There, now i don't feel as bad about the last one being so short.
Alfred crashed into Matthew, slamming him on top of the table startling the other nations in the room. No one knew what was going on as the two brothers wrestled with each other.
"What's going on!" Germany yelled standing from his chair.
"Stay out of it!" America snapped.
"Get this hoser off me!" Canada growled.
"Traitor." America snarled punching Matthew's gut.
"FUCK!" Canada got both legs between him and Alfred and shoved knocking Alfred across the table. "What are you talking about!?" He panted scowling and ready to move if Alfred moved from where he crouched across the table.
"You know what I'm talking about; I should have known not to trust you." He spit causing Matthew to flinch before schooling his face into an expression of cold calculation.
"No Alfred, he who overreacts over all things, I don't." Matthew's hand hovers over his hidden knife out of reflex.
"You were working with them, I thought you were my partner in all things Matthew?!"
"Working with who!?"
"Them!"
Suddenly Matthew understands and his face grows so dark and cold it makes Alfred cringe.
"You think… You think I work with Them?" His voice is toneless and his eyes are sharp and Alfred suddenly realizes he's made a mistake.
"Yes." He says weakly.
"I see…" He trails off before hopping off the table and walking towards the door. "I think we should discuss this later, be sure to schedule a meeting America." He says coldly slamming the door behind him.
Alfred feels like someone dumped cold water on his heart.