least mentioned the incident to her but she knew nothing about what actually happened. Even Francis, who was usually more than forthcoming with his information, remained rather mum about the subject. All she knew was thatmit involved both Matthew and Alfred, and that she knew nothing about it. Until now.
Though she looked calm on the outside, inside she was far too excited, even by her standards. She brought herself back to earth by listing extremely boring therapist terms in her head.
Psychopharmacology...Geropsychology...
Ah, right on track.
"Why now and not before?" The Doctor questioned when Alfred fell into silence. He glanced up at her and opened his mouth as if to speak but seemed to think better of it and returned his gaze back to the carpeted floor. This continued for a bit, each time Alfred looking as if he just couldn't find the right words before he slinked away.
"Take your time," Dr. John assured and Alfred nodded.
"Right..." He said more to himself. He exhaled deeply before speaking. "You know...you know about Matt and I's...about our situation? Right?"
Eliza nodded. "Yes, I know that you two were separated at a very young age and were reunited about five years ago?"
Alfred nodded, a small disbelieving smile on his face. "Yeah. Then my real French dad and nanny turned adopted British dad met and got married." His smile grew and a hollow bark of a laugh escaped him. "Jeez, when said out loud my life sounds so fucked up." He laughed again before he realizing his f-bomb slip and looked back at his shoes. "Sorry."
"It's fine." If it were another client his age she would have added 'I'm not your mother' but this was not the time. "So this has something to do with your past?"
"Yes, wait, no! Uh...maybe?" He wondered if it would have been better if he had postponed this meeting until he had a better idea of what he was going to say. Oh well, it was too late now. He scratched the back of his head as he continued on with his thoughts. "I don't know, look, all I know is that I have to get this thing off my chest. I...I have a lot on my plate right now. With school and stalkers and Matt and trying to get a girlfriend and—" He stopped when he realized then even just thinking about it was causing him to get short of breath. He dug his nails into the couch and changed the subject. "I just don't want this...Thing this past mistake that I..." He sighed through his nose and his voice grew quiet. "That I know isn't my fault."
Though he was the one who said it he obviously didn't believe it. Rather, he said it as if it was something that was told to him constantly. Told to him over and over and over again until he pretended to accept it just it would stop. "I don't want this to be the thing that will break me when I have..." He looked up at the female. "You. You're like my guide, right?"
Eliza smirked. "You can call me that."
Alfred smiled nervously and the room lapsed into silence again. The Doctor remained silent and watched Alfred as he stared down at nothing, collecting his thoughts. It was rare moments like these that the similarities between the twins were the most obvious. Their nervous habits were pretty much a perfect match. The fiddling of clothes, the avoiding of eye contact; even the way he would sometimes glance up at the doctor from under his longish eyelashes then quickly look away when he saw she was looking. Most people who knew the twins knew them as two completely different people. However, she knew better. She knew that in the core of both of them were nervous, damaged, scared little boys. Alfred just hid it better.
"Okay," Alfred said, breaking the good doctor from her thoughts. "Right...I'm fine..." He assured before running a shaky hand through his hair and focusing on a painting near Dr. John's head. It seemed like he was ready. "So it...it happened about four years ago...Back when Matt, dad, papa and I lived in—"
"America? Yeah I used to live there." Matthew said as he and Gilbert walked along innocently. Hours had passed since the five minute mark and the two had a lovely walk through the park. That was of course, until Gilbert got bored and the two wondered off to a comic book store. It was there that Matthew discovered that Gilbert had no clue about the comic book universe—he thought that Spiderman had a Spider cave! The horror! And so Matthew spent at least an hour trying to cram as much information he could into the older students head—in which several of the comic book nerds that usually lounged around the store joined in(Gilbert made sure to get both himself and Matthew out of there before they all begin arguing over which Robin was the best). But now it was a bit late, and Gilbert still had that project to complete, so he decided to walk Matthew home before he retreated back to his headquarters as well. "I lived there for about a year before I moved back to Canada."
Gilbert smiled. "'Came back', huh? You lived here before?"
"Yep, I've lived in Canada most of my life. Though I was in Quebec before."
Gilbert laughed at that. "Quebec? I can't see someone like you coming from that province."
Matthew raised an eyebrow. "What's that suppose to mean?"
"I mean you're not a pompous ass." At this point he put on a really bad Quebecois accent. "French Canada zis zhe best Canada!" He paused to inhale on an imaginary cigarette and Matthew had to cover his mouth to muffle his completely manly giggles. "All zhe rest of Canada c'est pussy Canada!"
"I feel like I should be offended," Matthew said between laughs.
"Didn't I just say you're not like that?" Gilbert reminded with a smirk. "That is a compliment, Blondie."
"Okay but what about you?" Matthew asked. "Did you used to live in America?"
"Me? Yeah, yeah I did. Moved there a bit after my mom died."
...Oh.
"I'm sorry." Matthew quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to bring it u—"
He was cut off from a laugh from the albino. "Mattie, it's fine. My mom died years ago, I'm over it. Besides, my awesomeness needs to be shared with the world."
Gilbert grinned when that gained a laugh from the blond. It was a small timid laugh, but a laugh all the same.
"My house is just over there." Matthew said, pointing to a nearby house. Gilbert nodded and together they walked up its driveway and to the front door. Both of them stood awkwardly in front of the house, each of them not exactly sure how they wanted to end their outing. Matthew actually surprised himself when he couldn't bring himself to just say a good bye and enter his home. Perhaps he had more fun than he wished to admit.
"So...um..." Matthew began pitifully in an awkward attempt to stall for...some reason. "What are you going to do when you get home?"
Gilbert shrugged but then made a face when he remembered. "I have to finish up my stupid report, or Mr. Niccals is gonna fail me." He made an annoyed noise in his throat. "You?"
"Me? U-Um...I dunno." The blond rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I...I'm a little hungry actually, I might make myself some pancakes or something."
"...Huh." A passing bird seemed to capture the albinos attention and he watched it fly away as he continued. "You know, I've never had pancakes before."
Gilbert looked back at the Canadian to see him staring back at him with shocked, wide eyes. "What?"
"Uh...pancakes," Gilbert repeated, not seeing what the big deal was. "Never had them."
The staring continued until suddenly Matthew spun around and dug his keys out of his pockets. "I'm making you pancakes."
The Prussian blinked. "Huh?"
"I said I'm making you pancakes. Never having them before is just...wrong." He successfully unlocked the door and opened it. "So get in."
"What about your parents?" Gilbert had suffered more than his fair share of parent bashing in his short life time. He recalled one time his nose was nearly broken when the parent of his past girlfriend threw a rather heavy book at him.
"My parents aren't here," Matthew answered, leaning against the door frame with a small smile. "They'll be at work for couple more hours."
Gilbert paused, silently debating his options; homework or a chance to see Matthew in an apron.
Not that hard of a decision.
He smirked before he walked past the Canadian and into the home. "Well if you insist. Don't worry babe, I'm sure anyone wouldn't want my awesomeness to leave them either."
Matthew rolled his eyes before closing the door behind him. It wasn't until he heard the faint click of the door closing that he wondered if letting the albino into his home was really a good idea. But really, the man had never eaten pancakes! What kind of self deserving person had the gall to tell him, him, the master of pancakes, that they had never partaken in the wonderful fluffy meal? It was truly blasphemy. Blasphemy! And it would not be tolerated.
"You can watch TV if you want." Matthew gestured towards the family room before he went into the kitchen. The family room and the kitchen were right beside each other and there was even a little window between the two, meaning Matthew could keep an eye on Gilbert and make sure he didn't destroy his house or something. Gilbert nodded and wasted no time in making himself comfortable on the couch as Matthew went in to the kitchen and began to pull out the materials needed to make the meal.
He was kind of glad that Alfred wasn't home at the moment but also a bit curious. He usually came right home after his work shift or told him before hand if he was going elsewhere. Where was he?
"So your tool of a brother isn't here either?" Gilbert asked as he absentmindedly flipped through channels.
"You mean Alfred?" Matthew corrected, a little annoyed at the insult directed towards his twin. "No he's not. I don't know where he is actually."
"Huh."
Usually this would be where a conservation would end but there was something about the way Gilbert delivered that short grunt that left Matthew curious. "What?"
"It's just that you guys are pretty much always together. Seriously, there wouldn't be much of a difference if you guys were the kind of twins attached at the hip."
"Okay, creepy first of all," Matthew stated as he grabbed his fathers apron and quickly tied it on. "And you don't understand; we're twins. We have a bond that goes deeper than siblings."A small sigh escaped him as he realized he missed Alfred a bit but he pushed that feeling away. Really, he just saw the other a few hours ago! "We're...We're—"
"Inseparable. Seriously, we are." Alfred said with a small chuckle. He chose to lay down again, for some reason finding more comfort in talking to the blank ceiling than another human. "As far back as I can remember we've always been like that. Even when we were reunited, it took weeks before we stopped taking baths together." He laughed again, this one a bit more desperate, almost pitiful. "You, uh, probably didn't need to know that."
Dr. John offered a small light laugh of her own but didn't say anything, silently encouraging the other to continue.
"Right, so we were always together. We brushed our teeth together, ate together, went to the same school..." His brow furrowed and it sounded like he struggled with the next words. "Walked...home from school... together."
Silence engulfed the office yet again and the Doctor glanced up from her notepad. Well, it seemed as if they were getting to the heart of the matter. "Alfred, did something happen when you and Matthew were walking back from school?"
Alfred rolled his head away from the female. "...Yeah, that's when he showed up." He tone took a sudden turn for the venomous when he was mentioned and Eliza couldn't help but scribble it down in her notepad.
"He?" She questioned.
"Yeah, he," Alfred repeated. "The man who ruined my life. That's when he came and he..." He paused; deciding again that he was really more comfortable sitting. He rested his elbows on his knees, his suddenly angry expression directed at the rather bright painting in front of him. "I should have known it was gonna happen you know, that day, it was too perfect."
"Alfred—"
"Sun shining, no clouds, the birds fucking chirping, it was like everything was mocking me, us." His fists clutched his jeans. "I should have seen it coming, there's no such thing as a perfect d—"
He physically jumped when he felt the hand upon his shoulder, but relaxed when he recalled Dr. John's presence.
"Alfred, calm." She retracted her hand. "Tell me what happened. What did the man do?"
Alfred nodded. Right, this is what he came here to do in the first place, right? He opened his mouth to speak.
"It's almost ready!" Matthew called out, turning off the stove. He turned around to place the spatula he was holding in the sink but jumped when he saw Gilbert standing right behind him.
"M-Mon dieu!" Matthew clutched his material over his heart and smiled sheepishly at the other. "I'm sorry Gil. I didn't know you were there. You scared me."
Gilbert didn't reply, instead he chose to just stare at Matthew, with his apron and hair pushed back with a simple headband. He didn't seem to care that his staring was making the other increasing uncomfortable.
"G-Gil?" Matthew finally said, looking about awkwardly.
Gilbert smirked. "I think I may have already told you this but you're cute."
Matthew felt his face heat up at that sentence and he looked elsewhere, not sure how to respond. He went to go past Gilbert and to sink but was stopped when the other put a hand out and caught him around the waist.
"No, scratch that," Gilbert's smirk grew. "You're adorable."
Yeah, Matthew didn't like where this was going. He wiggled his way out of the others hold and took a few steps back from the other. A faint fear rose in his chest when he saw the albino taking a step towards him with each step he took away. "Gil-Gilbert I—"
"Hey, what happened to 'Gil'?" He questioned. Matthew's back hit the kitchen counter and Gilbert placed his hands behind him, effectively trapping him. Now this was starting to feel similar to the time when they first met and if memory serves...that didn't end so well.
"O-Okay...Gil I—" And even though he had complied with his wishes Gilbert still placed a finger on the Canadians lips to silence him.
"Hold that thought for a minute Mattie, I got some things I want to say." He placed his hand back down on the counter and smiled. Matthew physically tensed.
"We were going down the alleyway on that stupid perfect day like we always did to get home, then that bastard showed up." Alfred scowled at the memory, and although his expression was one of anger, his eyes held pain. "I didn't think much of him at the time, there were always people using that alley for a shortcut, but just when we were about to pass him, he grabbed me." His brow furrowed as he focused on not letting himself get sucked into the memory. "It was then that I knew that he was planning to hurt me. Hurt Mattie. I, I managed to get out of his grasp but then he..."
His head snapped up and he found himself back in that American alleyway. He turned to find he and his brothers younger selves. The scared look on their faces as the man grabbed roughly onto Alfred's arm. He looked beside him and there was Dr. John, staring at the scene as well, her face stoic yet professional. He turned back at the scene. At the man. His face was blurred, probably due to the fact that Alfred couldn't clearly remember what the he looked like anymore, but he remembered his wild brown hair, his thick stubble and of course...
Those eyes.
Those dark grey eyes.
They were slightly hazed yet sharp. Piercing. And there was something within them that made Alfred remember those eyes for all these years.
A sadness, a regretfulness. As if he didn't want to do what he did. Of course...that didn't stop him.
The events he had just told continued to play out, but for some reason in slow motion. Young Alfred managed to pray the far larger mans hand off him and step out his reach. The man scowled but turned away from the boy.
Everything froze.
Alfred found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the young Matthew's terrified face as he looked up helplessly at the man looming over him. Alfred felt a lump begin to form in his throat and his mouth went dry. He continued the scene.
"He went for Mattie."
"It's really hard to pull information from you, Mattie. Did you know?"
The Canadian tried to lean further away from the other but only succeeded in making his back ache. "I...don't know what you're talking about."
"Most people, they're more than willing to share their information but not you," He shook his head, chuckling. "No no, not you. Every time I touch you I always get the same information. Your favourite colours red, you're in the tenth grade blah, blah, blah."
The slow way he was talking scared Matthew and he gulped to try and get the stinging behind his eyes to stop.
"But nothing of value Mattie. I don't why but..." Gilbert leaned into Matthews ear and whispered the rest. "I want to know you."
"Mattie struggled but he couldn't fight him off. We were just kids."
The scene advanced as Alfred told the story. Tears began to build in young Matthew's eyes as he tried to pull himself away from the man but he was simply too strong. Young Alfred looked in horror.
"I wanted to help him. I tried to help him. He was stronger."
The events began to speed up the more Alfred allowed himself to get dragged into the memory. Young Alfred ran up to the man and grabbed onto the back of his shirt, trying to pull him away from his twin. With a growl the man twisted his body around and used just one hand to smack the other to the ground, never once letting go of Matthew. Alfred hit the ground hard, his glasses flying off as his head bounced against the concrete. The whole scene went blurry but regained some of its clearness when young Alfred sat up and shook his head.
Beside him a look of concern crossed the doctors face and she opened her month as if to speak but said nothing.
"I tried again, I had to help Mattie. He's my twin, my other half. I already lost him once. I couldn't let it happen again. I had to be the hero."
The young Alfred stood once more, a look of determination as his face as he took off running towards the man holding his brother hostage. His head connected with the mans back and the older male gave a shriek of pain before letting go of Matthew. Young Alfred held out a hand for his twin to take. Matthew quickly went to grab it.
"That's when it happened."
"I really want to know you." Gilbert repeated, his red eyes piercing into Matthew's as he brought his face close to his. "So let me in, Mattie."
Matthew found himself frozen against his own will as Gilbert's face drew closer to his own.
"No..." It came out hushed, weak but it was all Matthew could muster before their lips were met.
Alfred found himself back Dr. John's office still staring at the painting in front of him. He looked at the doctor, who was literally sitting at the edge of her seat as she waited for the other to continue. Once she noticed that the male was looking at her she coughed awkwardly into her fist and shifted herself so that she was sitting normally.
"What is it that happened, Alfred?" The Doctor asked trying to keep her voice as professional as she could.
Alfred regarded her for a moment before answering. "He smacked me into a brick wall and I blacked out, but don't worry!" He quickly added when he saw the concerned look on the females face. "I'm fine. I got a thick skull, you know?"
She nodded, biting her bottom lip to stop herself from pelting him with questions about his head injury. "What happened to Matthew?" She asked instead.
Alfred went back to staring at the painting, his hands picking at his jeans. "...I don't know how long I was out for, but when I woke up, there was Mattie..." He paused to try and find the right word to describe Matthews situation. "...Distressed."
There were several ways that Gilbert expected the Canadian to respond to being kissed. Accept it, deepen it, or of course reject him. What he didn't expect however, was for him to utterly freak.
"NO!" Matthew screamed, no shrieked as he slammed his fist against the albino's chest. Not expecting it at all, Gilbert stumbled backwards, giving Matthew more than enough space to leave but apparently that wasn't enough for him.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" He yelled blindly swinging about the spatula he had in his hand causing Gilbert to retreat even further from the other. Matthew stopped after he was sure the boy was at the other side of the kitchen and he pointed the cooking utensil out threateningly in front of him. His legs were shaking so much that he needed to place a hand on the counter behind him to keep himself upright. "What is wrong with you?"
Gilbert just stared at him wide eyed. "Mat—"
"SHUT UP!" Matthew screamed and Gilbert complied. "It's my turn to talk now you...pervert!
"Do you ever wonder why I don't have many friends or why I never join any after school activities? It's because I don't want to get close to people." Matthew almost fell to his knees and he had to adjust himself so that he was leaning most of his weight onto the counter. "I'm far more messed up than you know Gilbert. I can't...I can't even allow myself to be close with my step-dad!" He laughed here, a sick, pathetic laugh. "I hurt people. I hurt the people I love."
"Don't you think you're exaggerating?" Gilbert asked slowly, carefully. "I saw Feli yesterday. He's fin—"
"Feliciano is just an example of how I could hurt someone." Matthew hissed, the stinging behind his eyes growing more intense. "You don't...you don't know..."
"Distressed?" The doctor asked with a raise of her brow. "How so?"
"He was crying." Alfred answered. "He's shirt was ripped and his glasses were broken, but Mattie was fine. He wasn't."
Alfred returned to the scene. Stepping up beside the observing doctor he watched his younger self begin to slowly rise from sleep. He moaned and painfully pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Mattie was fine," Alfred repeated, looking directly at the doctor as he spoke. "Physically."
Eliza continued to stare at the scene as she spoke. "What exactly happened to the man that hurt you?"
Alfred paused before he looked back at the frozen scene. "...When I woke up the man was on the ground, blood pouring from his head."
The scene changed to reflect Alfred's words and the young Alfred couldn't help but look at him, disgusted.
"And there was Mattie...crying over the man's unconscious body screaming for help."
Young Matthew appeared kneeling over the man sobbing uncontrollably. He called for help, but the cry was so weak that to died on the wind nearly as soon as it left his mouth.
"...I'm still not really sure what happened when I was knocked out." Alfred said, speaking to the Dr. John that was seated in her office. "And I know he didn't do anything...but for some reason...Mattie's convinced himself that—"
"I've killed a man." Matthew stated, his voice quivering with the effort to hold in his tears. "I did, with my ability. Is that exaggerating?"
Gilbert simply stared, not sure what to say at the sudden confession. Murder? Matthew? It just... It just didn't...
"I can't...I can't let people get close..." Matthew said more to himself then the other male. "Alfred...Alfred is the only one I can be close to..." He narrowed his eyes at Gilbert. "I don't want you to know me. I want you to teach me. Can you show me how to control this?"
Gilbert remained silent, continuing to stare at Matthew with that dumb look on his face. As if he couldn't truly understand what was happening.
"WELL?" Matthew called, trying to startle Gilbert out of whatever trance he was in. "Can you?"
For the first time ever, Matthew saw a look of distress on the Prussians face. It seemed so out of place, so foreign. Gilbert turned his gaze elsewhere. "...No." He could barely control his own, much less someone else.
Matthew didn't even care that now his tears decided to run down his face. "Then get out of my house."
Gilbert didn't move. "Matt—"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
"I know someone who can."
Matthew fell silent.
"I didn't want to tell you because I don't trust him...At all." Gilbert paused when he noticed Matthew's chin start to quiver. He looked like he was trying so hard to hold back his absolute breakdown. Trying so hard to hold it until after he left.
Gilbert sighed. He had to leave. Making sure to fully face the Canadian, he uttered the name of the so called teacher before he turned tail and left.
Not a second after he had left Matthews eye sight did Matthew finally left his knees gave out from beneath him and he crumpled to the floor in a sobbing mess. Damn him! Why did he have to come into his life and tell him about his 'gift'? Why did he have to be nice to him? Why did he make him notice the little things about him? Like his smile or his laugh or the way his red eyes would sparkle when he talked about something he really liked. Why did he have to kiss him?
And so he cried. Cried over everything and nothing. He didn't even stop when Francis came back nor when Arthur did.
He continued until he had lulled himself into a horrible sleep, the one name Gilbert mentioned bouncing around his head.
He could help him.
He could make the pain go away.
This...Ivan Braginski.
If this story was a show, I suppose this would be like the season finale or something.
A few people have been asking about Russia and I didn't answer to them because I planned to have him in it since the beginning! So don't you worry! The scary country that we all hate/love will be in here! WOO (It's actually a bit scary cause I've never really written Russia before...but I'll try my best!)
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btw Quebec people are awesome. Seriously, I went over there and they all put up with my bad french. I don't even think that Gilbert's been to Quebec, probably just getting his information from parody TV or something...
Peace out!