"Mat,"
"Mat,"
"Mattie,"
"Mattie,"
"Mathew,"
"Are you dead?"
"No I'm not dead Alfred, leave me alone. I don't feel good." The Canadian rolled over in his bed, his back now
facing his brother. "Dude, you've been in bed all day."
"it's because I'm sick dumbass, what do think I'm gonna do while I'm sick. Do jumping jacks or play hockey?" Alfred flinched not used to his brother snapping him like that. "S-Sorry, I didn't think that it would make you angry." Alfred sighed feeling the tears roll down his cheeks and gulped stuttering. "Arthur was right, I should think more before I act." He turned and left the room so his brother wouldn't see him cry.
"Alfred wait," He slowly got up followed his brother and grabbed his wrist. "I'm sorry Al, I didn't mean to yell at you."
"It's fine, I-I got in a fight with Arthur today." Mathew forced a smile trying to be sympathetic for him. "You don't have to listen to him, your perfect they way you are." Alfred smiled bringing his younger into a hug smiling. "Thanks bro, "
"No problem,"