It had been a few weeks since Alfred and Matthews little adventure and the two had become almost inseparable. Closer than friends, more like brothers you could say. The rent finally caught up with him and Arthur an Alfred were evicted from their house and onto the streets.
"Just call Francis Artie." Alfred told his brother eating a small bowl of Ramon Noodles. Arthur glared at his brother in disgust. "No way am I begging that frog to give us a place to say, I'll figure something out." The night was quiet and the stars seemed to shine brighter.
After finishing their meal Arthur picked up his and his brother suitcases and headed off to find a place to sleep for the night. What money Arthur did have left just went into their food, he knew they would have to whether it outside. Just as he was about to pitch the tent a chuckle arose from behind them.
"Honhonhon." It laughed. "It's a little late in the season to be camping mon ami' no?" The British man bit his tongue, holding back the urge to punch Francis in his face. "Come to make fun of us frog? You have your bloody home and we don't." The blonde haired Frenchman sighed, shaking his head.
"I know that you hate me. But set things aside for a bit mon ami. Do it for Alfred's sake." Some way some how Francis was able to pursued Arthur into living with him, even if it was just for young Alfred's sake. The years flew by and the boys grew, now both of them around 12 years of age. Many things will happen in this next year, all of them affecting the band of brothers.