Hey guys! Sorry for not updating sooner! Anyways... It's Canada Day tomorrow and the first thing I thought of was Mattie! Also, yes I'm Canadian as well. Happy Canada Day Mattie and everyone else! Enjoy chapter 4!

Mon pauvre bras! Alfred can punch hard. Stupid American. He also keeps flipping through the pictures so quickly. I want to take the time to look at and talk about them. Francis thought.

"WAIT!" he yelled

Alfred was about to turn the page when I yelled wait and slapped his hand away.

"WHAT BRO?!"

Alfred and Francis started arguing.

Arthur and Mattie jumped a little from the two yelling at each other.

They looked at each other and decided to put an end to this.

"EH! STOP YELLING EH!"

"Yes, stop yelling at each other you bloody gits. This is supposed to be a relaxing family get-together."

Francis glared at Alfred.

"Sorry. It-it's just... you need to stop going through the picture so quickly. I want to look at and enjoy the pictures, like this one. This was the day I found Mattieu. It was the worst and best day of my life." A frustrated Francis said.

"Sorry bro"

The picture was of Matthew in his white dress beside Francis while holding hands. Matthew must have been around 3 years old to be so small.

Francis stared at the picture while smiling and began to lean on Arthur's shoulder. He eventually doze off into a flashback.

Francis's POV

Today has been the worst day of my life. I didn't sleep last night. It was just one of those nights where you just keep tossing and turning.

I was really grouchy today due to the lack of sleep which caused me to get fired from my job.

A woman complained about her soup saying that it was cold when it was served to her and that it was the most disgusting thing she's ever tasted. I came out and explained to her that that's how it's made and tastes. She said I was being rude and complained to the manager. I was just so frustrated that I yelled at both the manager and the customer which got me fired.

What bothers me most is that she smiled once I was fired.

She was so lucky I didn't go all French revolution on her butt.

After I was fired from my job of being a chef, I tripped walking to my car on the pavement and a tiny woodchip from the garden was sticking up and impaled my right leg.

I drove to the hospital as quick as possible.

I limped into hospital and a woman grabbed a wheelchair and brought me in to a room.

A doctor came in and removed the woodchip. He then gave me stitches and wrapped it up.

I drove home and changed out of my work uniform and into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

Since I was pretty pissed about today, so I decided to go on a walk though a field that was by my house.

As I was walking, I saw something... something blonde and what looked like a curl.

"Is that... a child?"

I ran up to it.

It was a child.

I couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl because it wore a dress and had long hair but had a boyish face. I'm gonna guess it's a girl but to be safe, lets refer to it as a it."

It looked up at me with its beady purple eyes. I instantly fell in love with it.

It looked sad. I picked it up and WOW... was it ever light. It was so skinny and looked tired. It must have been terrified when I picked it up because it was fidgeting a lot and tried to get out of my arms. It looked like he has been outside for days.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I assured it.

"Where are your parents mon petit?"

I looked around; I didn't see anyone else nearby.

It started to cry... a lot.

"Have you been alone all this time?"

It nodded.

"Don't worry. I'll take you to my house. Give you food and a roof to sleep under. I'll take care of you and raise you as my little brother. I wiped his tears from his eyes and carried it to my house.

I cooked dinner for the two of us while it watched a movie on Netflix.

When I was done, I came out to serve dinner for the two of us.

It looked unsure whether to eat it or not.

"Go ahead, eat. You must be starving."

It took the fork and twisted it in between the pasta I made and brought it to its mouth.

It gave me another look. I just smiled at it. It finally took the first bite and swallowed.

It started to stuff its face as I started to eat as well.

"So... what's your name?"

"Name?"

"I guess you don't have one, do you?"

" No"

"Well, what would you like to be called?"

"I don't know."

"Are you a boy or girl?"

"Boy."

"How about... Matthieu?"

"Okay!"

"How old are you?"

"3."

"Birthday?"

"July 1st... I think"

"That's tomorrow!"

"Really?"

"Oui!We have to have a little party for you tomorrow then"

He smiled.

He soon finished his pasta and so did I.

"Would you like more pasta?"

He shook his head.

I quickly ran to get my camera. We held hands as I took a picture.

After, I picked him up and carried him to the bathroom upstairs and gave him a quick bath. I changed him into one of my old shirts that shrunk in the wash. I carried him to a spare bedroom and placed him on the bed.

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Oui,you can"

I carried him to my room and sat down on the bed then laid him under the blanket and tucked him in.

I was about to go and change when Matthew asked me;

"What can I call you?"

"Well my name is Francis but, you can call me papa if you'd like mon cher."

"Papa" he repeated."Okay, I like it." He said cheerfully.

It was the first time I saw him smile. I was glad that he was happy now.

I finally changed into my pajamas and lay down next to him. He was already asleep.

I kissed his forehead and looked down at him. He was so tiny. He was also smiling in his sleep. He looked so peaceful and happy.

At that moment, I knew that he would change my life forever. It was a big responsibility but I was willing to take it. He made the worst day the best and, encouraged me to be a responsible guardian and get a new job to support the both of us. I love you and I promise that I'll protect and care for you… forever.

End of Flashback

FRANCIS! GET YOUR BLOODY CHIN OFF MY SHOULDER! IT BLOODY HURTS!

Arthur shoved Francis off his shoulder and slapped his face.

"OW! Calm your face anger issues!" Exclaimed Francis.

That earned him another slap.

"Stop hitting me!"

Arthur kept hitting Francis, Francis was trying to defend himself, Mattie was trying to cover Francis and push Arthur off the couch while Alfred just flipped through the pages of the album and found a special picture. This was a memory that he would never forget.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know it's a little longer than the others but it has to be my fave by far! I enjoyed writing it. Anyways, Happy Canada Day. Bye!