My family is disfunction. None of us are blood related, there is two dads and a twin package. We've also got a pretty close age range. Me and Alfred are both 15, Mom is 16 and Dad 17. Most people wouldn't view us as family; to most people we're just really good friends. But when you live in a care home, you sometimes do need a family.

"What a depressing way to start your diary, Mattie."

Matthew glared daggers at his older (But only by an hour) brother, Alfred. Alfred flashed his innocent yet contagious smile, putting one hand on top of the book.

"We're twin's, we share everything." He stated pushing the book towards him to get a closer look; Matthew snatched it back possessively.

"Why don't you make you're own diary?" He suggested, ignoring the sudden shouts of another fight breaking out, from the shrill voice and mocking tones it sounded like Elizaveta and Gilbert were scrapping again.

"Yeah, good idea Mattie, I think I'll do that, just, after..." Alfred's voice trailed off as the noise got louder, of course the more extroverted of the two was going to run out there and egg on the fight. "Gotta go!" He yelled back over his shoulder as he bolted out the door. Matthew sighed heavily going back to his writing.

Fights break out often here, and I can't say that my 'family' is no different, Alfred and Arthur argue all the time, Francis and Arthur have been arguing alot recently too. Mostly because they have to move out soon, and neither of them are sure where to go. We tease each other alot too, I'm told I'm 'Daddy's little girl' alot, but that only left Alfred in for a 'Oui? Well you must be a Mummy's boy then.' Comment from Francis much to Arthur's embarrassment. But it's ok to make fun, we're family.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Droned the loud voices of the care home, Alfred and Lovino's being the loudest of which, as usual. Matthew subconsciously felt sorry for Roderich, who was dating Elizaveta and also had Gil as his best friend (Or something like that). The two usually got in scraps, and those usually got pretty out of hand unless a carer jumped in... Which didn't happen often.

We're not the only group of friends close enough to be called family, Tino and Berwald are looking after Peter, who's one of the youngest here along with Raivis and Yoo Sung, of whom also appear to have been adopted into small friendship groups. I like how everyone co operates here... When they're not arguing...

"Gilbert! Eliza!" The sudden silence meant Ludwig had got himself involved, Matthew could imagine the meek faces of the culprits and the look of disappointment on everyone else's face. He could hear the crowd dispersing and Alfred entered back in.

"Ludwig is scary." He stated, as if Matthew couldn't see the fear in his brother's eyes already.

There's something of a hierarchy here, though it's not official. Most of the times we don't listen to the carers, mostly because we're all teens; way past the age that we're cute and cuddly enough to be adopted, like we care. We've found our own families now. But Ludwig is the highest in the chain, followed by Francis and Arthur, although they're less likely to take charge. Also if Ivan says for you to do something - You do it A.S.A.P. Underneath them you have Yao, Alfred, Antonio and Natalia (But people usually follow what the latter does because they're too scared to do otherwise.) The rest of us just follow them. Eitherway if Ludwig has to get involved you know you're screwed.

Matthew peered over the top of his diary to find Alfred throwing his clothes out of their drawers. After a few seconds debating whether it was fair to interrupt he finally managed to cut in.

"What are you doing?" Alfred's head snapped back briefly before continuing to throw things around the room.

"Finding a notebook or diary, it was your idea after all." Alfred replied before uttering an "Aha!" And holding up a dark blue diary, in contrast to Matthews, which was a bright red.

"Found one?" The question was rhetorical, but Matthew knew that Alfred would answer it anyway.

"Yup."

"Good, now clear our stuff back up."

"You sound like Mom when you say that." Alfred moaned as he began to (Reluctantly) clear up the clothes.

"Is that a bad thing?"

There was a pause.

"No, I guess not." Alfred backed over to the door, "Hey, Mattie, do you think that Francis and Artie would agree to writing a diary?"

Matthew looked over hopelessly at Alfred, he sighed, whatever answer he gave Alfred would take a yes anyway.

"Sure, whatever."

"Thanks!"

I've decided to keep a diary of what goes on in my family, just to have as a keepsake of my time here when we're all grown up. Although, I think Alfred has stolen my idea and is about to pass it on to everyone. I also kept this though, so I could write in it things I can't tell anyone else. If the other three do this too, how many secrets are we going to be keeping from eachother?