Title: Reaching Reality - Part 6/8 - [[AmeCan, USUK]]
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Canada, America/Canada, America/England.
Warnings: Language and sexual situations.
Summary: “Who is this person?” Matthew questioned, moving off the bed and standing, his distance currently kept from his twin...
The front door was shut with the utmost care, not a single sound heard throughout the home, and that was exactly what Alfred and Arthur wanted. They were sneaking back into Alfred’s place at about half past eight in the evening - well, they weren’t sneaking, as they hoped not to take Matthew by surprise, but they wanted to be subtle. Arthur especially, as he was someone that Matthew had never met before, someone who was clinging rather close to Alfred, and that made him an enemy, unfortunately.
“Wait here,” Alfred whispered to Arthur, wiggling his way out of the other’s hold, “and I’ll go talk to Mattie first. I’ll bring him out here when I think it’s a good time, okay?”
“… Okay,” he barely agreed with, disliking that Matthew was being gently coaxed into this. He demanded justice, damn it! He demanded to be let upstairs and freely able to smack some sense into that insane lad! But alas, Alfred was truly kindhearted, both a perk and fault, and wished to have this done with love. Hmph. He thought that love between the two of them was the whole aspect they were working to avoid here. He crossed his arms and waited, ears on edge for anything to be heard.
There wouldn’t be much to hear at the start, the Jones siblings being accustomed to talking in low tones.
Alfred trotted upstairs, finding his twin right where he expected him to be, curled up on the center of his bed. After a moment of pause to gather his courage, he pulled away from peeking through the bedroom door’s crack and knocked, opening it without needing permission. He offered a smile when Matthew sat upright and stared at him. That smile faded when a spoken assault was launched on him.
“You told me earlier that the party ended at ten. Why are you home so early? It’s because you’re a liar, isn’t it? You… You lied to me again, you probably just went out to be away from me because you hate me,” Matthew growled with true belief and malice in his own words. His gaze was so saturated in distrust that it seemed a miracle he actually allowed for his twin to tell his side of the tale.
With a sad shake of his head, Alfred thought it was best to simply come directly out and say it, adding more lies now would be the absolute worst, “I did lie to you, Mattie, you’re right… And I shouldn’t have done it. I wasn’t at a football party tonight, I was out with someone. Someone very special to me.”
In any other case, Matthew would have been delighted at the fact that he had been proven correct, that his suspicions were accurate. And yet, with what followed that admittance of defeat, his triumphant feelings were canceled out completely. It was a shock, really, he had suspected that a part of their relationship was amiss, but nothing like this had crossed his mind. How could he permit it to? It was too devastating to conceive, to realize, his heart already pounding its way out of his chest. His lover had been with another, is that what was going on here!? No, no! That was so wrong when they were supposed to be together, that was cheating!
“Who is this person?” Matthew questioned, moving off the bed and standing, his distance currently kept from his twin. He didn’t begin to close in until he heard an initial grunt for a reply from Alfred, now taking strides toward him while he repeated himself, “Who is this person?”
“My boyfriend. He… His name is Arthur Kirkland, he’s a senior that I sit next to in my math class,” he said, voice growing more bold with the following statement, “He’s from Britain, has the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen, and I’m dating him. I’m sorry, it’s the truth.”
“Boyfriend,” Matthew breathed, gripping his twin’s shoulder in order to stabilize himself. The hand that wasn’t wringing the shoulder went to shakily adjust his glasses, his eyes already welling up with a round of tears behind them. Damn it, damn it! No matter how cruel his following words were, he was still frightened and saddened out of his wits, “A f-fucking boyfriend, oh my God. Speaking of fucking… I-I’ll be you have, haven’t you? You’ve slept with him? Oh, no, I can see it in your face, no…! How can you do this to me, how could you cheat, Alfred!? It isn’t right!”
Alfred was quick to disagree, shrugging him off and shouting, two things he had never done to him before, “No! We aren’t right. We shouldn’t be like this… I just want to be your twin, not your--!”
He was cut off by a forced, abrupt kiss. Their lips smashed together as Matthew grasped him by both his shoulders, Alfred immediately turning his head away from the kiss, but he was painfully held in place by teeth on his lower lip. Blood seeped from the contact, even more so as he attempted to jerk his head away for a second time, panicking as he failed to do so and heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. It was Arthur, he could hear him calling out, and he was so terrified that he physically and mentally froze, leaving them to be discovered as they were with his mind unable to come up with anything.
“Alfred, I heard screaming, what’s going on--? Oh…”
Pausing in the doorway of the bedroom, Arthur could do little more than blink at the scene in front of him. The kiss didn’t exactly seem to be affectionate, however, it was there nonetheless. It was so shocking to him, though he had been told of the incestuous relationship, that he took a step back and put one hand over his mouth. He didn’t move from this stunned position until he saw Alfred also move, the taller blonde making a break from Matthew, who was angrily distracted by the appearance of this stranger. This stranger that had ruined a beautiful part of his life. He glared at his fleeing twin, shifting the harsh look to the other a split-second later.
“… You’re him? You’re the ugly, awful guy who’s stolen him from me?” Matthew snapped, a snarl trailing after. He clenched both hands into fists and squeezed them further upon seeing the two standing there as a couple.
“Mattie,” Alfred snapped back at him, hating to watch him behave so cruelly, when he knows it’s not his true nature, and hating it even more that Arthur believed it was, “that’s not how we talk to new houseguests. Stop it - stop staring at us like that.”
“I doubt he’s new… I’m sure you’ve brought him over here plenty of times before, and don’t tell me what to do!”
“I can because I’m not acting crazy! I’m trying to help!”
“Help with what? Help push me out of the picture so you two can be the fucking perfect pair you are!?”
It was Arthur’s yell that cut through the twin’s squabble. He had stepped between them, too, each hand on either one of their forearms as he reiterated himself for emphasis, “Enough. That’s enough.”
He opened his mouth to discipline them further, when a sharp pain was abruptly created at the side of his face. The force that struck him was so powerful that he was sent crashing back against the doorframe, something toppling onto him less than a second later. He gasped and fought to keep himself from choking on the lack of air. The wind had been knocked out of him, and there was no help in the fact that he was currently being suppressed by whatever had toppled onto him. As he realized what was happening, he gasped again.
Matthew had broken free of his grip, slapping him straight across the face in a fit of rage once he was able to do so. He had then tackled him, deepening the violence, and smashed them both to the floor. And now, through his tears and cursing sobs, his hands instinctively wrapped around Arthur’s throat. He must do this, it was to protect his own relationship with Alfred! It was all out of love! They were still in love! His hold displayed no mercy, seeming ready to murder Arthur without another thought - the poor mediator already suffering from absolutely no oxygen and barely enduring this strangling.
“Stop it, Mattie! This isn’t you, this shouldn’t be you!” Alfred roared, bolting forward to latch his arms around his twin’s waist and yank hard in an effort to end this horror. He yanked once again to pull him off completely, telling him, “And we shouldn‘t be together! Our relationship was a mistake, damn it, and I don’t ever want to deal with it again… I don’t want you…!”-----
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