Alfred was stupid. Arthur was stupid. Francis was stupid.
If I obey all the time, why can't Arthur remember me?
Matthew pet through his pet polar bear's fur that lay contently on the bed, asleep. "You were at least supposed to remember me… I think the only reason /you/ like me it because I feed you…", he mumbled softly.
Alfred ran off at least… a month ago, and Matthew was honestly, even more bothered than ever. It was no longer a matter of Arthur confusing him for his brother. It was… More complicated.
It was as if we were invisible. Arthur didn't even /see/ or acknowledge him. Arthur would forget to make a serving of food for two; and this wasn't and occasional thing, it was… Every. Fucking. Day.
It could be many reasons for that, though. Maybe Arthur's mind was blocking out Matthew's presence because he resembled Alfred. Either way, Matthew was growing bitter toward his once… Only friend.
But Alfred really was a dick… Trying to force Matthew to join him on more than one occasion…
Matthew heaved a sigh and walked out of what used to be a shared room. He'd often come out to hear his British parents rambling about him… Talking about what a good boy Alfred was. How cute and sweet…
This time was different. Arthur was staring at him this time. Matthew felt his mood lift, eyes brightening a bit. Arthur saw him! He acknowledged that he wasn't the only man here, and just as Matthew opened his mouth to speak…
"Alfred! My boy…", The Briton said, hugging the Canadian. Matthew's rage grew even more. He shoved Arthur away, "I'm Matthew, dammit!", he snapped, "Alfred…! He isn't even here anymore! You bought me from France, you raised me with Alfred, you chose your favorite, but that gives you no fucking right to forget me!" Arthur stared wide eyed, "M-Matthew…-", he was cut off. "No! Shut the hell up! Do you know where Alfred is? Hm? I'll tell you! He's off making an alliance with the man you should have left me with! He's with Papa! He's with Francis, now! You know why? Because he hates you! Just like I'm starting to!", Matthew shouted, voice cracking a little.
"You've forgotten me every damn night since he left! And before then, you confused me for him! We're two different people!", Matthew felt the tears start rolling. "I would've gone with him too! I'd kick your ass so hard; you'd remember my name! I would've left if he weren't such an ass face!" He narrowed his eyes, "I wish I never lived here with you, your state is making me sick! Don't talk to me you damn, hoser! I don't want to hear from you, until you can get my name right!", he shouted, retreating back to his room to cry.
And Arthur let him be. Only remembering his name when Alfred burned York.