Yes, I could update before I went to sleep. Chapter eight is all typed, but five won't be entered till chapter nine is about half way done. I know, I know, I can't stop righting this, and the weather is perfect for a story like this as well. It's getting good.

I disown everything.

Weeks had past, and Alfred figured he was doing good. He talked more, and it felt good, he had warmed up, obviously seeing Arthur had no intentions or clue as to who he was. To Arthur he was still Alfred Johnson, not Alfred F. Jones. Things were going good, sure Arthur still dragged him places against he will, and he was kicking and screaming not to go on the inside, but he didn't want Arthur mad at him. It wasn't like he hadn't meet new people, or he wasn't making a life in this new Kingdom.

Feliciano Vargas was a younger nobleman, just a year older then Alfred, and he was always clinging to another, stricter nobleman, Ludwig. Feliciano had been living with a man named Roderich Edelstien, another nobleman, but had no choice but to let him go. Ludwig was the younger brother of Gilbert Willschmidt, a man who had a thing for fighting, he was more knight then nobleman. Either way they both seemed to like him, or put up with him, he did the same sometimes.

Feliciano had a thing with pasta and as well as Lugwig, who sometimes showed signs of the same affection. They seemed to be childhood friends, so they easily put up with each other. It had taken Alfred a coupled of meetings and run ins with the two before had could somewhat be himself. He felt somewhat normal with them, though Ludwig wasn't afraid to lay down some by the book rule for Alfred.

Alfred still found himself thinking of Matthew, it was only natural for him to worry about his younger twin like cousin. Alfred knew he was usually out done, or forgotten, sometimes thought to be him by his own friends. Alfred felt for him, Matthew was all around a nice guy who should get better, but there was little Alfred could do.

"My brother said Francis had taken some one in too." Feliciano said one afternoon. He was talking about his brother at the time, his older brother who lived with Antonio, who Alfred still had to meet, as well was Francis. "They had some white bear thing."

Alfred stopped; usually he didn't listen to Feliciano's rambling much, mostly because it didn't take long for the subject to change to pasta. However he was talking with Ludwig and Alfred about his brother and usually then things stayed on subject.

"A white bear thing?" Ludwig asked, and Feliciano nodded, Alfred had come to realize they didn't have very many Polar Bears in Europa.

"He said he was rather soft spoken—" Feliciano managed before Alfred cut in.

"Did your brother get his name?!" He asked sharply, causing both Ludwig and Feliciano to look at him like he was crazy. Feliciano looked up in thought, like the sky would have his answer.

"I don't think he did."

Alfred's hopes sunk slightly; there was a slight chance of Mathew here, in Europa. That and his outburst had caused Ludwig and Feliciano to look at him strange, almost like he was crazy. Alfred excused himself quickly before anything else could happen.

Matthew liked Francis, and he was more then happy to do whatever the man wanted him too. Francis seemed to like him as well, and after seeing his love life, Matthew could almost understand why. Though Francis could never actually replace his father, he was turning into a rather good uncle who took him in. Sure he teased Matthew and flustered him a bit, but it wasn't something Matthew could easily put up with.

Francis gave him a rather nice education; it almost matched the one had he had at home. He was taught French, which he knew some from before. Sometimes the two would only talk in French, and Matthew didn't mind. He found he was rather handy with it, like Alfred was with Spanish from time to time.

Kumajiruo was still himself, and Francis didn't mind him. He asked questions from time to time, and Matthew would answer them to the best of his ability to lie. Most were question that lead to where Matthew had been born, and there was one thing Matthew had learned about Francis was he liked to talk. In fact he wouldn't let the while Americana thing drop so easily, and Matthew was really watching his lying skills.

"Ah, there you are Matthew." He heard Francis's voice in his doorway. Matthew turned to look at the older blonde. "I'm having a guest come tomorrow, and we have a somewhat love hate relationship, just to warn you." Matthew nodded.

Arthur had to go looking for Alfred, Feliciano had told him he had acted weird before leaving, asking about the supposed boy Francis had took in. That had been the reason Francis invited him over, to most likely rub it in his face he had some one to care for, like Arthur didn't. He had his younger brother Peter, who he was rather distant from. But he did take him after their parents had passed away from a disease that had almost taken him as well.

Peter and him were never really like most brothers were, Arthur paid him little heed, unless it was need, and even then sometimes he didn't bother. The boy wanted attention, his parents had spoiled him at home, Peter was loud, big hearted, which wasn't horrible, but he was small, he could never get anything done, much less be a higher, more powerful nobleman then Arthur.

However much to his annoyance, Peter was really the only person Alfred seemed to talk to, like talk to talk to. Sure Alfred had talked to him before, and the held out some good conversations, but Peter had somehow pried enough to cause Alfred to yell at him about how hard life can be. Peter had just about left him alone after that, going to bother Arthur, who now had to go and find Alfred.

Arthur would never admit, but he was worried. Something told him Alfred wasn't this bottled up, much less quiet. And with the possibility of him being from the Americana Kingdom, bothered him as well. Arthur assured himself he was some servant in the castle, but what if…what if he wasn't? So many possibilities for a sixteen year old who had almost been run over.

Arthur sighed as he reached his gardens, which was for any creature that needed a home, magical ones mainly. Sure Arthur was laughed at for believing to see them, but he didn't mind, they were real. The garden was the last place Peter had seen him, most likely the place he had stormed off to. Arthur didn't have time for this; he had things to do, like see Francis.

He found Alfred standing in the mist of his garden, staring rather blankly. Arthur of course snapped him out of that quickly, no words were exchanged, Arthur just grabbed him and pulled him off. He snapped at his carriage people, before he felt a light tap on his shoulder, a rather timid Alfred was there knocking.

"Where are we going?" He asked, Arthur was glad he was becoming more and more curious.

"I'm going to see Francis, an acquaintance of mine." Arthur snapped, holding a finger up. Alfred's blue eyes almost flickered with him, and he looked like he was choking on his stomach. "You are going to see the person he took under his guardianship." Alfred had become rather unreadable.

Alfred remained hard to read the whole ride to Francis's house. He looked like he wasn't trying to get his hopes to high, will at the same time shooting them sky high. Arthur didn't know why, but it seemed to remind him of when Alfred and him first crossed paths. Alfred had seemed rather worried about something. What, Arthur didn't know, and it was something he needed to know.

Alfred gulped looking up at the huge castle like mansion of the other nobleman. It looked like Arthur's, big and a light palish shade of some color. However this house looked like it was made of roses more then brinks and stones. There were statues of cupids and just about anything that meant love, or sexual tension it seemed. Alfred's hope wavered a bit, personally if he ended up here, he would have ran, no matter what.

Arthur dragged him along, mutter and grunting about Francis. Alfred knew they just about hated each other, so why was he even bothering to come. They entered and the servants scurried of to find their master, as well as not displease the already angered Arthur Kirkland. A laugh came, it seemed some what smooth and relaxed, as well as flirty and teasing. Something sounded in French, or that's what Alfred figured it was. Arthur grumbled.

"He can speak bloody English." Arthur grumbled, a sight pink tint, Alfred had no clue what was going on. Arthur went of in some direction, and Alfred followed, obviously not seeing the possible Matthew around.

"It's good to see you again Arthur, you haven't changed much!" A man with long lustrous blonde hair, who suddenly appeared at took Arthur's waist, said. "Not a single change at all."

Arthur whacked him off, Alfred simply watched, getting the idea of why Arthur hated him so much. "Keep you're bloody hand's to yourself!"

"You're so mean." The man said dramatically. Finally Alfred was noticed. "Who's this?" Arthur looked like he was about to open his mouth when the man started talking again. "Arthur…you really should take shame on yourself—"

"Get you're mind out of bloody, fucking, gutter, Francis!" Arthur snapped sharply, before collecting himself and speaking again. "This is Alfred Johnson; I took him in after he was nearly run over by my carriage." Alfred smiled weakly.

Francis blinked at him, before yelling something in French; someone was obviously startled in the other room. There was a clumsy thud of things falling, and a quicker scurry to pick them up. Eventually they came out, and Alfred felt it become hard to breathe again. He wanted to run over and hug the younger boy who was looking at him, pale, like he had seen some ghost.

Arthur was blinking at Matthew, who was felt relief wash over him. He wasn't choking like Alfred, or looking like he was. He was fighting the urge was well to run over and hug his cousin, the one who he hoped hadn't suffered from a different faith.

"Arthur…Alfred, this is Matthew Willcons." Francis informed, Alfred cringed at the closeness to his real last name. "I found him sleeping in my garden; with his…what do you call that thing again?"

"Polar bear." Matthew, as well as Alfred informed, Arthur turned to him sharply. Francis merely looked between the two but though nothing of it.

"Alfred, do you know him?" Arthur questioned, and Alfred swallowed. Yes of course he knew him, they grew up together, they were blood brothers, he was the last member of his family. It wasn't like he could deny it either, Matthew and him were like twins, they looked related.

"He's my cousin." Alfred choked, hoping Matthew's story was close to his, if not the same, but knowing Matthew, something was going to have to be explained.

I'm so evilly good ain't I? See Matthew and Alfred got back together some what, and it only gets better form here on out. And now you are all wondering what's going to happen next, good think that way.

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