Matthew arrived at his front door step at around 8 pm. He dreaded the moment he opened the wooden 'deathtrap' in front of him. Eventually after some calming deep breaths he built up the courage to walk in. He held his breath for what was going to happen next. The teen heard his family yell… Nothing. There was no yelling? No worried expressions in his personal bubble. That couldn't be good.

"Hey guys?!" Matthew called out. The call went unanswered. He drew the gun from his waist band shoving the money he was still holding into his pocket. "Helloo? Anyone home?" He tried once more. Getting no answer, he walked throughout the house checking rooms and halls. Nothing. Well this was odd, not to mention concerning.

Matthew walked into the kitchen to find a piece of paper carefully placed on the counter. He picked up the scrap and read the loopy writing printed neatly on it.

It read: Mathieu, if you are reading this you have arrived home before us. We were worried about you, Mon Cher. We went to Gilbert's house to get you. We'll be back in a few minutes.

-Love, Papa.

Matthew sighed in relief. Then chocked on his breath back in. They went to get him?! Crap. This was going to end absolutely horribly; the teen could feel it in his gut. That's when the door opened and after a minute slammed shut. Matthew having trained himself not to jump at sudden shocks a long time ago calmly turned towards the offending noise. Until he remembered who had most likely created the slam. In response Matthew made a strained noise at the back of his throat, shoving his gun back into his waistband.

His family bustled into the kitchen and stared at the boy who was standing in front of them like a deer caught in the headlights. The reaction was instant.

"Matthew, lad, we were all so bloody worried!"

"Mon fils, where were you!?"

"Yo, Mattie what the hell, broha!? We looked for you everywhere, man."

Matthew stood there trying to understand their jumbled words because after all, this was his family. No one takes turns speaking in his family. He understood the gist of it and formulated a reply.

"Sorry, guys. Gilbert and I lost track of time and then when I left I stopped at Timmies for a donut, because why not? And then I decided to take the long way home because it was nice outside." He answered smiling gently. The small expression dimmed slightly when his family looked at him with disbelief. That's when Arthur stepped forward.

"Matthew… Are you a drug dealer?" He asked bluntly, sharp emerald eyes radiating severe honesty. Said teen spluttered for a few minutes.

"W-WHAT!? How could you even think that? Actually, I already knew that you suspected." He mumbled the last part to himself but Arthur heard. His thick eyebrows furrowed.

"How do you know that we suspected that, lad?" Matthew's violet eyes flickered over to Alfred and then back to his dad. He shrugged. Arthur rolled his eyes. "Alfred, would you please stop listening in on Francis' and my conversations!"

"Stop being so loud in the sack then!" Alfred proclaimed laughing obnoxiously at the way their father's face turn a lovely shade of blood red. As Arthur went off about how Alfred's mannerisms were atrocious, Francis focused back on his oldest son.

"Mathieu, please speak to us. We are très inquiet about you." The long haired man said, crystal blue eyes shining in concern. The teen looked at his feet and considered just revealing everything right now but then he remembered the contract for tomorrow. It's almost a given that as soon as his parents find out about his 'occupation' they would force him to quit. No, he couldn't. The contract was signed and the money was set. Matthew couldn't back out now, not even if he wanted to.

The teen was shaken out of his thoughts at the sounds of silence. It was deafening. He looked up from his shoes to see his family members staring at him in expectation. He smiled gently.

"There is no need to worry about me, guys. Trust me, I can handle myself." Matthew told them. They all sighed in disappointment causing Matthew to feel quite bad. He gave a sigh himself before trudging out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He slammed the door shut. This was so much easier before. Why did they have to start suspecting him the night before his biggest mission yet?

Matthew shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked over to his closet throwing the door open. He reached into the very back of the storage and grabbed a large metal suitcase. Placing it on his bed he unlatched the locks before lifting the lid off revealing a layer of wigs. He tugged at the first layer sliding it back to reveal a layer of accessories and random packages of gun shells here and there. The blonde double checked everything and made sure he had his disguise planned out.

The teen decided he would leave early tomorrow and stick around Vancouver scoping around the convention centre until the social. At that time he would dawn his false ensemble and accomplish what needed to be accomplished. He nodded to himself making sure he had his 'hockey' bag and his briefcase. He took the eight-hundred thousand out of his pocket and shoved five hundred dollars into his wallet and emptied the leather folder of all family pictures and ID cards except for his false drivers license. He stored the rest of the money, cards, and pictures in the secret compartment in his computer desk.

When he made sure everything was prepared he wrote out a quick note, set his alarm clock and fell asleep.

We're almost there, people! What will happen? Only time will tell! So, you guys are really great. Your favs/follows/reviews make me so freaking happy and welcomed!

Anyway, so I decided to throw some light angst in the next chapter. Just prepare yourself.

Juliria: I am so glad that you like it! Matthew is fun when he is OOC, right? I am going to update a chapter daily around the afternoon, my time, because it's after my classes end. :D

Translations:

Mon fils = my son

Très inquiet = very worried