*Time skip: August 2, 2018*

"Whatcha reading Al?" Matthew had just gotten home from work. He and his brother still lived in the house they had built together on their shared border. Upon hearing his brother's voice so close behind him, Alfred hid the book under him, "Nothing". Now Matthew's curiosity was peaked. "Right, i'm going to make dinner. Does pancakes sound alright?" Matthews voice was nothing but pure innocence so Alfred followed him into the kitchen, the book left forgotten. They talked as they worked, changing topics almost as often as every pancake was done. They talked of work, video games, new trends on Instagram, they talked of everything and anything except for that book. Yet it was still on Matthew's mind, what could Alfred be hiding from him? The question never truly left his mind, not while they were eating, not while they cleaned up, not while getting ready for bed, not even when he was trying to go to sleep. At about one in the morning he couldn't take it anymore. Sneaking down the hall, past Al's room, Matthew made his way to the living room. The book lay on the couch, still where Alfred had left it. Matthew started with the first entry…

"Mattie where are you! There you are, why are you sleeping on the couch? What are you readi.." Alfred's voice trailed off as Matthew finally was starting to to wake up. He had fallen asleep while reading Alfred's journal. The one he had started at the beginning of his revolution and had eventually used all of the pages in. There were a few spots where the pages skipped a year or so, but that was so like Alfred to only write down the important things. Matthew had fallen asleep on the same page that Alfred had been reading yesterday. The July 4th entry when Matthew had come to see Alfred even if it was dangerous. That day had lead to the building of the house they lived in now. Matthew had been touched that his brother thought so highly of him to include him in his journal. In fact there were quite a few entries that mentioned Matthew by name. The sentiment i that alone brought a smile to Matthew's face, America on the other hand had fled the living room and locked himself in his room. Oh well, it was going to be fun getting him out of there this time.

A/N: This story took forever to finish writing, it wasn't even supposed to follow this plot line. The story truly did just write itself.

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