"Yo, Francis! Where's Mattie at?" My twin brother Alfred F. Jones walked right passed me and into the kitchen.
"Oh Mathieu is in ze living room" I hear my father, Francis Bonnefoy, tell him. "No he's not… I was just in there!"
"Yes I was…." I quietly walk into the kitchen and stand next to Alfred. He looks at me and says "Oh Mattie I didn't see you!" He gives me a big smile. 'Corse you didn't see me…. No one ever does.' I smile back at him. "Oh right! Guess what!" Alfred's sea blue eyes light up. I tilt my head at him, causing my blonde hair to go in front of my eyes. "We got accepted into Hetalia high school!" He starts to jump around the kitchen.
"Ah! Félicitations mes anges !" Papa hugs us both and goes back to cooking dinner.
"Really?!" My eye's gleamed with excitement. Apparently I said it too quietly because Alfred walked to Papa and asked him what he said.
"Ohonhonhon you still can't speak French?" Al shook his head. "I said Congratulations My angles!"
"Where the bloody hell is everyone?!" I hear the front door close and my other father, Arthur, walk into the kitchen.
"Ohonhonhon Mon Chere! Our kids got into Hetalia High!" Papa wrapped his arms around Arthur. "Good job kid!" Father looked at Alfred with a proud look.
"Papa….why does Arthur never notice me?" I asked the French man as we sat on my bed. "I don't know… but I would never forget you Mon anges!" He hugs my head to his chest.
"You Promise, Papa?" A small smile creeps up on my lips
"Promise… Now good night, Mon Chere!" He stands up and kisses the top of my head.
" Night Papa." I quietly say and lay down .
