A/N: I just wanted to apologize if it seem like Arthur and Alfred's relationship seems rushed. I got some complaints on livejournal about it so I just wanted to apologize ahead of time. Thank you.

"I'm home!" Matthew exclaimed, opening the backdoor.

Arthur, who had been fast asleep on the couch with Alfred still on his lap quickly jolted awake. He shoved Alfred off of him and onto the carpet.

"Jesus Christ, Arthur! What was that for?!" Alfred whined as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Oh, put a sock in it Alfred!" Arthur snapped, trying to act normal as Matthew turned the corner. "Hullo Matthew, how was school?"

Oh, that's why, Alfred frowned.

"Alfred, what are you doing on the floor?" Matthew asked as he stood beside Arthur.

"I kind of rolled off the couch."

Why'd you even move me? It's not like we were doing anything wrong. The blue eyed man pouted, getting off the ground and stretching his arms.

"O…Okay." Matthew said, accepting the stupid excuse as Arthur rolled his eyes. "Ah, Alfred, I don't have any homework today! Will you play with me outside, please?" The young child begged with his big lilac eyes.

Nobody could possibly say no to that face. Even Arthur felt himself wanting to say yes.

"Is that okay with you, Artie?"

The green eyed angel scowled. "It's perfectly fine, just don't call me that ever again" He ran a hand through his sandy blond hair.

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"Ah, it's so nice outside today," The older blond grinned, his hair being thrashed about by the breeze once he opened the glass sliding door.

Matthew had already pushed past the taller men and dashed out into the small garden, shouting something about how the flowers he had planted were finally growing. A smile couldn't help but creep onto his pale pink lips.

He had decided that if he would've had a child while he was alive, that he would've wanted him to be like Matthew.

Alfred stood beside Arthur, sliding an arm nonchalantly around the creature's waist and began to lead him over to the huge tree in the center of the backyard. This only resulted in a flustered Arthur.

"I can walk, Alfred! I'm bleeding fine!"

"Stop being such a big baby, Arthur." The blue eyed man said with a frown as he leaned Arthur against the tree. The green eyed angel decided not to push his luck.

Alfred heaved a sigh and ruffled the shorter man's hair playfully. "Wait here, I'm gonna grab some drinks. You thirsty?"

"I'm fine." Arthur said stubbornly, keeping his eyes on Matthew, who at the moment was chasing after a couple of birds and sifting through flowers. He squeezed his eyes shut when the boy had fallen over and landed slowly on his side. Clumsy little bugger, he was.

With a smile Alfred shook his head and jogged over to help his brother up.

The creature rubbed his throat. He was parched. But being the obstinate person he was, he wouldn't say so, of course. It was just in his nature. Instead, he watched as Alfred chased Matthew around playfully. It made his heart expand with a warm feeling.

He was jealous.

The angel wished he could've had that kind of family; someone to wake up to in the morning, somebody to hold and talk to you every day, somebody to fight and cry with. But maybe, just maybe, he could pretend to be apart of this family. Maybe then, he'd be happy, even if it was for a little while.

Arthur was pulled out of his thoughts when a soda can was shoved in his face.

"Coca-cola?"

Green eyes met blue.

"T-Thanks," Arthur mumbled as he opened the can. Alfred, again, stood beside him like before.

"I'm not thirsty," Arthur said sternly. "I told you I wasn't."

Alfred only smiled. "I know. But you were lying. So I got you one anyway."

The green eyed angel stared at his feet, sipping his drink. He had been caught red-handed.

The two stood in silence for awhile as they watched Matthew run around the backyard, blissfully unaware of the awkward aura the two were emitting. Setting his drink down by their feet, Alfred leaned against the tree, his hand landing on top of another small hand—this producing a blushing angel.

Alfred intertwined his fingers with Arthur's, not even tearing his eyes off of Matthew for a moment.

Arthur—who by now was a beet red color—stared up at the blond man.

You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?

Alfred glanced down at the hot-cheeked creature and smiled.

You're changing everything.

He gave Arthur's hand a gentle squeeze and kissed his pale forehead. "Pancake. You had some in your hair." The blue eyed man grinned from ear to ear, leaving the angel in a sputtering mess.

"Arthur! Alfred! Come play with me!" Matthew shouted in his soft voice, running toward the older men.

The two exchanged a glance and a smile.

"Okay, okay we're coming," Alfred laughed, tugging Arthur along with him.

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"He's dead asleep," Matthew giggled, hovering over his older brother. Once they had all walked inside, Alfred had staggered over to the couch and fell asleep again.

Arthur chuckled.

"I guess we really took a lot out of him." Matthew said with a yawn of his own.

"You should get some rest."

"But, Ar—"

"No buts." Arthur scolded. "Up the stairs now, Matthew."

Matthew frowned but his lips quickly replaced it with his usual scattered smile. "Love you, Arthur," he said quietly, giving him a hug around his waist before running up to his room.

Arthur could feel his cheeks burn.

"Did Mattie go upstairs?" Alfred croaked, his voice rimmed with sleep.

The green eyed angel jumped up slightly. He really needed to stop doing that. "Yeah, he did."

The golden blond reached out for Arthur's hand again. Comfort, that's all it is, he assured himself as dainty, pure white fingers tangled around course, and calloused tanned ones.

Arthur pulled Alfred's hand into his lap and ran his slender fingers along it. "You shouldn't push yourself so hard. If you're tired you should just say so."

"I'm all Mattie's got." Alfred frowned, gazing up at the angel beside him under half-lidded eyes. "And I'm going to give him 110% of myself."

You're ridiculous.

"If I'm tired, I get over it and play with him."

How can you do that to yourself?

"If I'm sick, I play it off and keep him happy."

You'll run yourself over the edge.

"Even if I was on my deathbed, I'd spend my final hours just trying to make him smile."

You're inhuman.

Arthur leaned over, silencing Alfred with a gentle kiss. "You're an idiot."

"I prefer the term hero," Alfred said with a sleepy smile as he started to drift off into a slumber.

"You'll kill yourself."

"…I know."