Alfred's POV this time 8DD

As I drove myself and Matthew back home I still couldn't believe what I had seen. Ivan was...dead. Gone forever. To think I had called the guy fat just a while ago! Of course, that communist wasn't big boned like he said he was and I knew that I had to set him right and yeah, sure, now that I look back it was just cruel and mean but I'm a hero damnit! I can't-...couldn't let that big tower lie! As I stopped at a red light I looked over at Matthew, who looked like he had fallen asleep leaning on the car window. I furrowed my eyebrows together before going once more when the light turned green, gripping the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white.

I wasn't sure why I was so shaken up by this; I hated the guy! I hated it even more when he was around Mattie! But there was a few times where we actually managed to get along, like when Matthew had dragged us both to the fair. I'll admit that it was fun, even with that fat communist hanging around us. Right as I took a left turn a thought dawned on me, making me raise an eyebrow at it even.

Why didn't Matthew tell me about this when it happened? I know I was at that totally awesome summer camp, which had those tasty hamburgers and that pretty brown haired girl- Going off topic. But he still could have told me when I had came home! Although, it did explain why he was so down during that time. I remember that Mattie wouldn't even let me touch that camera of his at all. From what I recalled it belonged to Ivan, so I guess he didn't want me tainting it or something..? I guess I could understand that, but he should have told me! I would have listened! Pulling into the driveway I quickly got out and went over to Matthew's side, carrying him inside and setting him on his bed, even tucking the canuck in.

After scratching my nose I walked back downstairs to the bookshelf and pulled out a photoalbum; I was actually glad for once that dad always spazzed over taking pictures and saving them and stuff. He was such a weird British guy, I swear. Makes me want to move out as soon as I can! Opening the photoalbum I flipped over to photos that had Ivan in them; I felt some tears sting my eyes before quickly wiping them off.

Damn it, this wasn't heroic at all! And I can't cry over that Russian pig anyway! I. Refuse.

Looking at the pictures helped me realise something though.

Although I knew that the Russian was pale, he was paler than before in later photos and even looked a tad sicker. Huh. Everytime I saw him he looked the same to me.

"God Al, be nicer! Can't you see Ivan's sick?" Matthew had huffed at me when all three of us were hanging out. I had shrugged and rolled my eyes before I punched Ivan in the arm. The tall Russian only smiled at Matthew, almost, now that I think about it, like he was telling him in wouldn't matter for much longer.

"Matvey, it is perfectly fine. Alfred cannot even punch hard, so it doesn't hurt." Ivan punched me back, leading to me rubbing my arm and letting out a loud groan. Matthew looked worried but laughed at me.

"If you're sure..."

Have I always been this dense? I thought back harder while scratching my nose in thought.

There was a time where me and Ivan got in a stomach punching contest, and I remembered that Matthew had told me he wasn't feeling good earlier before that. Ivan had to go home shortly after the that, and I now recall that he looked fucking awful.

There was another time where we had gotten into an arguement when Ivan was temporarily in the hospital which also ended in some fists being thrown at eachother. Ivan wasn't allowed vistors after that and, while at the time I thought it was because he was all sore about losing, when I thought about it maybe he was doing pretty bad.

I felt my face pale as I slammed the photoalbum closed, hopping to my feet and rushing towards the stairs. I knew Matthew was still asleep, but I needed a question answered! I jumped on Matthew's bed and tapped his shoulder roughly until his eyes quickly opened and turned to me, an angry expression on that cute little face of his.

"Holy maple, Al, what do you need?" His frowned twitched at me as he turned over and sat up to face me.

"How did that commu- Ivan die?" I needed to stop saying that! Mom always told us to respect the dead and even if I hated the guy I'd still respect him. Matthew's expression became gentler as he rubbed his forehead, a sigh coming from him as well. He looked back at me.

"Ivan's lungs were failing as well as his heart. It runs in his family, but only on the men's side. That's why I'd always tell you to be nicer with him, although he was told he wouldn't even make it towards twenty with the rate it was going..." He looked like his heart just broke in half right there in his chest. I felt my face pale even more as I began to think about it.

"Did I kill him faster?"

Matthew's eyes blinked a few times, eyes wide.

"Alfred, what are you talking about-" But I interrupted him.

"Oh god, I killed him faster, didn't I? I'm a murderer! Oh god!" I had just began to get up when Matthew grabbed my arm and yanked me back down, a gentle smile forming on his face.

"Al, you didn't kill him faster."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I felt my eyebrows twitch in slight anger. I know I can be slow but if he had told me I wouldn't have done it! He shook his head.

"I did try to tell you, but you would never listen."

His smile almost went away but he managed to keep it up. I clenched my fists as I looked down. Why did I always ignore Matthew?

"I-I killed a guy." It felt as though all the color was leaving my body. Then, suddenly, Matthew pulled me into a tight hug, a chuckle coming from him that sounded like mine.

"You arn't a murderer. If you were, I would have turned you in by now." He rubbed my back slightly, which in all honesty I didn't like, because it made me feel like I was some teenage girl who couldn't handle her hormones.

"I am though." I argued, causing Matthew to smack my back instead of rubbing it momentarily. He pulled me back before making me look in his eyes.

Why are we having such a homo moment...?

"You be honest now: could you even survive a week in prison?" He had an amused look on his face, making me huffed right at it.

"I sure as hell could!" This earned a small laugh from Matthew, making me blow right in that cocky looking face of his!

"Ok then , I have a question."

"Bring it."

"If you drop the soap at home, how are you going to get clean in prison?"

My eyes widened as I violently shook my head.

"Don't even go there!" Matthew broke out into laughter before falling back in his bed while holding his stomach.

"Ahaha, god Al, you should see your face! Pf, don't even lie to yourself, you'd be someone's bitch at the end of the first day!"

I couldn't help but laugh at that myself; not that it was true or anything! I would never be someone's bitch in prison! Someone'd be MY bitch of course! Matthew then put his hand on my shoulder, a serious look on his face.

"But, seriously though, you didn't kill Ivan. If you had, I really would have beaten the shit out of you." I flinched back a bit from the hard, cold look on Matthew's face. He wasn't joking by the the looks of that glint in his eyes.

"Ok, whatever you say."

Then then leaned closer and smiled sweetly at me, tilting his head to the side a bit.

"Now, Alfie, could you do me a favor?" He said in a sickly sweet voice, causing me to narrow my eyes a bit.

"Yeeeah..?"

Suddenly his face went dark and he pushed me off his bed.

"Let. Me. Sleep!"

I quickly got up and rubbed my ass, puffing my cheeks out before turning on my sneaker covered heel. "Yeah, yeah, go at it!" I wasn't going to show him that he scared me slightly or anything! Heros don't get scared! As I shut the door behind me I sighed.

I still knew I was a murderer!

I take too loooong ;x; I was working on Platonic Love before I started finishing this chapter up since I remembered I hadn't submitted it yet, fff. Haha, don't worry though, Al's not a murderer! (He probably shouldn't have been smacking on Ivan thooough...)