It was with that sentence that made Antonio let go.

"He…asked me, and I said yes. You should've said you opposed the wedding instead of coming in here and trying to…well…kill us all…" the brunette sighed, sitting down next to him.

Arthur scowled, but it was less venomous than before. It was weaker. "Well if someone might have bothered to inform me before the actual wedding…I could've had a chance…"

Matthew bit his lip. "Arthur…it happened so fast…we…"

He stopped his words short as the Brit turned to him, and for the first time he saw tears, welling up in his emerald orbs. "But…why…? Why him?"

A lump formed in Matthew's throat, and he swallowed heavily. What could he say? What was there to say? Did he even have a reason? Did he have a reason at all? He wasn't sure. "I…I don't…I don't know…!"

He covered his mouth. "I don't know! I thought that…I thought that…"

Again, he didn't finished. All Matthew could feel was guilt, and sadness overflowing his head and mind. He couldn't even think straight, all he could think of was what to spit out for Arthur to hear.

But he didn't have a chance. Arthur rose, wiping the tears from his eyes as he did. His gaze was blank, almost empty. "Clearly…clearly you would rather be with him…" he looked away. "I'm terribly sorry for the harm I have caused…I wish you two a very, happy, merry life, in the future…"

And without another word, he strode to the exit.

Kiku jumped up suddenly, rushing over and grabbing him by the shoulder. "Arthur-san! Please wait!"

The Brit stopped at the contact, but didn't turn around. At that moment, Matthew's body reacted on its own and he stood up, rushing over. "No…! No it's not like that…! That's not it at all!"

The older blond turned slowly, staring at him with the same expressionless face as his eyes had held before. He waited for him to speak again.

The Canadian forced the words out of his throat. "If you go…if you go you're admitting that you never once loved me…at all. You're just going to walk out, after all of this? Is that even right?"

He waved his hand. "You're a coward! That's all you are! A big, no good coward!"

"Well obviously you love that Spanish bastard more than me!" Arthur's voice cracked, and it was clear he was on the verge of crying. "And don't you dare say I never loved you…"

The Englishman then added, "I…I still love you…"

He brought his gaze back up. "Which is why…I want you to be happy. And if he makes you happy…then."

Though he concluded the ending, Matthew couldn't make himself believe the words. The Canadian couldn't force himself to believe the words after all that had just happened. He shook his head. "No you don't…no you don't! If you loved me, you would know what made me happy! And you don't, Arthur, you don't."

The younger blond covered his eyes with his hand. "So fine! Leave us! Leave us and run away like the pathetic person you are!"

A single tear slipped down the Brit's cheek then, and his blank face returned. "If that is how you think of me…then I suppose I am just pathetic."

Upon hearing that, Matthew felt sick, and weak. "Why don't you understand…?" he sunk to his knees, burying his face in his hands, his voice muffled a bit. "I hate you…I hate you! Why are you doing this to me?"

Arthur's face finally contorted into a pained expression. "Why am I doing this to you? Do you realize I could ask you the exact same question? And if you hate me so much, then why bother with me?"

Tears finally began to fall freely down his cheeks, his eyes wet and a bit puffy. "Why?"

Before Matthew could respond, Antonio rose, and walked over to the window slowly. It was as if time froze then, everything around them stopped. All eyes were on him, as he opened it. "Well…"

"Antonio-Kun…?" Kiku turned quickly, letting go of Arthur and staring curiously, as well as anxiously.

The Spanish man took the bouquet of flowers he'd been holding, and promptly tossed them out into the ground below. He sighed heavily, and looked at all of their anxious faces, before simply shaking his head. "It's…it's all too much…"

The Canadian felt his heart sink at the action, feeling more tears daring to fall. He looked between Arthur and Antonio, his heart unsure and just in plain anguish.

"I'm…I'm so confused…! I…I don't know what to think anymore…" he mumbled, his hands and body shaking as their eyes met one more time.

The Brit watched him for a moment, before feeling his own heart drown in agony as he saw his pitiful state. Slowly, he bit his lip, before shaking his head in a pained way, before turning, and leaving the room in silence.

Matthew couldn't believe he'd actually left. He really hadn't. Watching him go was like a cold, and cruel slap in the face, and when he saw that he was truly gone. He curled himself over on the floor, and continued sobbing.

The brunette felt tears in his own eyes as he watched, as he walked over slowly and wrapped his arms around him comfortingly. Kiku slowly put a hand on his shoulder, wiping a few tears away himself.

"Matthew-Kun…don't cry…" he tried to assure, but knew fully well it wasn't possible.

Antonio tried to add on. "Y-yeah Mateo…it was just…it was just one bad marriage is all…"

But his cries did not subside. Matthew felt terribly ill, nausea sweeping over him at full throttle. This isn't what he wanted! He wanted to sort everything out peacefully and have it all end well. But it wasn't so; it was the farthest from that.

And the scars didn't heal, until ten, long years later, only to reopen again, under the oddest circumstances.

And thus, the end!

...of story one ;)

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