"Alfred, I don't even want to start on you, yet, so you can sit here and listen to me yell at your brother!" The Brit had been come home early in the morning with his son from the hospital. Nothing happened to the American, but he did have a major hang over. It looked like the Frenchman was going to tell his partner to stop yelling and calm down but stopped midway and gave his sons a sympathetic look. "Matthew, why were you driving around town so late?"

It was true. After his father and brother left for the hospital and his other father went back to bed, he went out. He took his father's car and drove around town, he just needed the fresh air. He didn't know how long he had been out, but when the sun started rising, he turned around and headed home. He was a little too late, his father's car was in the drive way, and when he walked in he immediately got yelled at. He had worried everyone. After a breath test, to make sure he hadn't been drinking, he was sent to bed.

"How am I supposed to trust you with a car if you wander out in the middle of the night?"

"Wait, he was going to get a car?-"

"Young man, if you don't want me to start on, I suggest you shut up." He turned back to the younger twin.

"I'm sorry, I just needed to get out for a bit." Matthew said sheepishly.

"Did Allistor let you do that?"

"I never did. I'm sorry."

His French father patted his other father on the shoulder. "Alright. Just go upstairs and get some sleep or something."

Matthew started walking up the stairs but stalled as much as possible, he wanted to hear the speech that his father was going to give his brother, but his father talked in such a voice it was impossible to hear what his father was saying.

But in the end the Canadian just went up to his room. He lied there for what seemed like forever. He decided to text back everyone.

"Sorry I haven't texted back. I'm fine. Alfred had to go to the hospital last night, nothing major. It's all okay. I really miss you guys." He sent it to Allistor, Ingrid, Sal and Ducan.

Again Matthew was conflicted. He was missing Scotland. He didn't know why it had just randomly happened now, it just did. And he longed for Allistor to be there with him.

Just as the thought of his uncle popped into his head, Matthew received a text from the Scot. "Are you sure your okay? Call me any time. Nothing has changed here."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

That's when he was called down stairs for lunch.

"So can I go to Gilbert's?"

"I guess, as long as you promise to behave."

"I will."

Alfred was grounded for the next month and couldn't go out unless with someone. And he blamed Matthew for it. The Canadian already felt guilty about ratting out his brother, even though it was the right thing to do. His fathers were proud that his son knew what to do in an emergency.

The American had slept off the hangover and then he just wandered around the house in a bad mood.

Matthew was packing for the sleepover, when his twin walked into his room.

"Why?"He didn't need to ask what he was referring to, he already knew.

"I was worried about you, and I refuse to feel guilty for getting you in trouble." His voice didn't shake even though he did feel guilt.

With that said Alfred left, still in a bad mood.

Gilbert picked him up and drove him and Ivan back to his house. The ride was filled with the albino talking about everything that they would do. Which was mostl drink beer, and play video games. "Hey, Matt, what you drink? We can pick up something if you want."

After thinking about it, Matthew decided he wasn't going to drink, he knew it was wrong, and he saw it before him when Alfred came home drunk. "Nothing. I don't drink."

When the trio pulled up in front of Gilbert's and his younger brother's house, they got out, excited.

They sat in front of the television, the Prussian sat in a bean bag chair, while Matthew and Ivan sat on the couch. The Russian had a bottle of vodka, and Gilbert had a beer. "So how's the family?" Asked Gilbert.

"Alfred was is in the hospital. But other than that, good."

"Why was he in the hospital?- Wait! I gotta take a leak." He got up and ran to the bathroom.

Matthew and Ivan were left alone. "So what happened to Alfred?" The Russian asked, not even looking up from his vodka.

"He-um-he drank to much alcohol... They- my fathers- took him to the hospital."

"He's alright though?"

"Yeah. He's just pissed at me."

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know." It was the first time that the Canadian had been honest. It felt nice to let someone know what he truly felt.

Ivan was about to ask another question but then the albino walked back into the room, still zipping up his pants. "So why was Alfred in the hos-? Why are you crying?"

Until that moment Matthew didn't know he was crying. "I'm be back." He said, rushing off to the bathroom.

Alfred was pecking down stairs from the landing. He had heard someone come in and it sure wasn't Matthew. He was growing curious, so he stepped downstairs, determined to find out who it was.

"Dad?" He said, walking into the sitting room. His father looked up at him but there was also someone else. For a second he didn't know who it was, and then it clicked, it was Allistor, his uncle.

"You're grounded get back to you-" the Brit started saying, but was kicked in the side.

"Let the lad be. So what if he's grounded, his in the house ain't he?"

The younger of the brother rolled his eyes, but allowed Alfred to sit with them.

"So, Alfred, anything new with you?" The Scot asked.

He went to answer with some boring stuff about school but his father spoke for him. "He's drinking. I bet he gets it from you."

"Now Artie, ye've had yer fair share of drinks under age."

The brother's went to argue but the teen asked; "Does Matthew know you're here, because I'm sure he wouldn't have gone to his friend's if he knew you were here."

"It's a surprise. An' let the lad have fun at his friends. Ye should be too, but yer father is a stick in the mud. Always has been, always will. But don't let that get ye down!" Now Alfred was wishing he was the one that ran away to Scotland. But then again, Alfred didn't have a reason to at the moment. But now he did.

"I'm going to go make us some snacks." Announced the Frenchman.

"I'll make tea." Said his partner. And the two left and went to the kitchen.

"Lad, how have ye been?"

"Okay, other than being forced to live with that one." He didn't need to gesture for the red head to know he meant his British father. "Matthew was lucky getting away when he could."

"Well that's what we were going tae talk about. What Matthew is going to do once summer is over."

"Do I get a say?" The Scot went to answer but the American was outraged enough. "Through this whole thing, I never got one say. My twin, my only brother, my best friend, leaves to live in another country, away from me. Does anyone know how hard this is for me? I don't think anyone cares. Yeah, we did ignore him a bit too much. But now he's turning his back on us. Is that really fair?!" His voice had raised so much that his fathers ran into the living room. By now Alfred was on his feet. "You know what? I'm done." And with that he stormed out. His father yelled after him about being grounded but he wouldn't take it anymore. He was up to his neck in stress about his younger brother, and now, all this stuff.