Woooo, this was painful to write.

The Gargoyle Alchemist: Thank you! And to the PruCan question...I don't know! I'm thinking of making them best bros kinda but more than just hanging out. To keep it simple, there relationship might be strictly platonic but hard to tell? Maybe there might not be any love for Canada at all! We just don't know, hehe.

Leave some potential Canada pairings in the reviews maybe? I really don't know. Shipping confuses me. Wait no, I'll just make a poll on my page for it.

"So, what happened?"

I stood in the kitchen with my brother, his black eye and bloody nose were also present . I don't know how I did both with one punch, but I know I'm proud of it. My brother is leaning on the island, holding a frozen stake up to his eye and tissues up his nose. I stay back, leaning against the wall while still laughing at the situation.

"Okay so it happened like this, I found Matt in the ally by that book old store that he worked at during the summer, yea? So I was like, "Hey, Bro!" But he didn't hear me for some reason and started walking faster, so I was like, "What the hell dude?" And "BAM" He was freakin' sprintin' down the alley. So I was like "Damn" I started running too, to catch up to him, so I put my hand on his shoulder and "WAPAA" He punched me in the nose! Can you believe it?"

"No. I don't. Alfred, if you got in a fight in school, you could have just told me." My mom said slightly annoyed. She turned around and took a chicken out of the oven. "Grounded for lying, three weeks"

"What? No! That's totally unfair!"

"That's justice you little snot. Don't blame things on your brother!" She muttered in a dry tone. "Look at him, hes just bones!" She picked up my arm while hissing at Alfred. The whole thing was pretty hilarious. "Now dish up, we have corn, chicken, and potatoes. You also have a choice of water or the blood of your enemies."

"Fine" Alfred groaned. I quickly made my plate and went into the living room. It's six o'clock and dark out. The Television played Spongebob as my brother enter the room with my mother still scolding him. He and sat across from me with a pouty face plastered on. He snarled as he stabbed his chicken with his fork. Our mom slapped him upside the head.

I finish eating and put my plate in the sink, then I retreat to my room. My room is covered in my favorite (AKA the best) Hockey players ever. Sergei Fedorov, Bernie Geoffrion, Wayne Gretzky, Bobby Orr, you know them, right? In France I was always playing Hockey, It was fun! I think there might be a Hockey team at the school, now that I think about it.

I fall on my bed, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Today was okay. Not amazing, but not bad either. Better than middle school. It should be a law never to talk about middle school. You just don't do that.

I only have one lamp on, and my curtains are drawn. My room is on the perfect balance of, "Not bright enough to keep you up, but dark enough to let you doze" But that doesn't make sense, does it? Oops.

I don't even bother to change out of my clothes, I just fall asleep in my hoodie and jeans.

I don't sleep for long.

I hear a crash from down stairs, I jump.

I hear an "Oh shit!" I assume its Alfred, trying to get a snack, despite putting himself on a diet. I mutter a bit and grumble a little bit more, then I get up to go down stairs. Just to make sure he's okay, you can never be too sure, right?

I open my bedroom door and walk down the stairs. I was right, It was Al. Expect I didn't expect all the glass around him. The whole kitchens aura changed, I swear, the temperature went down one hundred degrees.

"I just tried to get a glass of water, then it just shattered." His voice was low. "Again, and again." He sat in the middle of the kitchen, glass surrounded him, it was in piles. His hands were red, any trace of skin was not there. His eyes were wide open, His breathing was fast and loud.

I don't care what happened right now. I just need to make sure he's okay.

"Come on, let me help you clean up,okay?" My voice squeaked, I hate to admit it, but I feel slightly scared with the image I'm forced to see. It's like a train wreck.

"I might hurt you"

"Trust me Al, I'm not weak, haha"

"You don't understand, Mattie" He ordered. His voice was right above a whisper with a venomous tone.

"We can talk more about it later, I'm worried about your cuts"

"Listen to me!" His voiced went over a yell, it made my ears ring.

"I am!" Roared right back.

Silence covered the room.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Four minutes.

Five minutes.

"I guess I got too serious about it? Haha..." The beginning of his sentence was cheery, but went back to its previous state fast.

"Come on. We can clean up later." I offered my hand, he took it. I lead him to the upstairs bathroom. I turned on the faucet and grabbed the first towel I saw, and tossed it to Alfred. "I'm going to get mom, okay? It's amazing how she already hasn't woken up"

"No, please"

"What?"

"Trust me, I don't want mom to get into this."

"Alfred-"

"Please keep this a secret."

"I-"

"Promise"

"I..." I looked down, how could I do that? This is something serious, no doubt. But... "Fine, but you're the one who has to buy new glasses"

"Thank bro, man you're so badass!" He said with his over energetic voice as his eyes light back up. "Just like Robin! No, you're like the Alfred Pennyworth to my Bruce Wayne! Yeah!"

"Thanks Al..." I started wiping off the blood on his hands as he goes on his little speech. His knuckles are still bleeding. I sigh and open the medicine cabinet. I dab some alcohol on the other side of the towel and put in on the scars. Alfred shrieks.

"What the hell? Maybe a warning first?" I smirk, and Al sees.

"Sorry, I just thought batman would be able to stand a little sting"

"Dude you are so sassy today"

OoOoOoh, what's going on with Alfred?

Sorry about slow updates, by the way. I'm just lazy and dyslexic.