An act of Jealousy
Matthew was scared and was shaking violent. He was was crying over something mumbling "I'm sorry." over and over. Matthew didn't care who saw him in this state. Gilbert the man he loved was brutly killed with out hesitation. There where stab wounds all over his body and he still managed to look peaceful in death. A hand claped down in Matthew's shoulder comfortingly, he didn't bother to turn around and see who it was.
"Mattieu" A voice said somewhere above him. Francis was trying to keep the boy calm. He was a little afraid of the blond boy. Francis was afraid that Matthew might snap and become the hurtful man they saw during the world war. Someone croutched down beside him and looked at him in concern.
"Mattie, I-I ... " Alfred couldn't finish his waht he was about to say as he looked at his younger brother. He hated to see him this upset no matter what it was about. Matthew didn't hear one word Alfred was saying to caught up in his greive. He thought I'll find who did this and I'll kill them. The one thing that in the world that made him truly happy. Gone. just like that in a split second. He turned around slowly and looked at his brother in rage.
"Who. Did. This!" Matthew demanded determaned to find out who did this and kill them with no mercy. Alfred saw the look in Matthews eyes and knew its was to late he snapped. He lost it and was now out for blood. He knew that he would tourcher him in order to get the information he wanted if he didnt get it willingly. Alfred looked up to Francis. Francis nodded his head to signal to Alfred that he should tell Matthew. Alfred then looked back down to Matthew and and sighed.
"Russia killed him I have no idea why though."Alfred said this carfuly trying to calm the angery nation down. It did not work, Matthew was already running away like a hockey player running to get the puck from the other team. Alfred sighed and looked at where Matthew disapeared to.
"let it go" Francis said so Alfred would not go chasing after him.
Matthew ran as fast as he could to Ivan's house. Once he got there he saw Ivan taking care of his sunflowers. He jumped on the big Russian, he started to cry while he made sure Ican was on his back. Matthew wanted to see regret in his eyes. Russia stared up at the Canadian in pure shock.
"Matvey" Ivan asked wanting to know why he was here. Matthew didn't say anything he just looked at Ivan with such hate in his eyes it scared him. Ivan tryed to move but Matthew had him pinned down.
"Matvey why did you come, da?" Ivan inquired and looked at the biy in slight intrest. Matthew took a knife out of his pocket. The knife was about the lanth of his palm but it was wickedly sharp. Ivan eyes opened a little wider once he saw the knife.
"Why Russia, you killed the person that made me happy the most. why...did you...do it?" Matthew said letting his tears flow freely down his face and onto the Russians.
"I loved him and now... hes gone." Matthew said shaking Ivan then put the knofe to his throght and Ivan closed his eyes and thought. Ah, he will always love Gilbert not me. Now its to late and i will never be able make him mine. Ivan opened his eyes and saw the knife coming for him. He smiled and let the knife peirce him. His last words before he died were
" If I die let it be by you the one i have always loved."