*I AM ON A FUCKING ROLL!!! In other words I'm bored, Im currently writing this in math because my teacher stopped giving a shit. Also back to Canada Pov. also mini panic attack, mentions of child neglect, and mentions of violence that occurred last chapter and cutting*

I woke up with a pulsing migraine in a bed that wasn't mine and someone passed out on the floor.

At first I thought it was Alfred but once my vision cleared up I saw that it was not in fact Alfred.

The room was nowhere near patriotic enough to be Alfred's, and the man on the floor had white hair and pale skin, in contrast to Alfred's sandy blond hair and california tan.

Shit that was Gilbert.

Shit where was Caleb?! What happened?

I could feel my breathing getting more and more rapid by the second, what did Caleb tell him? I didn't want Gilbert to know about anything that had to do with Caleb! I didn't want anyone to know about that!

How on earth could I have been so careless?! I should have just gone home and sat in awkward silence with Arthur and Francis! I am such an idiot!

"Hey are you okay?"

Shitshitshitshitshit

"I didn't want you to know." I could feel tears pricking at my eyes.

"Was Caleb your boyfriend?"

"I didn't want you to know. " I repeated, "I didn't want you to know, I didn't." tears were pouring down my face in waterfalls at this point.

Gilbert had sat down in front of me and reached out to touch my cheek. I slapped his hand away and hugged myself tighter.

"Matthew-" he tried again, resting his hand on my shoulder. I struggled out of his grasp and stood up, still crying.

"Don't touch me!" I started walking out of his room, out of his house, then running to mine.

When I got home I heard talking.

Shit, Francis and Arthur.

I was not in the mood to deal with my parents right now.

I quickly wiped my eyes and pushed through the door, praying that I was just hallucinating. But dispite my wishes, I walked into my living room to see Francis and Arthur sitting on my couch.

"Matthew! You're home! Alfred said you were at a friend's house last night." Arthur spoke after the initial moment of shock that a ghost opened the door, "Which friend was it? He said it wasn't Lovino."

"Lovino went back to Italy when I was 16."I signed, of course they wouldn't even remember how I tragically lost my best friend in the middle of one of the hardest years of my life. Or how I cried for a week or missed school for it. Of course, they missed everything in my life.

Before either of them could say anything else I started walking towards my room.

"where's Alfred?" I asked. If I was going to be stuck here with them then I at least wanted him here.

"He's in the bathroom. Matthew please don't lock yourself in your room, we want to see you." Francis said, looking at me with a worried face.

"I'm tired. Tell him I'm in my bedroom." I grumbled as I opened my door without looking back at them.

I could tell that Arthur was giving that sad mom face, but he'd likely forget this is even my house in like 10 Minutes.

After I carefully closed my bedroom door I flopped down on the bed.

I wanted to cut but it would be too risky with both my parents and Alfred in the house. I decided to just sit on my bed and wait for it to be over.

Soon enough Alfred came in and sat beside me on the bed.

"How are you Mattie?" he was trying to be nice, it wasn't working but it was appreciated.

I nodded a bit but didn't make a real effort to respond.

"How was your sleepover at Gilbert's?"

I stayed silent for a long time wondering if I should tell him about Caleb.

If I told him I might be able to sleep better but he would also worry about me. He might also stop making me talk to Gilbert which would be a good thing.

"I-I saw Caleb."

Immediately his head snapped up to look at me, his eyes were wide open and his mouth pressed into a firm line.

"You saw who?"

"Caleb. He-he was at Gilbert's house."

Alfred had stood up and started pacing around my room. He stopped to look at me with an enraged face.

"He didn't touch you right?" he walked closer to me and grabbed my shoulders, "Matthew tell me he didn't touch you!"

"He hit me," I was practically sobbing at this point, "He knocked me unconscious and he wasn't there when I woke up."

Alfred released my shoulders and took a step back, rubbing his eyes and groaning.

He looked at me again and pointed, "You're not going to Gilbert's again. You understand me? I am not letting you anywhere near someone who's in contact with that."

I nodded, still crying. I suddenly felt arms around me and heard Alfred shush me softly. Telling me that he couldn't hurt me now.

And eventually I fell asleep.

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*America's Pov*

After a while I felt Matthew's shoulders relax and his sobbing quiet. I carefully manuevered him into a lying position.

I took off his jacket as it could not be comfortable to sleep in denim. While doing so though, I accidentally pulled up the sleeve if his shirt underneath, revealing bandaged arms.

What the fuck?

I knew exactly what those were covering and I hated it. I knew the only thing they could possibly be covering but I didn't want to believe it.

I carefully unwrapped the bandages to see the horrible scars he had put there.

I chocked back a sob, covering the arm again and checking the other one.

More scars.

Mattie didn't deserve any of this. He was so sweet, he had never done anything wrong in his life and yet he got so much shit.

I went down stairs to see our parents still in the living room talking.

"Matthew's asleep. You should probably go home."

They looked at me, confused before Francis spoke up, "Are you sure he is not coming out?"

"I'm sure. He's had a long day and he needs rest." I assured them, already shoving them towards the door.

"But it's only (nine)three in the afternoon!" *I love you if you get that reference*Arthur spoke up as I shoved him out the door.

"Not my problem." and with that I slammed the door.

I leaned against the door, rubbing my face.

How could I have not realised he was cutting sooner? He's my goddamn brother for goodness sake!

I went to his bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink. I started frantically searching through it, shoving everything out of the way. There was nothing there. nothing that could have made the deep, jagged gouges on his arms.

I moved to the bigger cabinate on the opposite side of the room and immediately found a razor laying haphazardly near the edge.

I grabbed the razor and tidied up the bathroom, double checking to make sure he didn't have another.

*Well that's where we're going to stop it for today. Damn I am such a sucker for protective brother bear Alfred. I'm pretty happy with this chapter though