"It takes two men to make one brother."
- Israel Zangwill
"Hey Mattie!" Matthew Williams internally cringed. That voice belonged to his rambunctious, slightly too energetic man-child of a brother. Now normally, his man-child brother didn't talk to him; heck, he never even remembered him. So what induced this rare, one in a million moment of conversation between these two aloof, detached brothers?
A certain Englishman who had recently arrived as a transfer student at their school.
Oh, Matthew definitely felt the love, Alfred.
"Can you do this tiny, itsy-bitsy, minuscule," Matthew's large violet eyes grew wide at the large and complicated word (at least for Alfred). "favor for me?" Alfred blinked innocently, with a persuasive puppy dog face carefully painted onto his face. Matthew opened his mouth, about to utter a very, very, emphasis on very, quiet muffled no. However, the next line stopped him in his tracks.
"Please, please, big bro?" For such an oblivious person, Alfred proved to be quite manipulative. Matthew attempted to stay strong to his decision, however, Alfred had never admitted to Matthew being the older twin. So Matthew concluded, later that day, that it wasn't his fault that he gave in, right? Right?
"Fine," Matthew mumbled softly, clutching Kumajiro-who was definitely not a toy-closer. Alfred let out an accomplished whoop before patting Matthew on the head.
"Thanks little bro!"
God damn it.