All his fathers ever did was fight. So what did it matter? They wouldn't notice he was gone. They never noticed when he went over to his friend's house. He could walk right out of the house and have no problems.

Matthew was sixteen years old, and already taking on the mental toll of someone far more older than him. His family never got along. The blonde understood that there was no perfect family, but it this was far worse. When he asked his best friends, they agreed that the Canadian's family did at least twice the fighting of theirs.

On top of his parents fighting, and him and his twin never seeing eye to eye, Matthew was ignored. Sometimes he could go a whole day without being noticed, he would rather be bullied than be ignored. It hurt, knowing he was invisible.


His bags were packed, and his ticket was purchased. The only thing left to do was leave. Getting out of the house without being noticed would be easy, but actually saying goodbye was the hardest part. He accepted that he may never see the house he grow up in , or the people who lived there for a long while. Though Matthew couldn't spend more than two minutes on the thought. He always had to stop and push it aside or else he would end up a mess, and he would never get out of the place, let alone the country.

A car had just parked on the street in front of the home. It was time to leave. Grabbing his suitcases, and slinging his bag over his shoulder, Matthew took one last look at the room, remembering all good times he had spent there. It was once a nursery for him and Alfred, his twin. They shared the room since they were 11, then the American declared he needed his privacy, so he took up the guest room.

Descending the stairs he heard yelling, it wasn't uncommon.

"Francis! Where were you last night?!"

"I swear I was not with zomeone else!"

"You're a frog, and a liar!"

Matthew knew for a fact that his french father was not out with someone else for two reasons, he followed him, and his father was not like that, he truly did love his British partner. For a moment the teen almost marched into the living room to stop the fight with these facts, but then he remembered that he had to go.

Outside Gilbert and Ivan were in Gilbert's car. Closing the door to his old house, he ran to the friends. Once inside, the Prussian sped off, not giving Matthew time to look back and change his mind. But yet an emotional pain pawed roughly at his chest. There was no way tears would spill, not now, and not for a long while.

"So your really leaving?" The albino asked.

They had gone over this multiple times. It was agreed that Matthew needed to get away from the life he was living, the pair even helped to pay for his train ticket. It was all for the best.

"Yeah. You missing me already, eh?" He laughed, trying lighten the mood. The question went unanswered. Ivan stayed quiet as well, and every now and then he'd steal a glace at the Canadian through the rear view mirror. It was very depressing.

He was the one who broke the silence. "Are you sure this uncle is even alive?"

"Yeah, he should be. I really don't know. I think my father would have told me if my uncle died." Matthew was unsure of his answer but he refused to dwell on it.

"Your dad didn't tell you zhat you had an uncle." The Prussian pointed out.

"I'm going, no matter what!" His voice was firm. Just the thought of turning back and living with the fighting and arguing for another two years made him sick.

It wasn't long before they were at the train station. The Canadian's friends helped him with his bags. They gave him a nod as he walked off and to his train. The pair stood on the platform. "I want to know all about zhis Scottish uncle of yours! E-mail me the moment you get zhere!" Gil said.

Matthew nodded and the train started. He waved to his friends and found an open spot not too far down the isle.

Only four hours till he was in Scotland. He took out the piece of paper he printed the directions on. The blonde teen had been searching for his uncle for awhile now, he seemed like an interesting man, but he was also hard to find. He didn't have a Facebook, Twitter, or anything like that, and if he did, he was really good at keeping it underground. Matthew felt like he was stalking the man, and in a way, he was, but he needed to find him.

Putting the paper neatly back into the sturdy bag he brought with him, he carefully pulled out his laptop. He wanted to see if Alfred saw he was gone yet, and knowing his twin, if he had noticed it would be all over Facebook.

To Matthew's dismay, there wasn't anything on there about him missing, not even a message. So they hadn't found out yet. It had been two hours, and he didn't leave a note or tell anybody. Would they ever notice?


"Where is Mattie?" Arthur asked.

"I haven't seen him all day."

"Wait! You haven't seen him all day? I haven't either..." There was panic in the Frenchman's voice.

The Brit stared at his partner before racing up the stairs to the boy's room, everyone else followed close behind. Swinging open the door. They found that Matthew wasn't there and that most of his clothes and belongings were gone with it.

"Alfred, don't let any of your friends know, not yet." Arthur instructed. He didn't want it getting out that he had lost his son. It would be humiliating, and he was already under enough stress. "He might even come back tonight. He's probably just at a friend's house." The blonde said these things to calm himself down rather than everyone else. "If he's not back tomorrow afternoon. I'll call him." His voice was shaking as he said this.

The rest of the night was gloomy and stiff but there wasn't any fighting, everyone was too depressed to argue.


At a quarter past nine the train arrived at Matthew's destination. In a small town near Edinburgh. Only two miles from the station was where his uncle lived.

Picking up his bags and heading towards the direction, following the map on the paper, did Matthew realize that he would have to explain all this to his uncle. Did he want he to know the truth? Would the Scot send him back? Or would he just not believe they were related? What did this man do for a living? Would he harm Matthew?

The Canadian cleared his head of these thoughts, there was no going back now, although he was far from home, in a foreign place and alone, he would not doubt his decision. He had gone through so much pain, and this was his escape, he would make it his escape.

After the walk, which seemed much longer carrying his bags, he was at the front of a castle. On the gates was a big letter 'K', Matthew's father's -his uncle's brother- last name was Kirkland.

Taking in a deep breath, he pushed open the gate, it was unlocked. He took a bold step into the court yard. He felt like he was going to be sick. Taking another step he narrowed his vision to the door, it made it seem less intimidating. He then took another and another. Soon he was at a steady pace. But too soon he was at the door, and the only thing left to do was to knock. For a moment, Matthew pondered how his uncle, or who ever else lived in the castle would hear if he knocked on the door, but they were on the other side of the estate. He knocked anyway.

There was barely a break after his knock, the door swung open, reveling a tall, lean red head. He had the same eyes as his brother. Matthew knew this was his uncle, the man looked like a true Scot. "Ye looked a wee bit frightened tae knock on the door." He added a chuckle.

Color disappeared from the teen's cheeks. He was going to throw up, but he was also scared to. He wished he hadn't left home. He was mentally beating himself up for all of this. "H-hi-hi, I'm M-Matt-Matthew Wi-Williams. I-I-I'm Arthur K-Kirkland's son." He thought he got rid of the stutter a few years ago, but he was mistaken. His head went fuzzy, and he felt weak, he couldn't faint, not yet!

"Aye, so if yer tellin' the truth, yer my nephew." He shook his head. "With that stutter, I wouldn't believe ye, but ye are a bit frightened an' shaken up." The only thing Matthew could do was stare shockingly at the elder his throat dry and hands wet with sweat. A shiver ran down his spine.

Seeing that the boy wasn't going to talk he took a suitcase from his hand. The blonde jumped back a foot. "Calm dow', 'm not gonna hurt ye." Hearing the sincerity in his voice, he let his uncle take his suitcase.

It was huge on the inside like it was on the outside. They foyer itself was triple the size of a normal one. "Why didn't yer da call tae tell me ye were comin'?" It sounded like there was no need to answer, like the man knew what was really going on.

"W-well...ummm... He-he doesn't know... I-I kinda-a ju-just left."

"That sounds like a similar story..." The man gave a chuckle. "So my brother hasn' been treatin' ye right...? Looks like 'm gonna have tae have a talk with my wee brother..."

"NO!" Matthew didn't mean to shout, but he most certainly want his dad to find out where he was, he didn't want to go back home to that wasteland. The red head nearly dropped the bag in his hand, but caught himself.

"That bad, aye?" He asked as he continued to walk through the stone castle. "I can't say I won't call him, but I can say that for tonight I won't call him." It was better than nothing.

"M-may I ca-call you uncle?" The last part came out fast, almost one word.

"I am yer uncle."

"I-I don't k-know your first name." He gulped.

"So ye know where I live, but ye don't know my name?" Matthew nodded his head. It was sadly true, he didn't find the name, it was hard to find that one piece on the internet. "It's Allistor."

After climbing a grand stairway, that was off of the sitting room, they stopped outside of door. "Ye can stay here. Are ye hungry?" The teen gave a quick head shake, it was a lie, he hadn't eaten since this morning and that was only a single pancake. "Well it's late, get some sleep, well talk more about this tomorrow.

A/N: This is the first chapter of my story, I didn't really now the title, but this is what I got. Thank you, my awesome, amazing, and fabulous editor!

P.S. Me and my editor use different programs and it gets a bit confusing when he sends it to me so I have to go through and add things he's forgotten, but I think I got it now