Distrust and Destruction (Hetalia)

A Problem and a Prussian

"Birdie! Mein gött, zhis vas my fault. I should have taken up jour offer to come inside...I should have-"
"Gil, calm down. It's not your fault." Matthew assured the albino as they hugged. Prussia was in tears. Canada pet his back to soothe him.
"Alfred told me jou zhink France did it..."
"Yeah..."
"I don't believe Francis vould do somezhing like zhat. Are jou sure-"
"Gil...I saw him."
"Are jou sure? Zhe sky vas cloudy last night."
"Gilbert...I know what I saw." Matthew pushed him away, a hurt look on his face.
"But Francis cares about jou...he-"
"JUST SHUT UP!"
Arthur poked his head into the foyer, concern imprinted under his thick brow. His eyes asked if everything was okay. Matthew shook his head.
"If you're not going to believe me...just leave. Please. I don't want to see you anymore."
Gilbert's jaw fell a few inches downward. His bottom lip trembled. "Matt...I..."
"You heard him. Get the fuck out." Alfred pushed the Prussian out onto the deck and slammed the door in his face. Matthew fell to the floor, tears running races down his cheeks.
"Mattie, please don't cry." America hugged Canada tightly, rubbing his back and whispering assurances into his ear.
"Come on, boys. Let's go to the living room where it's warm." Arthur suggested. The smaller of the two nations nodded and helped his brother stand. The trio dropped down on the couch, Matthew sobbing so hard Britain didn't know how he could breathe.
Eventually he quieted down and passed out on his father's shoulder.
"God...this is a fucking mess." Alfred said, more to himself than Arthur.
"Alfred, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, dude, go ahead." Alfred took Matthew's hand, running the back of it with his thumb in a soothing pattern.
"Do you really think it was Francis? I mean...it seems out of character for him."
"Dude...Matthew described France perfectly."
"There could be tons of people who look like him. And Francis hasn't smoked in years."
"Mattie does have security cameras outside. I'm sure one of them would have seen the guy come in." Alfred suggested.
"Where does he keep the footage from them?"
"In a back room. I'll show ya." Alfred got up and waited for Arthur to move Matthew onto his side then place a blanket over him. Then the two went off down a hallway to a dark room with a computer in it.
Alfred sat down in front of the screen and clicked on the search box in the corner. He typed in the date from the day before and the time at which Matthew must have left for his date. The stills of the different sections of Matthew's yard transformed into earlier versions of themselves. Alfred hit the enter key and the two nations watched the more recent moments of Canada's life unfold.
They witnessed him letting Kumajirou out into the backyard before zipping through the house to the front yard where Prussia's black and white Volkswagen was parked, the cheerful albino waiting in the front seat. Matthew hopped in and the two took off out of the camera's range.
Afterward the only movements were of Kuma sniffing around the snow.
"Where is Kuma anyway?" Arthur asked Alfred who shrugged.
But the question was answered when the creature suddenly took off toward the hedge in the corner. A human hand stuck out of it, luring the bear forward. When he got close enough, the hand snatched him up and disappeared through the spaces where two boards in the fence used to be.
"Holy shit." Alfred gaped.
"Who would steal Kuma? And why?"
The two kept watching, not seeing anything else out of the ordinary until Prussia and Canada pulled back up to the house and got out of the car.
The two watched them talking for a few moments before sharing a kiss and parting ways. Alfred turned the monitor back to current time after that.
"I don't want to watch any further." He whispered squeamishly. Arthur nodded his understanding.
"So...we still didn't find the culprit..."
Alfred sighed. "There aren't any blind spots back there. We would have seen somebody come in."
"Is there a chance that he came into this room and put a loop on the video footage from when he came in?"
"Only me, Mattie, and Francis have the passwords to do that."
"Why you two?"
"Because Mattie let's us hide shit from our governments in his garden."
"What the hell, Alfred? You shouldn't hide stuff from your government."
"Why not? They hide stuff from me. And besides, God knows what they'd do if they found out I had an alien living with me."
Arthur sighed. "So...anyway...what you're saying is that it had to be Francis who hurt Matthew?"
"There's no other way. Not unless he came from inside the house...which I highly doubt."
"Jesus." Arthur swore. Even with the proof staring him right in the face, the Brit refused to believe one of his best friends was capable of such a deed.
"Look, if you still believe Francis is innocent...I'd suggest you just leave. I don't want Mattie loosing his shit again. It's really hard to watch."
"I...I'm still not sure, Alfred. I think I'm going to go for a walk to think things over."
Alfred nodded softly with understanding. "I'll take care of Mattie while you're gone."
The two exited the security room to find Matthew sitting at the kitchen counter, the box of pizza opened in front of him.
"Dude! I totally forgot about the pizza!" Alfred cheered, running over to the box and taking a slice as if it was a lover he hadn't seen for a while. Arthur chuckled at this.
The two boys ate, gabbing loudly like they used to when they were kids, as if the rest of the world didn't even exist.
"I'm going out for a walk. Be back in a few hours." Arthur announced, being waved off politely by the other two.
Now it was time to give this situation a thorough think through.
Arthur hoped a few hours would be enough.

Another three days to work on a chapter. I've got an entire week off but no motivation >~<
Anyway it's the first week of a new term for me so things are gonna be a mess for a while. I'll try to write when I can but I always have to put novel work first.