"Alfred!" The three adults chanted.
An hour ago the American teen had ran out of the house, still angry at the way his family had been functioning, leaving him out of decisions, important decisions. And during his outburst he realized something, that he cared a bit too much for his little brother. With Matthew in Scotland he didn't know if he was being bullied, or abused, or if anything at all was wrong. Yeah, he knew that Matthew was old enough to take care of himself, he did get to Scotland on his own, just fine. And even when was still in England, Alfred really didn't pay much attention to him. But it was the whole thing. He didn't get a single say in where his own twin stayed. He just wanted a little power. He just wanted his voice t be heard.
The only place where no one would bother the blond was their old house.
It was an old abandoned neighborhood, not even drug addicts hung out there. Old really poor old people lived there. But the old house that the Kirkland-Bonnefoy's lived in was still abandoned. There was also still Alfred's and Matthew's tree house was still there. There was vines growing up the side, and the grass in the back yard was longer than it ever had been.
Climbing up the latter Alfred pulled out his phone, checking to see how many missed calls he had. There were 10 missed calls, and one text from Matthew. He checked the text first; "Where are you?! I'm leaving Gilbert's now to come look for you. Please reply."
Debating if he should reply or not, he decided to. "Promise you wont tell."If there ever was someone he could trust it was his younger brother.
"Okay I wont"
"Our old house."
"Why are you there? I'm on my way."
Alfred waited there for his twin, he didn't know what to do in the time. He wanted to cry and let it all out but at the same time he couldn't just cry, not when he was still so full of rage. The American was going to play on his phone, but he wasn't feeling up to it. He was just left to his thoughts.
He didn't know how much time passed but then someone started climbing up the latter. Blond hair pecked up from the hole where people could enter. Next he saw a purple eyes behind rectangular glaces. "Okay, what's wrong?"
"You don't know do you?"
"What?"
The older didn't know if he should tell him or if it was a surprise, but it didn't matter now. "Allistor was here and they were talking about what to do next with you, and you know what? I'm tired of it. I'm tired of hearing about what your going to do next. I don't get a single say! Not one flipping say. I just want my voice to be heard!"
His brother sat down across from him. "Don't think I don't care about you! Cause I stay up all night worrying and wondering about you, all night, every day." They stared at each other, communicating with their twin powers. That was until Matthew broke the silence. "Now can we get out of here?"
"Sure."
Matthew took out his phone sending a quick text to Allistor telling him not to tell his fathers just yet but come pick them up.
They just sat there, not even talking, waiting for the Scot. It was about 5 minutes before red hair popped up from the hole in the tree house. "Okay, laddies, care to tell what's going on?" The twins stared at him, waiting for the other to answer. But neither did so Allistor spoke. "Ye need tae get home so we can talk this out." Alfred opened his mouth to protest but the elder spoke again. "Sitting here is not solving anything. If ye want yer voice tae be heard ye gotta talk, not shut people out."
Alfred was starting to like Allistor more. He was wise and understanding. He seemed like a guy that liked to drink and smoke at the local pub. Never really party just chill. A rebel, and outcast. Got detention every now and then. Honest, hardworking when he wanted to be.
"'Kay." The American said, accepting defeat and followed Allistor out of the tree house, followed by Matthew.
They got back to the house, where everyone sat, a long talk was coming.
The Brit sat down in the chair across from his sons who were sitting on the couch with their uncle, his French partner sat next to him in the other chair. Arthur started the conversation. "Let's get one thing straight; When summer ends, Matthew is going to go back to Scotland. That's that. He is doing really good, I'm not going to take him out of school!"
Alfred sat there in silence. He thought that maybe, just maybe, Matthew would decide to stay with him. He was holding on to the possibility that his brother would stay in England. But the tone in his father's voice told him that there was no way that would happen. He wanted to cry, wanted to breakdown, scream. But he took a breath and held it in.
"Next, Alfred, We need to talk about your drinking, your disobedience, and your running away. You need to behave. Things are going to get tough. Things are going to change. There are things you can't change, and you wont always get your way. But you suffer through it, not by drinking, or disobeying. But by dealing with it. That's life, and it's unfair and cruel and sometimes you don't get a voice or a vote." Arthur said sternly. He spoke with a strong voice, one that said 'I know what I am talking about, I've learned from experience'. His eyes said the same thing.
Allistor got up suddenly, "I have tae go." Arthur shot his brother daggers.
"I'll show you out." The Brit said through gritted teeth. Francis stared sadly at his partner.
Matthew pieced it together, something was going to happen, but he didn't know what was going on, just that it was bad enough that Allistor was having to leave. He wanted nothing of it. "I'm going to go to my room-"
"No. We still have something to talk about. Say goodbye to your uncle." The younger of the brothers had a hand on the other's back.
"Bye!" The twins said in union.
"'ll come back tomorrow and we can go out tae see a movie."
When his father came back they sat again. The air was somber and dread filled. The Frenchman looked near tears. This but the teens on end.
"We have some news. And you may not like it, but this is one of the things where you guys don't have a vote, and it's going to hurt you, but this is how things are going to have to be." Now the Brit was hurt. And it was so clear in his voice that he was dying slowly.
It next words were the worst that Matthew ever heard. It was not exactly a shock when he thought about it, but it was still a stab in the heart.
"Me and your father are splitting up."
Alfred didn't lash out. He just sat there, speechless, and numb to the world. All he did was chock out, "I need to be alone."
"But we're not-"
"I need to be alone." The American repeated. His voice calm, yet depressing.
"I do too." Matthew said, following his brother up the stairs.
Francis had chose to talk with Matthew, he was always closer with his Canadian son. "Mattie?" He knocked on the door.
"Come in." He wanted to say no, tell him to go away, that he wasn't done grieving.
When his dad walked in, he looked just as wrecked as Matthew felt. "I think we need to talk." All the son did was nod. "Okay, I'll start. I love you. I always will. Just me and your dad, don't love each ozher as was we used to. Eet's for the best."
That wasn't a lie, in fact it was obvious. It was the whole reason that Matthew ran away in the first place, he couldn't deal with the fighting. "Was this because I moved to Scotland? Would they still be together if I had stayed?"
"I'm going to move back to France. You are going to go back to Scotland and stay with your uncle."
"Our family is even more broken than ever." The Canadian muttered.
"Yes, but we've always been broken. And some broken things you can't fiz. No matter how hard you try." The father lifted his son's head by putting his finger under the teen's chin. "You're going amazing in Scotland. And you'll continue living there, with your uncle."
"What if I want to go to France with you? I don't get that option, eh?"
"No." Francis kissed his son's forehead. "But you can always call me, and I'll come and visit as often as I can." He got up and started walking out. "It'll all work out."
"Alfred. I know that you're not happy with this decision. But this is how it has to be." Arthur sat on his son's been, in a mess. "Me and you are going to have to start getting along, because now we don't have any other option."
The teen nodded. "Okay."
His father gave him a hug. "I'll try my best. And I'm sorry I haven't been from the beginning..."
Tears were shed as the Brit and American slowly patched up old wounds.
A/N: I cried. I hated myself for doing this, I really do. I'm sorry. Did make things interesting though... I'm so sorry that I haven't been posting in awhile, I've just been so...lazy... I was going to lie and say busy, but you guys deserve the truth.
I'm stuck on how to end this, or when I should end it, I'll be thinking about it. Once my editor catches up, me and him are going to have a mall date and talk about this...