The twins sat quietly in their beds as they listened to what was happening in the living room. They couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but they could hear their father's yelling back and forth at one another. They had gotten into a fight the other day when Arthur had gotten home from work and it seemed that another one had broken out today as well. They weren't exactly sure what had caused them to start fighting, but whatever it was, was definitely not good. They had been going at it ever since the two of them had sent their six year old twins to bed, which had been about twenty minutes ago. And they still hadn't stopped fighting, which concerned the both of them.

"What do you think their fighting about?" Matthew asked as he squeezed his stuffed bear Kumajiro to his chest.

"I dunno. But whatever it is has to be pretty bad." Alfred said back. "Hold on.." He got out of his bed, even though he had always been told to stay in bed after lights out. He went over to the vent that rested near the door and put his ear up to it.

"What're you doing?" Matthew whispered.

"Ssh. I'm trying to hear them." Alfred said back. He knew there was a vent in the living room as well, and since the air conditioning was off, perhaps he could hear them. He managed to make out what they were saying and whispered to Matthew what he heard from the vent.

You always do this! You try to be the victim, when I haven't done anything wrong!

Haven't done anything wrong? I want to spend time with you and the boys. But you never let me or anyone else help you and take the work off of your shoulders.

Oh, so you're going to scold me for working? I'm the one who makes the income in this family! You have no right to be cross with me for something like that!

Arthur you came home late yesterday and today, and were too tired to play with the boys. How do you think that makes them feel?

Well excuse me for doing my part in this family, unlike some people!

Excuse me?!

Alfred didn't get to hear anything more after that, as the air conditioner kicked in and blew a soft gust of air into his face. The whir of the conditioner muffled the rest of the conversation, so he was forced to get up and go back to his bed. "Their really mad at each other.." Matthew said quietly, concern etching his features.

"I guess so." Alfred responded. "They got into a fight yesterday too remember? Right at the dinner table. It was over kinda fast though. But not this fight I guess." He sighed. "Why don't they just make up?" He asked.

"I don't think it's that easy." Matthew said. He was the more reasonable twin, and he knew that adult arguments weren't always so easy to resolve.

"What do you mean?" Alfred said. "You and me fight all the time. But we still get over it. We don't fight forever."

"But Alfred..."

"I know! Whenever you and me fight, Papa and Dad come and stop us. They make us stop fighting and help us make up. So maybe we just have to help them stop fighting." Alfred suggested with a smile. Alfred the optimistic twin. He didn't like it when people fought or cry. So he was always quick to stop an argument or dry his brothers tears.

"We can't do that." Matthew said. "We fight about kid problems. But they're fighting about grown-up problems. We don't know how to fix grown-up problems." He could hear Alfred huff but then he didn't say anything more for a moment.

"So..you think they'll be able to fix it by themselves then? Because they're grown-ups?" Alfred asked.

"I dunno." Matthew sighed. "But..if it's a really big argument then they might break up."

"What? What do you mean break up?" Alfred asked.

"Well you know how Feliciano from our class only has a papa?" Matthew reminded him, Alfred's eyes getting wider and wider with every word. "That's because his mama and papa fought too much. So his mama left his papa. So he only has his papa. If our dads keep on fighting, then they might-"

"No they won't!" Alfred interrupted, standing up on his bed. "Papa and dad love each other! They wouldn't leave each other just because of a fight!"

"But they might. Feli didn't think his parents would break up either. But they did."

"You're lying!" Alfred accused. "You're being a liar!"

"Why would I lie about that? I think they might break up. Because they fight too much."

"Well you and me fight! But I'm not gonna stop being your brother!" Alfred yelled. He didn't hear that the argument downstairs has lulled at the sound of Alfred's shouting. "They just need to make up right?"

"You're wrong!" Matthew countered, also starting to get worked up. "If they break up, they might be happier. Because then they wouldn't fight anymore. And they would be happy again. So maybe it's better that they do break up." Alfred was fuming. How could he say something like that? Alfred hopped off of his bed, his pillow clutched in his hands. He didn't hear the sound of someone coming up the straits or down the hall. He stormed up to Matthew's bed. "Stop it! Go away Alfred!" Matthew yelled at him. But Alfred played no mind.

As the door to their bedroom opened, Alfred swung the pillow like one would swing a bat, and slammed it into his brother, hitting him with it as hard as he could and knocking him off of the bed.

"Alfred F Jones! Just what do you think you are doing!" Alfred heard, just as his brother burst into tears. He froze and slowly turned his head. Arthur stood in the doorway. And he was not happy. Alfred turned all the way around to face his father as he hid the pillow behind his back.

"N-nothing dad." Alfred lied as he swayed on his feet.

"That didn't look like nothing young man. Why did you hit your brother like that?" As he waited for an answer, Francis entered the room.

"What has happened? Why is Matthew crying?" He asked. "Matthew? Come here petite." Francis said as he got down on his knee and held out his arms. Matthew jumped to his feet and ran into Francis's arms, dropping Kumajiro onto the ground as he did. Alfred watched with a sullen pout.

"You never answered my question. Why did you hit him?" Arthur asked as he tapped his foot. Alfred debated whether or not to answer for a moment. But tears formed in his blue eyes and he spoke.

"Matthew's lying!" Alfred said as he stomped his foot.

"No I'm n-not!" Matthew hiccups from Francis's shoulder. Francis shushed him, needing to hear what Alfred had to say.

"He said that you two were going to break up! Because you two fight too much! But that's not true! You guys wouldn't b-break up because your fighting right? Because you love each other right?" Alfred asked as tears ran down his face and his shoulders shook. "B-b-because you need to stay together. Because I don't wanna loose my papa or my daddy!" He cried as he burst into tears, surprising both parents, and making Matthew cry harder. Francis and Arthur exchanged a similar look of astonishment.

Arthur knelt down in front of his crying son and gently began to wipe the tears from Alfred's cheeks. "Of course we aren't going to break up chap." Arthur assured him. "We do fight sometimes, but we do still love each other. With all our hearts." Alfred's eyes turned to the floor. It was obvious that he didn't believe him. "Think about it like this. You and me sometimes get into fights don't we?" He asked. Alfred nodded. "Well you still love me right?"

"Of course I do.." Alfred sniffed.

"And I still love you. You see? Just because we don't always agree or get along, that doesn't mean that I love you any less. I still love your papa, even though we may fight sometimes. It won't ever make any difference. Do you understand?" Alfred nodded as he rubbed at his eyes. "Good boy. Now come here." He encouraged as he held out his arms. Alfred quickly ran into them and began crying into Arthur's shoulder.

"Ssh it's okay little one. Everything is going to be okay." Arthur assured him, rubbing the small boy's back. "I'm sorry for fighting and yelling. It must have scared you two so much." Alfred nodded.

"Well we cannot promise that we will always get along." Francis continued. "But I can promise that will try our best. Okay? Can you two forgive us?" He asked.

"I forgive you papa.." Matthew said softly, pulling his face out of his shoulder to look at Francis. "And you too daddy."

"Me too." Alfred said with a nod.

"Thank you so much boys." Arthur chuckled. He looked to Alfred and said, "But I think you have someone you need to apologize to as well." Alfred nodded and removed himself from Arthur's hold. He went over to Matthew who was also standing on the ground again.

"I'm sorry for hitting you Matthew." He said as he embraced his brother. "I was really mad and I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay." Matthew said as he hugged him back. "I forgive you."

"That was very nice of you two." Arthur chuckled. "Now back to bed the both of you." He said, which got him a groan from Alfred.

"You guys won't fight anymore tonight right?" Matthew asked.

"Yea! You guys have to say sorry too first!" Alfred insisted. The two parents looked at each other, a bit amused. They stood up straight and faced each other, biting back smiles.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you Arthur." Francis chuckled, pulling Arthur into a hug and kissing his lips.

"I forgive you." Arthur responded. The twins began clapping, more then relieved that their parents had made up. "Alright then. Back to bed the both of you." Arthur instructed.

"Yes dad!" The twins chimed, hurrying back to their beds. Francis and Arthur tucked them in, kissed them good-night, and left the room. It was silent after that for a few moments.

"Psst. Matthew."

"Hm?"

"I told you we could fix it.."

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