"You don't get it, do you Mattie?" I can hear the growl in my voice as I grip the younger man by the throat, "I've been watching you. I know all about you. You and him. I know you don't lock your door, Mattie. Do you know how easy it would have been for me to just walk in." I tightened my grip on his pale throat. It would be so easy. Just to squeeze a little harder, he was already gasping for breath, a little more and I would constrict his airway so much he would stop breathing altogether. I wanted to do it.

"G-Gilbert..." His voice was soft. Trembling with fear. Pathetic. "Gilbert please... y-you're hurting me..." Tears in his eyes, glistening on his cheeks and reflected in the light from the headlights of my car. I could see all the dirt underneath my long fingernails as I dug them into his smooth flesh.

"I could rip your throat out right here, little Mattie." I hissed, leaning in to his face, leering. I could see the fear in his violet eyes. "Wouldn't that make a mess. Leave a nasty scar on your pretty little neck. You wouldn't want that now, would you? Your new boyfriend would be so upset."

"Wh-What do you want from me, Gilbert...?" He whispered.

"I want you to say sorry. You're sick. And you're pathetic. And I want you to say sorry. I've watched you. The pair of you make me SICK!" I couldn't stop my voice raising. He needed to know how sick he made me. How angry. How upset. He deserved to know how much he had broken me. I growled, taking a deep breath before lowering my voice again, "I've seen him walking home on his own. In the dark. He didn't know I was there. The pair of you never knew that I was there. But I've always been watching you. I was so tempted to just squeeze my foot on the accelerator. Mow him down. Break his pathetic little body. He took you from me. I wanted to break him like you two broke me. It could have dented my car though. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?" I threw him down, standing over him as he coughed and spluttered as he could suddenly breathe again. "I'm never more than ten steps away from you. Remember that, Mattie. I'll be watching you. And there's nothing you can do about it. I'll just keep watching you, you're not worth me hurting myself over. I won't screw my life up because of how sick you are. Sweet dreams, Matthew." I kicked him in the ribs before getting into my car and driving away, leaving him alone and curled up in the middle of the path. He was the sick one. The twisted and awful one. I'm only the way I am because of him. It's all their fault.

Author's notes: This has been sitting on my hard drive for a while. I couldn't work out if I wanted to upload it or not. But then I listened to the song that inspired it (Sick - Son of Dork) and finally decided! Hetalia doesn't belong to me.