"Prussia?" Matthew called as he pushed open the door, "I'm home!" He pushed a strand of blonde hair off of his cheek and looked around. No one was in the kitchen, and the house was oddly silent. Matthew hung up his bag and called for the once-country again. "Um, Prussia? Are you home?"
Matthew walked into the dining room. One plate sat on the table. It was Matthew's empty cereal bowl from that morning. This is odd, thought Matthew, he usually leaves a mess. What's going on? Matthew tried to shake off the concern that was nipping at him. "Maybe he went somewhere for groceries?" wondered the Canadian, hoping that the Prussian would be home soon. Home from wherever he was.
Matthew sighed and dug in his pocket for his cell phone. It wasn't there. He cursed softly in French and walked up to his and Gilbert's shared room. He opened the door softly. Gilbird was flying in circles around the room and almost bumped into Canada, then landed neatly on Matthew's shoulder. He gently shook the bird off before going over to his polar bear.
"Hey Kumojira, have you seen Gilbert today? I'm kinda worried about him..."
Gilbird made a chirping noise as Kumajirou ignored Matthew's question.
"Who are you?" asked the small bear.
"Matthew, the one who feeds you," sighed the young man, and sank down on his bed. He dug in his other pocked for his phone. This time he found it and quickly clicked Gilbert's name in his contacts. The phone rang. And then Gilbert's ringtone could be heard faintly downstairs. The phone rang, then Gilbert's rang. Matthew threw his phone down and raced down the stairs. He was panicking. This wasn't good.
He got to the bottom of both long staircases and looked for Gilbert, or any trace of Gilbert. A lamp flickered in the corner of the room. Matthew walked towards it and looked at it closely. It was reflecting on a mirror. Matthew instinctively looked into it, and could have sworn he saw Gilbert's two red eyes looking back at him. Underneath the mirror there was a small notebook. The Canadian man opened it. The last entry in it was today. A journal, of sorts. Matthew read it, hoping to find clues as to Prussia's whearabouts.
"Dear Mattie,
If you are reading this, then I probably am not there anymore. I don't know what's happening, Mattie, I'm scared. I'm fading. Yesterday my hand faded completely for half an hour, and now I feel my body flickering in and out of being. I hope I can hold out long enough until you get here. Mattie, I love you. If I'm gone, remember that. Please. I lo "
It stopped there. Matthew rubbed at his eyes furiously. This had to be a dream. It couldn't be real! Gilbert couldn't be gone! He threw the mirror in his anger. It splintered into glass bits on the floor. He broke down and collapsed, sobbing.
"NO! GILBERT!"
------------Gilbert's PoV-----------
I can see it all happening. I'm right there, beside him, my birdie, my lover. And I'm trying to comfort him. But he can't see me, can't feel me, can't hear me. I'm not dead, I've just been erased. Someone has wiped my conscious body off the earth. And left me and my lover separate, apart. Why has this happened? Death must be better than this, suspended, alone.
Mattie bends down, and picks up a shard of glass. He brings it to his skin and cuts deep. Blood pours out of the wound. He slices his skin again. I scream for him to stop, now I'm crying as Matthew raises the shard to his neck. I reach out with invisible fingers, to try to grab the blade. They go through him, and the blade. But he stops for a moment, his eyes grow wide. And then shakes his head.
"If I do this, I can be with you!"
He cries desperately and brings the glass to his neck. Blood rises to the surface of his skin, then a waterfall of it cascades down, over his white shirt, gets in his hair. I scream for him again. He is barely conscious. He blinks and looks at me, straight at me.
"G-gil?"
His eyelids close slowly and all is still again. I feel his pulse with an invisible hand. Nothing. Matthew, my birdie, the light of my life. He's gone.
