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"I hate you! Je vous hais!" A voice screamed in the silent filled night. Tears streamed down his pale cheeks as he glared at his brother angerily. America only stepped away from the angry canadian. Matthew never used french unless he was angry. Matthew was scary! "Matt I-" America timidly began, trying to find the right words. Canada only shook his head, his glasses slipping down his nose. "No, Alfred. I'm tired of living like this! I'm tired of living in your shadow. Tired of always getting mistaken as you! I'm tired of it!" Matthew just about exploded, clenching his hands at his sides. All the emotions that were built up were being spilt out. Oh how he hated his brother! "Well, this is your end." Canada finished, pulling a gun from his pocket. He saw the pleasure as America's sky blue eyes widened in shock. "Matt, no! You can't do this!" America tried to plead, holding his hands up in defense. "Tais-toi, frère indigne!" Canada shouted at Alfred, shutting Alfred up completely and make his eyes widen more. "Please Matthew..." America felt a tear slip down his cheek. Matthew only shook his head and pointed it at America's head. "No Alfred. Au revoir" And with that...
Bang!
America fell backwards and hit the ground with a sickening thud. Canada stood over his younger brother, a feral grin on his face. "Mat-" America coughed violently. Matthew beared his teeth, and started manically pulling the gun many times until Alfred stopped bleeding. Blood splattered onto the Canadian's glasses but he didn't care. He was free of the burden. Free.
Matthew laughed a little bit hysertically and dropped the gun on Alfred's chest. He smiled and walked into the fog, disappearing from sight.
Bang!
America fell backwards and hit the ground with a sickening thud. Canada stood over his younger brother, a feral grin on his face. "Mat-" America coughed violently. Matthew beared his teeth, and started manically pulling the gun many times until Alfred stopped bleeding. Blood splattered onto the Canadian's glasses but he didn't care. He was free of the burden. Free.
Matthew laughed a little bit hysertically and dropped the gun on Alfred's chest. He smiled and walked into the fog, disappearing from sight.
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