Arthur Kirkland was helping his 13 year old brother with his english homework when the doorbell rang.

"What now?" he exclaimed in frustration. Peter was NOT being very helpful. At ALL.

"I'll get it, Arthur!" Peter said, jumping to his feet before Arthur could react.

Alfred stood by Ludwig while Feliciano waited in the car with the creepy Prussian. They had arrived at about 7:00 PM. Alfred was surprised at how big

the house was. It wasn't as big as his house back home, but it was still rather large and it had a large yard and a apple tree.

"? Are ya sure they's 'xpectin' me?" Alfred asked, still using that strange accent.

"I called and notified them this afternoon." Ludwig replied.

Then the door flew open, and a blond kid in a sailor suit was standing there.

"May I help you?" The kid asked cheerfully.

"Is Arthur Kirkland around?" The blond lawyer asked the kid.

"ARTIE! IT'S FOR YOU!" The kid yelled into the house.

Arthur groaned as he got up to talk to whoever it was at the bloody door. As he turned the corner into the hallway, he groaned again. It was his

Father's Lawyer, Ludwig. Nothing good ever came the German's bloody presence.

"What do you want?" The British man asked rudely. then he noticed the kid next to the German.

He was only a few years older than Peter, and he was injured. But the most recognizable thing were the kids eyes. They were the same shade as his

and Peter's father.

"Who are you?" He asked the teen. Alfred jumped. He hadn't been expecting the question.

"Alfred Jones, sir..." He replied softly.

"Son of Donald Jones?" Arthur asked. He had never met his father's American kid. But Matthew Williams, His father's Canadian boy, had been living

with them for a while.

"Yeah. How did you know?" Alfred asked.

"Word gets around. Come in, Peter, make some tea for Alfred please." Arthur said. "Ludwig, come to the den with me." he finished, escorting the

German down the hall.

Peter dragged Alfred down the hall to the dining room. "So, you're the golden child?" Peter asked good-naturedly while serving Alfred his tea.

"What do you mean by that?" Alfred asked. This kid was really... Annoying...

"Well, I've lived with Artie since my mother died, and father hasn't visited since her funeral. Mattie's been living here for a little over 4 years,

cause his mom can't take care of him. Mentally unstable, ya know? He hasn't seen dad since his 10th birthday.

But You've had both parents for your whole life. You must be the favorite."

"Wait... How many kids does my dad have?" Alfred asked, slightly pissed, but MAJOR-LY confused.

"Four. There's me, then you, Matthew, and finally Peter." The eldest said upon entering the room suddenly, which caused Alfred to jump about 10 feet.

Then an earsplitting shriek was heard from up the stairs, followed by the sound of somebody running.

A blond boy, barely younger than Alfred, came flying down the stairs screaming something about a spider? At least, that's what Alfred could make out.

Arthur went up the stairs, sighing as though this happened every day. Suddenly, they heard Arthur yelp in shock. hen they heard what sounded like

someone killing the floor with a shovel for the fireplace. After a minute or two of that, Arthur came back.

"I don't blame you for being scared of that one Matthew. By the way, this is Alfred." He said patting Al's shoulder... the injured one.

"GAH! OW FUCK!" Alfred yelled, clutching the shirt over the wound. (A/N: NO HE DID NOT GET PAINKILLERS. owie owie.)

"Oh! Sorry, I forgot!" Arthur apologized sincerely.

"Alfred... As in Alfred Jones Alfred?" Mattie asked, recognition in his eyes.

"yup, the missing brother." Arthur said.

"The golden child." Peter added.

"The American." Mattie muttered.

"Well, sorry for being born." Alfred muttered darkly.

"Don't be. Dad's the one who couldn't keep it in his pants." The other siblings said in unison.

'Great. my parents die, I'm shipped to a different country, and I wish I could meet James Bond! He's an awesome hero! Like Spiderman! Wait, what

was I thinking about again?' He thought.

"Hey, Alfie, what do you want for dinner?" Pete asked.

"HAMBURGERS!" came the instant reply.

"Um okay? American night came early this week." Arthur said.

After dinner, Arthur showed Alfred to his new room. Alfie gazed sadly about, obviously missing his old room.

"Sorry that it's so empty Alfred. We'll make it more like home tomorrow." Arthur promised.

Arthur helped the boy into a pair of Mattie's pajamas. They fit perfectly. After helping the kid into bed, Arthur habitually tucked Alfred in.

As he was about to turn off the light and leave, Alfie spoke up.

"Arthur?"

"Yes, Alfred?"

"Do you hate Dad?"

Arthur froze. He hadn't been expecting that one. He had no clue how to answer, so he tried putting the truth into words.

"Not exactly." He finally said. "Father is definatly not my favorite person in the world, but I don't hate him. I just... I guess I didn't know him

that well. And certainly not enough to hate him.

"Now get your rest. you have another day to live through tomorrow." Arthur finished. "Good night."

"Good night." Alfred said with a yawn. With that Arthur turned the light off and shut the door as he moved to the next brother's room.

Peter was reading a sailing magazine when Arthur entered. The boy looked up at his elder brother.

"Do you think Alfred will get used to his new life?" Peter asked.

"It'll take a while for him to stop hurting and accept it. But it'll get easier for him. He has us to help him through it. And besides,

that's how life works anyway.

"Now put the book away and go to sleep, Petey. Good night."

As he turned out the light and closed the door, he heard peter reply with "Good night."

He checked on Matthew, who was already laying down and tucked in, and waiting for Arthur to turn out the light.

"Bonne nuit." Matthew said sleepily. "Pauvre garçon. J'espère qu'il va aller mieux bientôt."

"What? You know i don't speak french." Arthur said, slightly irritated.

"I said: Poor boy. I hope he gets better soon." Mattie said. "Bonne nuit."

"Good night, Matthew." Arthur said with a smile, tuning out the light and closing the door.

He tripped down the hall on the way to his room, but he caught himself. To morrow, he had to get his brothers to school, sign Alfred up for school,

get to work, change Alfred's room so that its more of a room than a cell, etc.

The list went on and on as he got into pajamas.

As he turned off the over head light, he was really glad that he finished grading papers earlier. Right now, he just needed sleep.

Something big was gonna happen soon and he was going to need his rest. he could feel it in his bones.

Arthur just rolled over and turned off his bedside lamp.

The next thing he knew, he was out.

AUTHOR NOTES!

I know this came out early. i was so excited from getting 2 reveiws in just a couple of days. my others took a whole week at the soonest!

So, to The Fujoshi, and TheImmortalLegendaryPhoenix, thank you. hopefully, this chapter will not dissapoint you!

TRANSLATIONS!

sorry, there none this chapter.