Time's Curse

Times's Curse: Chapter 2

As soon as the separation happened, Alfred knew he would never see those two again. That brave British boy who could do no wrong in his eyes, and that creepy Frenchman, who did everything wrong in everyone's eyes. Alfred didn't understand what Arthur saw in him!

Alfred knew though, as soon as Arthur and Francis split from them, that they were all going to die. They had gotten Ivan... And they had gotten Matthew. His own brother. Alfred felt sick. He literally wanted to lay down and just close his eyes forever, but he knew he couldn't do that. He was the hero after all.

In the American's blue eyes, he could see his brave brother, fighting until his last breath, and his last drop of blood. The creature viciously ripped apart his body, not caring who saw. Of course, it had to be Alfred who stood in the doorway and watched the thing rip apart his brother.

His stomach wrenched. It hurt thinking about it. Pushing that thought from his mind, he continued on with who he had left. Kiku on one side, Feli in the back with Ludwig, Yao hanging by Kiku's side, and a brave Gilbert and Elizabeth in the middle of the group...

Alfred was angry at Francis. He didn't know why though... Maybe he knew it was because he loved Arthur and he took the boy from him, slowly but surely. Each day, the Frenchman would make sure to touch Arthur, or give him a little hint that he liked him. What did Alfred do? He stood by and let it happen. Oh... How he wanted to kill him. In this place, Alfred was willing to.

Giving a little smirk, Alfred stopped running, causing the rest of his group to pause and turn around, waving their arms frantically for him to follow, at the same time, being deathly silent, afraid to call attention to themselves.

"No... Go on ahead, bro's. I'll catch up later," With that, Alfred spun around and took off running towards the direction Francis and Arthur went, eyes heavy and bloodshot; or at least he thought so. Alfred didn't know. He hadn't had the chance to hold a mirror since before they got in here. Giving a quiet snort, Alfred glanced around, trying to keep himself calm. He would not die without finding his Arthur.

Door after door he went through, seeing nothing but the darkness that consumed the entire building. Rubbing his tired eyes, Alfred managed to find the one door which held his brother, body mangled on the floor, face torn to pieces, hair matted and tangled, curl missing. But Alfred smiled, because that mess on the floor that he was seeing wasn't his brother. No. He saw a figure before him... A young man with curly blonde hair, one stupid curl hanging down in front of his eyes... A huge winter jacket on even though it was boiling outside... And a large bear in his hands that couldn't remember his name to save its life.

That bloody mess on the ground was no longer there... No... Instead, Matthew was by his side, that obnoxious grin on his face.

"Matty~!" Alfred cheered, hugging the body he thought to be there. He didn't realize that he was hugging himself in the middle of an empty room, besides, of course, the body of his dead brother.

"I saw that monster kill you, but you're still kicking, bro!" He said with a laugh. The hallucination in front of him merely continued smiling, not saying a word.

"Dude! Come on! Help me find England, bro! We are totally going to get out of here!"

Silently, he went through to the next room, still seeing absolutely nothing but the blackness of the mansion. Alfred would have been scared... If he wouldn't have lost his mind already.

Alfred had played with his fear, and it had consumed him. Seeing his own brother's body being hacked up was enough to snap his mind. Now... Everything was perfect. Just the way it should be... To him, at least.

Groaning, Alfred stretched a bit, "Man... My back really hu-..." Matthew was gone. Alfred felt the tears sting his eyes as he circled around, stumbling back into the room to see Matty still standing in one place, grinning.