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Driving back home with Matthew and Francis was awkward to say the least. Matthew was a very quiet child, nevertheless, Francis continued trying to make conversation with Arthur's nephew. Their conversations were usually like this.

"So, how's school for you?" Francis asked Matthew.

"Good." Matthew nodded.

After a while, Francis finally gave up, turning towards the side window, which showed the quickly setting sun. It was quite beautiful, but Arthur had to concentrate on driving. When he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment, Alfred was waiting for him.

He had wiped his face, and his eyes were still puffy, but otherwise, Alfred looked the same. His blond hair waved in the fierce winds, warning them of a thunderstorm to come. Arthur ushered everyone inside, and just as he was about to take Francis home, rain roared and Arthur let him stay over. The arrangements were decided. Francis was on the couch, Matthew was in Alfred's room.

It was five in the morning when everyone woke up to a very loud burst of thunder. Alfred lugged himself out of bed, while Arthur, Francis, and Matthew immediately fell asleep. He got dressed, very quietly, and then snuck out of the front door. 2 hours later, he came back in, looking very, very wet. He took a shower before placing a pot of coffee and waiting for everybody to wake up.

When everyone else woke up, he was smack dab in front of the TV, blankets bunched, breathing deeply in his sleep. Arthur shook his head and picked up the 16 year old, sidling into Alfred's room and placing him on his bed.

"Weird kid." Francis shook his head in agreement.

"He's your brother, isn't he?"

"Well not necessarily..." Arthur trailed off.

Francis looked at him weirdly before firing up the oven. "I think I'm going to cook today, Arthur. For your hospitality." Arthur grinned before leaving to talk to Matthew.

When the ring of "Breakfast! Breakfast!" ran rampant through the house, Alfred woke up and jumped out of bed. He was happy. It was a Saturday, Francis was cooking. It was a good day. Of course, he had his own plans for the day. But it didn't involve Arthur's nephew. Matthew and Alfred looked alike, which was a complete coincident. Alfred was Arthur's half-brother, from a different mother. At least he thought so...

When breakfast was finished, the clanging of pots and plates filled the kitchen. Matthew was quietly watching TV while Francis and Arthur washed the plates. Alfred was playing on the computer with Matthias, who were both grief-filled about their best friend dying. Just yesterday they were talking about which country they would be and now he was dead! Both were quiet in the chatroom, keeping to themselves.

When Alfred had gotten his fill of food and gaming, he stood up, stretched, and waved a goodbye to Arthur, who frowned at him for leaving so much. As he ran down the road, he stopped at his hideout, where he went when he didn't want anyone to find him. Before he could even step inside, everything went black.

Arthur frowned at the clock, waiting at the door. Shouldn't Alfred be home now? He walk over to Alfred's room, but he wasn't in it. Where was Matthew, anyways? Why were both of them missing? Oh god! Arthur fumbled for his phone, but before he could the door slammed.

Alfred woke up surrounded by blood. He froze, listening for footsteps, but finally he sat up and looked around. There was no one there. His heart slammed against his chest as he used a nearby chair to push himself up. His arms hurt like hell, but he stood up using them against the edge of the chair. As he looked around, he noticed he was still in his hideout. So he knew how to get home! Stupid kidnapper. With his arms still tied behind his back, Alfred pushed again the door as hard as he could, again and again, and before long, the door fell and Alfred with it. Groaning, he sat back up.

Was it just his imagination, or were the leaves rustling? He didn't take the chance, and rocketed off to where his apartment was. Which was why he now stood, heaving, dripping blood, and coughing a storm in front of Arthur.

"Arthur..." He groaned before passing from the pain.

Arthur grabbed at his phone and called 911.

"Help!" He screamed. "My little brother is really hurt and he just passed out!"

The whole time, Matthew wasn't there.

Gonna end on a low note there.

Signing out, AutobotCopperShadow

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