Matthew's POV

I was really only supposed to stay in America for a few months, but things just never seem to go as planned for me. This all started when my dad decided to go out partying with his friends. The three of them weren't exactly a trustworthy group. My mom said back in high school they were called the bad touch trio. So obviously my mom tried to convince him to not go, that he should start being more responsible. I mean he did have two sons. This lead to my mom releasing the demon sleeping inside of her. I've heard them fight plenty of times, but never like this.

I remember how mad mom sounded. I was sitting in the kitchen, eating her so called "dinner" with Alfred (my brother). When things started to get a little violent, Alfred took me upstairs to our room. I could still hear them arguing from in there. I was crying, Though I didn't know why.

After about an hour, and a gallon worth of tears later, my mom came into our room and told us that things were going to be a little different from now on. Not much changed until they were officially divorced. Me and my dad moved out, to Canada specifically. Since I was only seven, I didn't understand what was happening, and I wasn't bothered by any of this. All I knew was that i was going to live somewhere new, and I wouldn't be seeing Alfred or Mom for a while.

The closest I got to seeing the two of them was from seeing the christmas cards they sent every year. They were like those cousins you've met like once, but for some reason you still get Christmas cards from.

I loved living with my dad. There was never any drama, he was a great cook, and gave me a great childhood. The only thing I could complain about was how often I had to stay home alone. At first it was absolutely terrifying, but i soon got used to it. So used to it that I started to enjoy being alone better than with others. I was never a very social person, unlike what I heard about my brother. I had a few friend from my hockey team, but I was never that close with them.

After a few years of living here, my life became very routine and repetitive. Tuesday through Saturday I would have to prepare dinner while dad went to work. He found an amazing job, but he's always working. We've grown kind of distant. But that didn't faze me. It was like I was just sitting back watching life pass me by. For seven years I lived this way, until one phone call changed my life.

Arthur, who I can no longer bring to call her mom, called dad saying he wanted to see me again. I was listening to their conversation from the other side of the kitchen wall.

"Uh...Hey" I could hear Arthur say due to being on speaker phone.

"Hi Arthur. It's been awhile hasn't it" He let out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, well I didn't call to just dilly dally."

"Then why have you called. Oh I got it, You miss having my wonderful presence in your life."

"Not in a million years, wanker. I've called because I miss my son..." he was cut off.

"Our." Francis corrected.

"Our son, I want to see him again. I has been, what 8 years."

"Seven years and three months."

That was when I heard footsteps coming my way, so I quietly ran upstair back to my room. "I don't want to see them" I thought out loud. "How am I supposed to talk to them like everything was normal. Nothing was normal about this. These aren't problems normal kids are supposed to have. I decided to go to bed before I got too worked up by this.

-THE NEXT MORNING-

I was woken by dad vigorously shaking me.

"OH thank god, I was starting to think you'd never wake up. When did you become such a heavy sleeper"

"Why are you waking me up so early." I said rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

'Well I hate to bring this upon you so suddenly, but you're going to be staying with you mom and brother for a while"

I flinched as he spoke. "When am I going." My voice had a hint of terror in it.

"You have a flight at 3:00." I looked over at the clock. It read 9:37

"what!" I yelled in a hushed tone due to me still being half asleep. Though my voice isn't all that loud when i'm fully awake either. I rolled out of bed, going over to my closet to get a suitcase from to shelf in it.

(time skip 3:00)

Dad drove me to the airport, we were definitely not going to drive to california.

"Do you remember how to get to the house.:

"Yes dad."

"OK don't forget to call"

"I won't"

"Every night"

"Every night." I said reassuring him.

"Now come here and give you father one last hug before you go." He said with his arms spread wide, signaling Mathiew to come to him.

I awkwardly hugged him back.

"Oh Mattie, Mon cher."

I pulled away and waved goodbye as I walked off.

(another time skip)

After I got off the plane, I called a cab and drove to the house I never thought I would see again.

As I got closer to my destination, Terror rode inside of me. What if they don't like who I am any more. I would have to spend a few months with people who hate me. WAIT I totally forgot about school. I'm going to have to go to school here. I started to become more and more panicked. I'm terrible at talking to new people. Oh great we're here.

The house looked just like I remembered it, except for the basketball hoop and garden...And is that a pool. Wow I guess it's not as similar as I thought-

Before I could finish my thought, I was tackled to the ground.

'MATTIE"

Once I gathered my thoughts and realized what happened I replied.

"Alfred?"

"DUDE YOU GROW SO MUCH" he said while getting off of you.

"I could say the same to you."

"COME ON I"M GOING TO SHOW YOU EVERYTHING THAT'S CHANGED SINCE YOU'VE LEFT."

"Alfred stop scaring the boy" Arthur said while walking out of the house. "Hello Matthew, it's good to see you again."

"Y-You too Arthur"

He seemed a little taken aback by me calling him Arthur instead of mom.

"LET'S GO MATTIE" I was being pulled away by him before i could even think to reply. "I'M GOING TO INTRODUCE YOU TO ALL MY FRIENDS,FIRST STOP _'S HOUSE"

A/N

Hello, I hope this wasn't too terrible. And to clear some things up The mom is England, the dad is France and the brother is America. Also I don't know how to write in a french accent so just imagine Francis is talking with one. I don't know exactly when i can update next, but i'll try to make it soon. Well I hope you enjoy

~Laura