"It wasn't me! He forged those diary entries! He LIED!" Alfred shouted. "I'm being framed!"
"Al..." Matthew's eyes watered. "Did you..."
"No! Never! Why would I lie to you?! Why would I kill your boyfriend?!"
"He did text me that night saying you were fighting." Matthew recalled.
"Yeah...you were bickering with him that night..." Arthur spoke up.
"This is bullshit! I've never...I wouldn't...Mattie..."
Matthew started to shake.
"I don't want to believe it...trust me...but Allen's diary..."
"You're just going to believe a stupid book over me?!" Alfred laughed, "after all I've done for you?"
"Allen would have left a note if he committed suicide. He was murdered." Matt insisted.
"Are you sure there's no note around here?"
"No but I'm also sure that he's left handed and the gun was in his right hand."
"Fuck."
"Al..." Matthew sobbed. "Please tell me...did you kill him?"
"It was self defence! And Gilbert was an accident!" Alfred took a few steps back but Ivan took ahold of his shoulders from behind so he wouldn't run.
"And what about Lovino, huh?" Antonio shouted, "was he an accident? Was he self defence?!"
"Toni...breathe." Francis put a hand on his friend's arm.
"If he hadn't gotten nosey..."
"So what?! What if I had gotten nosey, Al? Would you have killed me?"
"That's why I kept you from looking, Mattie."
"I can't believe you killed my boyfriend! Why did you do it?!" Matthew was filled with wet anger; the kind that boiled from his chest and leaked from his eyes. He was crying but his voice remained harsh.
"Because!" Alfred struggled against Ivan's grasp. "I was protecting you!"
"From what?!"
"I..." Alfred hesitated. "You were getting so close to him and we never hung out anymore."
"You killed Gilbert to stroke you're own fucking EGO?!" Matthew jumped forward, wanting to attack, but Matt caught him first.
"Lemme go! I'll kill him! I swear!"
"Matthew, hey," Matt soothed. "That's enough."
"What do we do with him? We can't call the cops, can we?" Arthur asked.
"Alfred was the one who 'called the cops' in the first place. He was the one who claimed they couldn't help us." Ludwig remembered. "He was probably lying to keep the police out of it."
"We're you?" Arthur asked him.
"...yeah..." The defeat in Alfred's face, the slump in his shoulders, was something Matthew had never seen in his brother before. But he didn't care. He couldn't believe that the culprit had been right by his side all along, soothing him when he cried and coddling him when he was feeling alone. Alfred had wanted Matthew to turn to him so he had given him a reason. He was selfish.
"I'll call the cops then and they can arrest him...and we can finally plan a burial for the victims." Ludwig volunteered.
Matthew swallowed. His big brother was a murderer and would probably be spending the rest of his life in prison, his boyfriend, his would be fiancé, was deceased, and so were two friends of his, but at least there would be a funeral.
At least he would get to say goodbye one last time.

Oh shit.