Alfred woke up to the sound of an alarm clock ringing loudly. Smashing his hand on the button, he woke up to see the snow covered streets. Sighing he got out of bed and put a jacket on because Arthur either neglected to leave any heat on before he left for work again or didn't bother to pay the heat bill again. Walking to the kitchen he passed the same familiar halls of the place he called home for years and passed by a family picture that caught his eye.

It was a picture of him, Matthew, Papa, and Dad when he and his brother were three. They were at the beach that day and Arthur nearly had a heart attack when Francis had a shark fin on his back and was swimming around them when he and Matthew were trying to learn to swim. He chuckled a little and made his way to the kitchen.

Immediately he went to making pancakes for Matthew. As he was cooking he didn't know that Matthew woke up and smelled his cooking. Grabbing a hockey stick and Kumajiro, Matthew traveled down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was about to swing when he saw someone standing at the stove but lowered his guard when it was just Alfred.

"Whoa there Mattie! What up with the hockey stick?" Matthew put the stick on the table and sighed.

"I thought someone came into the house and started cooking or Dad was attempting to cook breakfast again. Where is he and why is the house so cold?" Alfred put the pancakes in front of Matthew who began to eat them after putting a lot of syrup on them.

"I think Dad was okay to go to work today and either he forgot to turn the heat on before leaving or he was too busy getting hammered to pay the heat bill... again." Matthew nodded and continued to eat his pancakes as Alfred got out a bowl of Lucky Charms. The brothers ate until the door opened and storming into the kitchen came Arthur who was fuming mad.

"What's wrong Dad?" The two asked at the same time. Arthur sighed a little and sat down at the table with his sons.

"Boys, I got fired from my job because I came in with a slight hangover again. I don't know what we're going to do, we may actually move into an apartment." Alfred was stunned while Matthew remained quiet. They'd been in this sort of situation before and they've always made it out okay. Matthew hugged his father and kissed his cheek.

"It's going to be okay Dad. We'll make it through, you've always found a way for us to stay here. You can do it again." Arthur scoffed at him a little.

"I don't think I can Matthew. We may actually have to leave this time if I can't find a job."

"Why don't you call Papa? He can help out until you can find another job!" At the mention of his ex, Arthur furiously grabbed Matthew's wrist and looked at him with furious green eyes.

"Don't you ever mention that man in my presence ever again. Understand?" Matthew nodded as he struggled to get out of his grip. Not being able to see his brother in pain Alfred got Arthur's hand off of Mathew's wrist leaving a stunned Englishman and Matthew rubbing his arm.

"Please don't hurt Mattie, he was just suggesting something that could give us a shot at staying in this house. We love it here a lot and we want to stay and he just thought Papa could be nice enough help out and-" Alfred was cut off as Arthur stood up quickly knocking a chair over.

"Alfred, what is the first rule of this house?"

"Never mention Papa."

"Right and why are you mentioning him?"

"Because it's the truth and you have to stop denying the fact that you want Papa back as much as we have for the past nine years! Ever since Papa left, you've been a huge mess losing job after job and having a huge drinking problem. We know that Papa leaving made you sad... you turned cold and heartless and turned into a shitty father, but we still love you and don't want to see you like this anymore."

Arthur moved to slap Alfred but he put his hand down and started to cry. Eventually he fell to his knees crying. Alfred felt a little sorry for the man and moved to put a hand on his father's shoulder but his hand was smacked away.

"You don't know anything! You don't know why your father left, you don't know how this has been making me feel, you don't know how it is to be me! You just don't know so don't fucking go and say you know when you don't!" He yelled at his son.

"You're right, I don't know! But I know what a bitchy drunken broken down mess is when I see one." Alfred shot back as Arthur looked up to glare at him.

"And I know a disrespectfully ungrateful son when I see one!" Arthur said as he walked out of the kitchen and into his room.

He flopped down on the bed and looked at a picture of Francis that for some reason hadn't been turned down after the bloody frog left. Arthur sighed as he put the photo back where it was and turned over.

"I don't need that damn frog. I can take care of those two wankers all by myself." He mumbled to himself. After what that man did, Arthur was never going to forgive him let alone welcome back into the house or his life. Francis practically took his trust and his love then destroyed it like it was nothing.

He picked up his phone but then put it down. No. He's not going to swallow his pride and call that bastard. He started to cry a little until the door opened and quiet footsteps came in and he felt a little weight dipping on the bed and turned around to see Matthew holding his stuffed bear.

"I'm sorry I mentioned him Dad." Was the first thing that came out of Matthew's mouth and Arthur shook his head.

"No no Matthew. While you did break the first rule, you were only making a little suggestion. I shouldn't have grabbed your wrist that hard. Are you okay?" Matthew nodded and hugged his father again. Alfred walked in and looked at his father and brother hugging. He cleared his throat and Arthur sat up and looked at him sternly.

"Is there anything you wanted to say to me Alfred?" They boy nodded and put all his weight on one foot.

"I'm sorry for being disrespectful and rude. You're my father and I shouldn't have been talking to you like that in the first place." Arthur nodded as Alfred joined him, but what Arthur didn't see was the hidden regret in his son's eyes. Alfred didn't want to do this but Mattie had begged him to so he had to.

After the little family moment, Alfred went back to his computer trying to track down Papa again. There has to be at least one Francis Bonnefroy in America, at LEAST one. He was going to find Papa this time. The door opened and Alfred quickly closed the computer and looked up to see Matthew with his stuffed polar bear in hand.

"What were you doing?" He asked as he sat next to his brother.

"Nothing really Mattie, don't worry about it."

"I can tell when you're lying to me Al." Alfred could have cursed himself out because Matthew could tell when anyone was lying. The other blond flipped the laptop up and gasped at what was on the screen.

"You're looking for Papa again? Alfred, you're just gonna fail." Alfred looked at his brother with a questioning look gracing his face. If there was anyone in this household that wanted the Frenchman back home more than anything, it was Matthew.

The first year since Papa left, Matthew had cried his eyes out everyday and even slept in front of the door in case Papa came back and saw him on the floor and carried him back to his room. That always happened, but back then Arthur was always doing that and it broke the other blond's heart every time. For him to just say that... it was unthinkable.

"How can you say that?"

"It's the truth Alfred. Papa is untraceable, you don't know where he really is! He could have gotten a job in another state and moved back to France when he had enough for a plane ticket, enough to pay a moving crew and snagged a job there. Maybe he changed his identity and everything so we wouldn't be able to find him. Maybe he became a drunk like Dad, stopped caring for the family he left behind, became a cold-hearted bastard, he could have forgotten about us entirely, or just killed himself!" By this point, Matthew had been crying. Alfred took his brother into his arms and rubbed his back as he cried.

"Mattie, it's okay. It's going to be okay. I'll be bringing Papa home this Christmas, you'll see." Matthew shook his head more.

"No! It's not going to be okay. Face reality like with a fucking brain and open your fucking eyes Alfred. Papa is NEVER coming back. Ever." The taller brother was surprised. Usually, Matthew never cursed and he was so strong-willed and determined, but he'd lost all hope. Matthew had started to shake when he saw the way Alfred was looking at him.

"What is it?"

"How can you just say that? If there was anyone in this house that loved Papa more than anything it was you! After all those years of carrying that stuffed polar bear around all the time before AND after Papa left, how can you say that?" Matthew clutched Kumajiro to his chest. His brother may be an idiot but sometimes he managed to be right.

"Look, I know that I would never be saying this but it's time to face facts brother. Papa isn't coming back, that traitor turned his back on us. All we have now are our memories of Papa and we just have to live with that. I have to move on and sort of read the atmosphere. You have to do the same thing." With that, Matthew fell silent.

"Why the hell is everyone reading that book but me?"

"It's not a book you moron. It's a saying." The smaller one left the room, leaving his brother sitting there on the bed, confused. Arthur... Alfred's mind seethed with anger.

Alfred ran out of his room to find Arthur who was drinking a bottle of scotch. Before he knew it, his anger got the best of him and he smashed the bottle on the ground and slapped Arthur. The older blond was stunned for a bit and looked at his son who seethed with anger.

"What's wrong Alfred? Look, I know you want me to quit and I promise I'll start working on it tomorrow." Alfred scoffed.

"I could give two shits whether you quit being such a drinker or not, I want to know what the fuck you did to my brother!"

"Watch your language and tone of voice young man!" Arthur shouted.

"Not until you tell me why Mattie said that Papa was a traitor and he turned his back on us! Why did he say that?! Why?" Arthur groaned as he rolled his eyes and rubbed his head.

"Your 'Papa' again? Alfred, you are going to have to accept that fact that he's never coming back again. Why don't we just stop talking about him now, shall we?" Arthur's trying to change the subject, but this is something Alfred won't let fly by this time.

"What did Papa do to deserve your hate Dad? What did he do?" Arthur let out a sigh as he pulled up a chair.

"Papa cheated on me Alfred. I couldn't take it anymore just knowing and I had to kick him out. You have to understand, while he didn't really hurt you and your brother he hurt me and turned his back on us. I didn't want to live with the pain nor did I want you to live with the lie of false love between me and your father." Alfred couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. Papa wouldn't do that. Papa would never have cheated on Dad. He started to heavily breathe and soon tears began to fall out of his eyes and when Arthur reached to hug him, Alfred pushed him away.

"No! You're lying so me and Matthew would have an excuse to never talk about Papa anymore! Don't you care you heartless bastard! Why are you lying?!"

"First off you will watch your tone in this household young man and secondly, it's the truth! I didn't want you two to grow up with a lie! You have to understand! I wanted the best for you!"

"Ha!" Alfred scoffed, "Since when did you want what was best for us? Ever since Papa left you became nothing but a train wreck! You became a heavy drinker, you turned cold and heartless, you practically leave us to fend for ourselves when you leave for work or the bar on the weekends! How does that sound like you wanted what was best for me and my brother! It sounds like a broken mess escaping from two responsibilities he was too busy getting drunk to care for!"

"Go up to your room right now! I will deal with you at a later time, just get the fuck out of my sight!"

Alfred flipped the bird to Arthur before going up the stairs and back to his room which he slammed the door so loudly and with such force it was probably heard from around the world. The Brit muttered a string of swears to himself as he cleaned up the glass. Once he was finished he threw the dust pan to the ground and heavily sighed.

"Matthew, darling, it's okay to come out. I know you're hiding." Matthew came out of the spot he was hiding in and looked down to the floor and away from his father's gaze. Arthur sighed and pulled his son into a hug.

"Were you lying to me when you told why Papa left? Were you just brainwashing me so I would have an excuse to never mention Papa anymore?" Matthew flinched when the word 'Papa' came out of his mouth.

"No sweetheart. In all honesty, I thought you'd react like Alfred. Just because I don't really care for him now, it doesn't mean you should hate him. Now let's stop talking about that man shall we?" Matthew reluctantly nodded against his father's shoulder and was instantly let go. Why? If Papa loved Dad so much then why did he cheat? If he loved me and Alfred so much then how come he never bothered to stay in touch with us? These words wanted to pour out of the boy's mouth so much but they never did. And they never would.

Me: And that's the way chapter 2 ends! I could have added more and ended it better but this was a good way to end it. Anyways... I hope I didn't disappoint! Remember to vote on the poll if you haven't already, follow me on Tumblr for fanfiction updates and random pictures, follow me on Instagram and Twitter and ask me questions on Ask dot fm, my username is the same as my main account on Instagram! Hope to see you next chapter! This is Janae A.K.A. OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D