This took way to long to update and it is also far too short, but the last chapter is next and I'm planning on getting that up within a month after my schedule clears up.

"You're getting sick of this life facing the truth
Chasing the lies you live by won't be something new to you,
I haven't spoke of bad times
I have no use
Erase the memories it's something I must do"

~ Evans Blue 'Sick of It'

"Birdie! How's your twin?" Gil slurred opening the door wearing nothing but his boxers printed like the Prussian flag. The grin fell from his face catching the look of pure hatred on Matthew's face, he only had a second to brace himself before the Canadian tackled him the floor swinging punches wildly.

"You fucking bastard!"

"Whoa! Whoa! What the fuck?" the punches faded out into nothing more than heart wrenching sobs and soon Gil found himself holding the crying blonde. Several minutes passed before Matthew got a hold of himself again and soon enough the anger returned. The blonde on his feet and in the albino's face voice at full volume.

"Alfred told me everything or more I forced him to after I figured it out myself. You knew and decided to play games instead of just fucking tell me in the first place!"

"Look, Mattie-"

"Don't call me that! I thought you were my friend Gil, I had thought that maybe you finally saw me as more than a face in the background and then you drag me through hell and to accomplish what?"

"I like you."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it then. Do you have any idea what you just did to my family?"

"I didn't mean for this to happen, this wasn't how it was supposed to go."

"Then how was it supposed to go, because I don't see how breaking my trust in Alfred benefited you."

"I was hoping that you'd stop listening to him about how I was bad news for you."

"What? He never said anything like that. In fact he never really talked about you at least not to me, but he was right and I wish he would have warned me." Gil stood frozen watching Matt leave without hesitation, he began to pray that Alfred would at least forgive him. Although Ludwig had always warned him that he'd end up digging his own grave and it looked like he'd buried himself as well.

A Week Later

"You don't have to do this Mattie." Alfred's voice was soft as he watched his brother finish packing for his return to Canada.

"Yeah, I do Al, I can't handle the stress here, I don't even know what to believe anymore. And you don't trust me enough to tell me the truth." Matthew felt his throat tighten; he couldn't believe he was leaving. That he was going to live with his aunt in Canada until he turned 18 and graduated high school. He was going to turn away from his life in the United States, from Alfred, and it hurt to do so. But it was exactly what he needed.

"I trust you, I'm just sorry that I still ended up hurting you when that was what I had been trying to avoid."

"I'm sorry too." Then he was grabbing his suitcase and walking out the front door feeling more numb than he had in a long time. Hopefully he'd be able to bury everything underground soon enough and move on, but he had a nagging feeling that this was something that just couldn't be buried.