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Ch. 1:
"Dude check this out," Alfred jumped onto the thick, maroon leather couch. "This summer is gonna be EPIC!"
Matthew sighed as he watched his overly energetic half-brother jump around the hotel room like a little kid.
Alfred's mother had won a drawing to win an all-expenses paid trip to London, England for the summer. She and Alfred's father weren't able to make the trip, so decided the boys would enjoy it. She had been right about Alfred; he had been all too excited to have an adventure in a foreign place. Matthew, however, would've liked to stay home.
Alfred knew this, and that's why he begged his brother to come. Matthew had never been an overly cheerful kid; not since Dad had brought him home one day.
Their father had been a…social man. Having plenty of fun in his youth before he met Alfred's mom. True, it took them quite a while, but when she became pregnant with Alfred, the two married and were pretty happy together.
However, one of Alfred's father's late, one-night stands came back to visit him. Turns out, he had a son he hadn't known about and whose mother had passed away, leaving Alfred's Dad his only family. They had taken him in without question and raised him as one of their own. Matthew loved them, but always did feel like he belonged elsewhere.
But that was why they were in London. They were here to spread their wings and roam.
"Isn't this great, Mattie?" Alfred asked as he checked out their rooms and adjoining bathrooms. "I could swim in this tub!"
"That's neat," Matthew replied quietly, placing his suitcases on the floor and sitting down on a leather chair. He stretched and yawned; his eyes rimmed with exhaustion,
"Man, that was a long flight…" he groaned, running a tired hand over his face. "I could sleep all summer."
"Uh-no."
Alfred was suddenly at his brother's side and dragged him to his feet.
"We are both going out and having some fun! No brother of mine, especially one who shares my amazing good looks, is gonna spend all summer cooped up in his room! Especially if he's in London! I want to take pictures of the Eiffel Tower!"
Matthew looked with pity at his brother, "London isn't Paris; you know that right?"
"Close enough!" Alfred said, grabbing the sneakers Matthew had taken off.
"Put these on and grab your camera and some snacks! We are going sightseeing!"
"Alfred," he whined, "We just got off a plane, can't we relax a bit? We have all summer to see the sights…"
"And you have all summer to relax," Alfred shot back, already having his travel bag (stuffed mainly with junk food) on his shoulder.
"But first, my brother and I are gonna spend some casual time together!"
Matthew let out another sigh, knowing it was pointless to resist. If he tried, Alfred would either nag him till his ears bled or throw him over his shoulder and carry him outside. Neither was appealing, so he simply nodded.
"All right, all right. One quick look down the block then we're coming back and I'm sleeping until tomorrow afternoon."
"Come on, you jerk! Play with me!"
Arthur held back a groan as his baby brother continued to pester him, pulling at his sleeve and whining in that irritating voice.
"I'm so bored! Stop doing that boring home work and play soldiers with me!
"Peter," Arthur growled, glaring down at him from where he sat on the couch. "Aren't you getting a little too old to play with dolls?"
"I'm only nine!" Peter replied haughtily. "Plus, they are action figures! Not dolls."
"I don't care what they are, I'm working." Arthur snapped. Standing up and taking his school work with him.
Arthur Kirkland was the son of a famous British politician, and the only of four sons who cared to uphold the family's reputation and honor. His eldest brother, Allistor, was a wild card with flaming red hair, a cigarette in his mouth 24/7, and always out getting blitzed. The second oldest, Dylan, while not as crazy as Allistor, was still too spontaneous and often talked of running away to the rolling grasslands of their home and taking a country life. Then, there was Peter. Annoying, whining, little Peter who didn't think about what he would do in the next minute, never mind the next day. True, he was only nine, but, seeing as he listened to Allistor and Dylan more than Arthur, Arthur could guess where the boy's path would lead.
So that left him to make their father proud.
"Uh-oh," a familiar accented voice came from the hallway and Arthur groaned as Allistor, in wrinkled clothes and a cigar in his mouth, waltzed in and leaned on the doorway, "Peter, did you make your big sister upset again?"
"Allistor!" Peter's eyes brightened and he raced over to wrap his arms around his tall brother's leg, "He won't play with me!"
"You'll have to forgive, Alice," Allistor cooed, patting Peter's head, "You know how serious and grumpy she gets."
"Well, forgive me," Arthur's voice dripped with sarcasm, "But one of us needs to work on their future."
"It's not our fault you chose boring politics." Allistor retorted, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"Someone needs to make father proud." Arthur replied, picking up his work and placing it under his arm.
"There are other ways-" Allistor began but Arthur was already walking past him and heading for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To the park," Arthur replied. "Hopefully I'll get some peace and quiet."
"But I wanted to play~!" Peter whined again.
"Then play with Allistor," Arthur snapped. "He's your favorite."
Arthur slammed the door behind him and headed to Hyde Park, his brain burning with impatience and frustration. Hopefully the park would have a calming effect. God knew he needed it.
