First of the after effects of snapping, and, honestly, the least graphic (so far).
Super satisfying to write these second parts, by the way. Oh, and thanks for the reviews!
Matthew snarled ferally, eyes narrowed and lips drawn back. Alfred was clutched to his chest possessively, the american letting out stuttering breaths. He stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open and closed.
"Um…" Allen paused, cocking his head curiously. "This is a development." Matt grunted in agreement next to him, one eyebrow raised in disdainful interest.
Matthew only tightened his hold. He had snapped, and he was stronger than a moose, more vicious than a bear, and these men had threatened his brother.
"Get him off of my America, I can't do anything with him in the way." Allen gestured towards the two beat-up countries flippantly. Matt glanced at his brother, his lips pressed together. After nothing happened Allen groaned; "I'm not ordering you, it's a suggestion."
Matt shrugged and stalked forwards with his hockey stick swinging ominously from his meaty fists. Matthew followed the movement like a wounded animal. Which he was.
Matt swung the stick at Matthew's head swiftly, intending to knock the slight man in the head and off of Alfred, who was moving a bit more as well. Matthew's eyes darkened and he snarled, reaching up and catching the hockey stick midair. Matt froze as Matthew ripped the weapon out of his hands and started wielding it himself.
Matthew breathed deeply and a rattling, guttural sound emerged from his throat. It was very threatening and warned the two before him. Alfred groaned and tried to sit up but found himself encased in his brother's arms.
"Mattie…?" Alfred murmured. Matthew glanced down at the tired american and leaned close to him, placing his forehead against his brother's. Alfred furrowed his eyebrows when he saw Matthew's violet eyes but soon realized what had happened. "No…"
"Ugh, this is not okay." Allen stalked over and kicked Matthew in the back viciously while Matthew was distracted with his waking brother. Both wounded brothers froze, but for very different reasons.
"Mattie, Mattie, say something…" Alfred reached up to his brother but Matthew had already sat upright and was forcing himself to his feet. He was shaking with restrained anger and, somehow, managed to stay upright on his destroyed leg.
Allen widened his eyes. This couldn't be possible. The Canada from this world was quiet and submissive, not… this. Not this.
Matthew screamed, a loud, low sound that rattled the two counterpart's to their bone marrow. Seconds later Matthew surged forwards and slammed his fist into Allen's face, violently following up with twisting the redhead's arm behind his back so quickly that it snapped. The villain jerked in surprise and Matthew smashed his head with his own, downing the other America.
Before his counterpart knew what was happening Matthew viciously brought the hard wood of the hockey stick down on the Canadian's juncture between his neck and shoulder. Matthew brought the weapon back with insane speed and jammed it into Matt's stomach. He lurched forwards and spat, blood and saliva splattering onto the ground. When Matthew brought the hockey back his counterpart slumped to the ground.
"Mattie-!" Alfred cried out. Matthew's eyes narrowed and he gave his counterpart a swift kick before addressing his brother.
Alfred stared at the Canadian before him. He knew it was his brother, but he also knew that his brother was different. At some point while he was unconscious, Matthew had done what every country had sworn not to do: snap. Eventually he would be back to normal, but for now, Alfred was going to have to deal with a rabid Canadian.
"Mattie… I-" Alfred tried to crawl towards him but yelped when a red-hot pain shot up his side. In a second Matthew was beside him and cradling his head, soothing him with unintelligible words. Alfred couldn't help himself from leaning into his warm embrace. Alfred knew it was only a matter of time before their counterparts would be ready to fight back. He knew, but Matthew was so comforting…
This was the snapped Canada. Alfred had no idea if Matthew would be able to talk or not, because his brother was acting more like a bear than anything else, which made a lot of sense in his mind. Motherly and defensive to a fault.
His body humming with pain from the former injection but his mind soothed with the cooing of Matthew's whispers, Alfred felt his eyes flutter shut. Matthew nuzzled his neck as the American slipped into unconsciousness.