Cold afternoons spent warm in front of the fire with his family- these were the times that Alfred loved most.

His father, Arthur, sat to one side of him, sipping tea. His uncle, Francis, sat on the chair beside the couch, every so often checking to be sure his hair was still perfect.

And his brother, Matthew, a shy, young boy sitting next to Alfred, drinking (like Alfred) hot chocolate.

"Feet off the table, Alfred!" Arthur suddenly said.

Alfred looked guiltily down at his feet and moved them off said table.

"Aw, come on, Arthur!" Francis chuckled. "Let the kid relax!"

Arthur glared at the older man.

Alfred shrank back. The only reason they hung out was because of him and Matthew.

Arthur had adopted Alfred, then his archenemy/neighbor adopted Matthew.

Alfred and Matthew had been thrilled. They supposed they'd never see each other again.

Even though Alfred called Francis 'uncle', Arthur would never admit that the man was part of the family, even when Alfred begged him to be nice to Francis.

Francis had adopted Alfred's brother, after all.

"He's my son!" Arthur was yelling. "I think I will decided what he can and can't do!"

Yep. Alfred loved these cold afternoons.

Even though they usually ended in arguments.


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