Alfred sighed. He wasn't ready for this type of responsibility, he didn't like it. But he loved his brother enough to deal with it. He wished that he had one day to shut off, just relax, but he worked so much he couldn't. He had no idea what he was going to do. "Oi, leave me alone" came a shrill voice from across the bar. Alfred looked up to see a young, British man. He had short blonde hair and the strangest eye brows. A large brute man was there pinning him to the wall. "Don't be like that, let's have a little Fun" he cooed to him. The British man struggled. 'Why…why am I doing this' thought Alfred as he stood and walked over to them. "Hey! You, the oversized man with shit for brains" Called Alfred.

The man looked at him. "You talking to me pipsqueak" he replied. Alfred cracked his neck "I rather not fight in the bar Heracules doesn't really like that, but if you don't put the man down, then I might have to do it""this, this man" Said the large idiot; he then slammed the British man against the wall, very hard. Alfred snapped for an unknown reason and went after the man punching him hard, his fist impacting with the others cheek. He then brought his foot around to kick the man's stomach, then his lower legs. The large oversized men feel to the ground. "get out….before I get really angry' Alfred growled, the man crawled out whimpering.

"Hey you okay" He turned to the British man, the man looked to be knocked out and Alfred sighed. He picked up the man and left the bar setting him in his car. "Couldn't you have stayed awake long enough to tell me where you live at least dude" complained Alfred. He then seat belted him in.

~Time Skip~Arthur sat up and pressed his fingers slightly into his temple. His head hurt badly. He then noticed his surroundings, where was he? Alfred walked in and looked at him."Oh you're awake" he said glancing at him. He was wearing pajama pants and that was it. Arthur blushed looking at the other."Why, why am I here" he said."You got knocked out; I didn't know where you lived so I brought you here. Are you hungry, there food on the table" He answered. Arthur looked to the there was pancakes eggs and bacon and a happy little boy eating his, there was only one other pate with food on it."Where is your plate" he asked, standing slowly.

"I….already ate" lied Alfred, Arthur looked at him able to tell a lie from the truth. But he sighed and walked over to the table and sat down.

"Hello, mister my names Mathew, are you big brother Alfred's new friends" Asked Mathew smiling. Arthur was about to say something then stopped, Alfred was looking at him."Yes, I am my name is Arthur, pleasure to meet you Mathew" He replied with a smile.

Arthur took a small bite of the pancakes his eyes then grew wide. "t-these are delicious" he said. Alfred sat down and grinned.

"Thanks, I learned from my…"he stopped talking there a stared out the window, Mathew grew quiet while eating. The silence was familiar to the British man. He looked up at the two. Taking another bite of the pancakes he then started to talk."I never knew my father, he ran out on me and my brothers when we were little, of course my brothers each had different fathers, mine left to war and never came back, but he left each of us something to remember him by. Our mother died, when I was about four" and that was all he said. Mathew looked at him with his big thoughtful eyes.

Alfred smiled. 'This guy, he's …cool'

"Big Brother" whined Mathew" do you have to go to work today I want to spend the day with you". Alfred sighed, he wished he could stay with his brother on Sunday, but he needed to find a way to make money and he also had to drop off Arthur.

"I'm sorry Bro I have to go out and make money" he replied.

"b-but…you never do anything with me your always so busy" there was a touch of anger in his soft voice, he ran off towards his room. Tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Couldn't you take the day off" asked Arthur.

"No….I need the money badly" he replied. He then got on his jacket.

"Come one we need to take you back home where do you live" Arthur told him his address and got on his shoes. The left the house and went to the car. Toris was already going up to the house and went inside, as they drove away.

"Who was that" Asked Arthur, almost worriedly.

"Friend of mine he watches Mathew" Replied Alfred, he didn't seem to be there, he was staring off into the distance. The rest of the ride was in silence.

"Stop here" said Arthur "this is my house.

"What, that's your house" gasped Alfred, staring up at the mansion.

"Yes, our family makes toys" he replied "we get a lot of money"

They pulled into the drive way and the door flew open, a man older then Arthur burst out angrily and stormed over to the car.

"You leathcheann where were you all night acting like a bastaird damnaigh" the man was clearly Scottish. 'What language is he speaking stared Alfred, they both were outside of the car staring as the man came closer.

"Quiet speaking Irish, that's Liam's job" retorted Arthur

"Ill speak whatever I want, or would you rather me say everything in English" he said getting to him and sizing the other up. Alfred got a good look at the other, very red hair, heavy accent, muscular, more greenish eyes, and smelled like alcohol and cigarettes.

"Whose this then" asked the man.

"This Ian is my friend, Alfred" Repeated Arthur to his older brother. Two other boys were now standing at the door, one speaking Irish, the other Welsh, there were talking to each other. Alfred picked up every few words.

"Hey guys we shouldn't really fight" said the one speaking who was Irish, now English. Obviously he was Irish, and he must be the one called Liam. The other one nodded.

"Yeah besides with the guest, I could cook him something" Said the one speaking who was Welsh. Alfred's stomach betrayed him at the words cook, and his stomach growled.

"See the lads hungry" smiled Liam and threw his arm over Alfred's shoulder. 'I can make him my potatoes"

"No" Arthur replied quickly, and then he sighed and grabbed Alfred away. "Dylan if you want you can make him something"

Liam pouted.

Ah! Alfred, look at the mess you've gotten yourself in, in a house with Scotland, a very nasty person. Ireland the fun airhead that we all love. And Wales, the only one that can cook and is smart and fun. Throw England in there and fights break out. Leathcheann according to Google translate means idiot and Bastaird damnaigh means damn bastard. There you go another chapter, poor Mathew he shouldn't cry.