"Hey Mattie" Alfred murmured, gazing at the stars above their head, squirming against the house shingles at his back.
Matthew hummed in response to his younger twin's whisper against the crickets chirping in the background of their father's small French country side home. The frogs croaked lazily in the summer heat, creating that soothing music from younger days.
"Do you think I'll be able to go to the moon?" Alfred's hand, the one not curled around his brother's own, stretched toward the endless twinkling stars closing in on the air. "I know NASA doesn't go anymore, but will they let me go?"
His brother hummed once again, thoughtful in his response, "Maybe Alfie, but it's not likely. You know this as I know I can't actually live on just maple syrup."
The light laugh sparking within the cool breeze caused Matthew to smile contently. Once Alfred absorbed the music sounds of a peaceful night, he began again, "Matt, will we always be this close?"
"Why of course-" Matthew began worriedly, his brother was the optimistic one between the two of them. What could've sparked this question?
"But Matt," Alfred began solemn and with the wisdom he saved for Matt's eyes and ears only, "I know you want to go to school in Canada. It's practically your fate to go there, but I'm going to the States. We'll grow without one another and will we have our twin connection after all that?"
"Alfred," Matthew breathed, sighing at his brother's worries, "we'll always have this connection. You know that while we are seniors, and going to across the ocean to study, we'll always have each other. You know we'll plan our schools of choice as close as possible to each other. Papa and Dad will frown at the distance, before ultimately buying a house in between our colleges."
"But Matt," Alfred whined, insecure at the mere thought at being away from his other half.
Matthew bumped their foreheads together, effectively silencing his brother's half formed illogical worries. He looked into the lighter eyes that otherwise matched his own, and allowed a wistful smile at Alfred's total loving- but oh so scared to be apart- personality. "We'll be fine. You'll be fine, I'm sure with your charisma you'll make fast friends."
Alfred curled into his brother's side, closed his eyes to the familiar scent of Matthew. "I'm not so sure."
Matthew's arm curled around his brother, "Hush, you. You'll be fine. You're practically American now and we live in London half the time!"
Alfred hummed in slight discontent, but his brother was warm and the crickets were singing him to sleep, so he didn't push it. Instead his arms circled his brother's waist, and his head rested under Matthew's chin. Alfred felt the chuckle rumble through his brother at his childish actions, but Matthew nuzzled his hair and planted a kiss to let him slink to sleep.
Their parents found them like that on the roof the next morning, cooing over the cute sight. Francis snapped photos of their boys, while Arthur lamented that they might get sick and thank goodness it didn't rain.