Hello there lovely people, as choosen by you. The next chapter~

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The dim forest flew by on either sides of him. He flew through the woods like an bird though the sky. His eyes stinging from the tears, everything had gone blurry now. Turning the woods into misshapen blotches and dark shapes. He rubbed at his eyes as he ran making them sting even more.

"ahh.." He said as he tripped and tumbled down a small cliff in the forest. He pulled himself up and wiped the wet leaves and mud from his face. "Wha.." He squinted. Looking around at the empty trees and took in the smell of wet foliage. His eyes focused on a pair of. "Legs?" He said reaching his hand out.

"Ahhhh…" A scream sounded from a female. "Owen! There is somethin' over here!" The shorthaired, red head walked over to him. "Are you okay," She crouched down and touched is shoulder lightly. Matthieu's head was swimming, the fall had ready knocked the breath out of him, since he hadn't gotten the chance to brace himself when he fell.

He reluctantly answered, "Uh… yeah… I mean yes. I think." The girl laughed, and held out a hand to him. He took hers and rose to his feet. "Th-thank you." He dusted the wet leaves from his knees and stomach the best he could.

"Looks like you were tryin to escape someone. Everything alright?" She asked. The girl had a strong accent; it sounded similar to Arthur's but was definitely different. It had more of a twang to it, or maybe more of a drag. Matthieu turned his head as a taller male, not as tall as himself but taller than the girl, walked over.

"What is it Grace?" He said sounding slightly annoyed. He glanced over, "Another lost tourist?" She nodded. The two looked back to Matt. "Well Gracie here can take you to the train station, I think the next train for London leaves in a few hours…. Or was it a twelve train?"

The girl cut in, "No you were right, hehe it's a three train." She crossed her arms, "And who said you can just offer up my time like that! I have to take a ferry back home, Liam and I have A LOT of work to go thanks to Arthur's stupid planning." She started to grumble about late paperwork. 'Arthur?' Matthieu thought but quickly shook it away telling himself, it was a popular name. She stopped mumbling and looked at Matthieu with a smile, "So Owen can take you."

He sighed, "fine fine." She smiled at him and hugged him. Owen's cheeks going slightly pink. "I guess you can come wait at my house with me until its time to go." He turned to Grace, "And you need to repack your things so… lets go. Bear!" He called out as he started to walk. After he called a few times a golden brown and white Sheppard dog can running. He laughed a patted the dog's head as he walked beside him.

Grace turned to Matt. "Wanna follow us?" She was still wearing a smile, which made Matthieu feel better about trusting them. Then again there wasn't much a human could do to a nation anyways, and it was better then wandering the forest he found himself in.

"Eh sure," He said as he started to walk toward her. "Thank you… again."

"No problem." She laughed.

After a few minutes then arrived at a simple one story home, more like a cottage. The house had obviously been standing there a while. The house was an eggshell white with a large wrap around porch. The home had some stonework, but the bulk of it was wooden. Owen and the dog walked up the steps and entered the home. Grace followed behind, as Matthieu looked at the home in amazement, it was so beautiful. Upon entering the front door something caught his eye.

In the living area, just to the left of the entrance, was a shield. On that shield was the Kirkland family crest. He remembered seeing something with the same image on a tapestry that hung on Arthur's bedroom wall. "Wha?" He looked at the others. "That shield," he pointed at it.

Grace turned and smiled, "Yes?" She hadn't heard what he said only the noise of someone talking. She glanced over to where he was pointing. "hehe Oh that. It's our family crest. I know you are from another country but your family should have one too." She smiled, "most people of European dissent do~"

"I don't think so."

"Hehe of course you do, what's your name?" She asked.

"M-matthieu Williams." He replied back softly. Owen stopped and looked at him.

"Hey kid. Does the name Arthur Kirkland mean anything to you?" Owen asked. Matthieu nodded. He sighed, "Well I'll be damned, Gracie our bloody nephew ran into us." He smiled, "So Matthieu how long were ya going to lead us on? And…." He paused, "More importantly, why were you in such a rush to get away from." He thought about the direction he came from, and put two and two together, "Arthur's place?"

Matthieu's brain was fried, "N-nephew?" Since when did he have an uncle, or… an aunt? 'Wait… Of course Arthur had siblings' He looked at them, "I'm soory but… I don't remember you."

Owen sighed, "I expected that, I mean we only got to see you two twice. Then again back then Arthur and I weren't exactly on speaking terms. I suppose you don't remember meeting Scotty either?" He glanced over at Grace, "Maybe you shouldn't take that ferry home after all." She furrowed her brow and he finished, "Arthur can cry about the paperwork for now. Call Liam." He smiled at Matt, "I'll call Scotty, we've got some catching up to do."

And done~! I'll add more in a few hours.