Matthew was sitting in the corner of one of the rooms in his 'new house', curling up and mumbling to himself "they're all wrong... I'm fine... just a few... killings... That's all..." He laughed uncontrollably, taking out a knife from his pocket and looked down, carving lines into the floor. He eventually stopped carving and looked back up, looking at his corrupt, bloodied self in a cracked mirror which was standing in the opposite corner "I look... Wonderful..." He giggled, wiping a bit of blood away from his cheek. Matthew finally stooped looking at the mirror and looked out the window, watching the tall crooked tree branches sway in the cool air "they don't care anyway... I'll kill them all..." He said with a slight grin on his face
"Alfred... Do you... Care?"
Alfred woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up swiftly "M-Mathew... Oh where did you go...?" He held his head in his hands, sighing. He had spent countless days searching for Matthew, his beloved brother... finding and hearing nothing about him. He ruffled his hair, not being able to sleep. He looked at the time and bit his lip "hm... 12 a.m? I'll look..." He sighed "he has to be out there... He has to be..." He slowly got out of bed, quickly getting dressed and walking downstairs "please... I need to find him..." He walked to the front door and slowly opened it.
"Matthew, I'm coming. Please, be safe... I believe..."
He left the house
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Saviour of insanity (Hetalia)
Fanfiction~Hetalia fanfic~ Matthew has been diagnosed with something terrible, leading him to fall into the hands of insanity. Is there any hope? We shall see... "You'll never understand, Alfred..." "Matthew... Please..."
