Alfred got home and instantly ran upstairs so he could tell Matthew what happened at school. He was on his way to his room when he heard a sobbing noise and thought it might've been Matthew crying but, it was really Dad crying. He thought about going in and seeing what was wrong but just went to his room anyways. When he got there he saw Matthew on the bed absently staring out the window. An inaudible sigh escaped his lips as he sat on his own bed.

"Was Dad crying like that when he got home or what?" Alfred asked and Matthew knew what he meant. Arthur was sobbing loudly and when that happens, he's most likely been depressed or was drinking then turned into one of those drunks who cries when he/she gets drunk. Matthew sat up and hugged Kumajiro more.

"He got home and talked about how he think he failed the job interview and then he talked about how he doesn't know what to do if he didn't get the job. That led me to mentioning Papa again. Unlike last time, he didn't do anything. He just looked at me and then shook his head saying Papa wouldn't help out a drunken mess like him and then ran up to his room and cried." He explained as he touched his wrist inside his hoodie. When Arthur wasn't looking he went back downstairs and took a knife to cut himself with. The blond cut himself for making Dad cry by mentioning Papa. Alfred noticed and cocked his head to the right.

"Is your wrist okay?" His brother looked up and then hid his hand behind his back so that Alfred wouldn't see some of the blood from the wound.

"Yea. It just got a little itchy, that's all."

That statement sounded like a lie and made Alfred want to say something and call his brother's bullshit but he didn't want to. Besides, he still had to question Dad about that call during dinner last night. He thought it might have been Papa but when they argued the day Francis left, both of them sounded really pissed off at each other so he didn't get his hopes up or anything.

"Alfred, did you hear me?" Alfred was brought out of his thoughts when Matthew called his name. He must have been daydreaming if Matthew was asking if he heard him or not.

"What did you say?"

"Typical." Matthew muttered under his breath, "I asked what happened at school today and if you picked up my homework." Alfred fished in his book bag and took out Matthew's homework.

"You didn't miss too much today." Alfred said with a sigh which obviously meant something since he sighed like that.

"What happened? Did you get to talk to Feliciano?"

"He was avoiding me all damn day and I don't know. All I want to do is find out why he kissed me and if he really likes me or not. That's all I want to know." Ever since Feliciano kissed him, all Alfred wanted to know was why? Why had Feliciano kissed him? Did he really feel the same? A sigh escaped his lips as he thought of what Feliciano's response would be. A thought crossed Matthew's head as he quickly looked at Alfred.

"What about Lovino? Did he say anything to you? Did you remember to ask him if he felt anything for me?" Alfred let out a dry chuckle. Of course, how could he forget that the Italian had practically poured his feelings out on tape.

"He said that he felt the same way. At least YOU get the guy you're after! Meanwhile, it's just confusing for me!"

"Calm down. You can find out tomorrow. For right now, I just want to get my homework done." Alfred opened his mouth to say something but didn't as he got his homework out and started to work on it. As they started to work on it, Arthur came in the room.

"Hey boys, I'm going to be out for a little bit, I have to get things for dinner tonight, do you want me to bring anything back for you?"

"You're going to cook tonight? Seriously?" Alfred asked.

"It isn't healthy to have take-out every night Alfred, you have to have a nicely home cooked meal."

"I get where you're coming from, Dad, I really do, but I don't want my cause of death to be by your shitty cooking." Arthur stomped his foot on the ground and turned furious.

"Excuse me! Who the fuck do you think you are talking to Alfred?! This is NOT how you treat your elders young man! Now apologize right now!" He yelled at his son. Alfred said something so quiet no one, not even Matthew, could hear.

"What was that?" Arthur asked.

"FUCK NO! I've been practically living like a fucking adult every time you've left me in charge of the house ever since I was nine-fucking-years old! I can cook better than you can! You and everyone else in England may pass your shit off as cooking but not to me and everyone else who still has their fucking taste buds after eating your cooking!" Alfred yelled.

Matthew had slipped out of the room somewhere during that point, with his knife, and retreated to the bathroom so he could wait out the fight. As he heard them yelling at each other, he cut himself as he cried. He hated this. He fucking hated this. Dad and Alfred fighting like crazy. What ever happened to those times when he was a child? They were dead. Just illusions. That was what happiness was to Matthew, a huge illusion.

A slap rang out and that made Matthew quickly clean himself up and run back to his room. The sight he came back to was way too much. Alfred had a red hand print on his face and Arthur had his hand drawn out in a motion like after someone was slapped. The younger of the two glared at Arthur and punched him back. Soon, a fight rang out between the two. Matthew kept shaking his head as they fought. He had to do something. All emotion had just built up inside him and he just yelled.

"STOP FIGHTING! Just stop!" He yelled as loud as he could capturing both Arthur and Alfred's attention. They looked at Matthew with surprised looks on their faces.

"Is there something you want to say Matthew?" Arthur asked getting away from Alfred and trying to comfort Matthew but only to be rejected.

"NO! Everytime you go back to your caring father crap after arguing with Alfred, you just turn as cold as ice again! I want to be happy again! Is that all too much to ask for in this house?! You two just fight and pretend that I'm not here anymore!" Matthew cried and grabbed his bear and shoes and ran out of the house. He heard his father and brother calling for him and chasing after him but he didn't care. He wanted to get out of wanted to be away from them.

Matthew kept running until he was in town. Thinking that they lost sight of him, the boy rested in an alleyway. It might have been starting to get cold, but one thing he knew was he was away from the fighting. He was away from it all. Away from Dad's cooking. Away from their fights. He basically escaped Hell. But one thing he didn't think over was who he left.

He left Dad. He left Alfred. He left Gilbert. He left Lovino. A shaky sigh escaped from his mouth as he laid down and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Arthur and Alfred were hopeless. They couldn't keep up with Matthew. He was just way too fast. When they walked back home, they started to talk.

"I'd ask for an apology and reciprocate but we'll just do the same thing later. What's the point in doing so, hm?"

"I agree, Dad. We may never see Mattie again. Just like Papa." Arthur wanted to say something but kept himself from doing so.

"We're going to see your brother again. Papa was someone who I let slip between my fingers, but your brother. I'm not losing him either. We'll find him." Alfred found that a little hard to believe.

He knew his brother all too well. Matthew wouldn't be able to survive out there alone, he could get killed or kidnapped. They walked back home and Alfred immediately went to the living room couch and cried. Arthur did what he thought was right and comforted his son, who actually didn't reject him. He patted his back and tried to calm him down like a parent would their toddler.

"Shh... it's okay. It's going to be okay." Arthur said over and over, fighting the urge to cry himself. He was so disgusted with himself. He was the reason one of his babies left.

Eventually, the crying teenager cried himself to sleep leading Arthur to do patch up his son's wounds for him in his sleep. When he went upstairs to get the medical kit he thought he saw a knife on the bathroom floor and some blood. He shook his head and, with the first aid kit in hand, left the bathroom. It was probably him just seeing things again.

After he got to his son and patched up some of the marks from their fight, he got a blanket and draped it over his son and removed his glasses. He smiled a little as he was reminded of when he was a little kid. Such a cute child. Arthur wiped some hair from Alfred's face.

"Goodnight, Alfred. Even though it doesn't seem like it, I love you and I care about you a lot." And with that, he kissed Alfred's cheek and was about to leave when Alfred grabbed his sleeve.

"Stay here until I fall asleep?" This surprised Arthur a lot. Normally, it would be 'Leave me alone, I'm trying to sleep!' He let out a sad smile and sat back down.

"Of course."

Antonio had been walking down the street to his own apartment when he heard a small teeth chattering noise. He followed it to a figure in a hoodie, pajama pants, and a pair of boots holding a stuffed polar bear. He walked up to the figure and saw that it looked like a runaway teenage boy trying to sleep. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder which triggered a response in which the boy jolted up and looked at the man.

"W-Who are y-y-y-you?" The boy asked.

"My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. What are you doing out here all by yourself? Shouldn't you be at home with your family?" The boy's eyes flashed a certain sadness when the word 'family' was mentioned. He shook his head.

"No. I ran away from my family. They were always fighting on an almost daily basis and I was always caught in the crossfire of it. I couldn't take it anymore so I just ran and I'm never going back!" Antonio looked at the boy. He really looked like a good kid. Whoever his family was really needed to fucking learn to get along better. For the kid's sake at least.

"What is your name?"

"Matthew."

"Well then, Matthew. I don't want to sound like some 30-year old pervert or the cradle robber type but do you want to stay somewhere warm? I have a lot of good food at my home. You can stay there until you feel like you want to go back home." Antonio offered. He knew that Matthew's answer would most likely be a no, but he wanted to ask anyways. After a while, Matthew nodded and stood up.

"Okay. But only until I wanna go back home." Antonio smiled and led Matthew to his apartment which was just a pretty basic one. Nothing too lame, nothing too fancy. And it had many Spanish flags everywhere to which Matthew guessed that Antonio was originally from Spain.

"You have a nice apartment." He complimented. The Spaniard smiled and patted the boy's head.

"Thank you. Now go and sit down in the kitchen while I heat up some enchiladas." Matthew nodded and did as he was told and sat in the kitchen as Antonio heated up the food like he said. As he was waiting for the food to be finished, he couldn't help but sneak a couple glances to Matthew's wrists. They look like they's been cut. The microwave beeped and he got out the food.

"As a friend of mine would say; Bon appetite!" He said as he placed the enchiladas in front of Matthew. That almost made the teen start to cry. That was Francis' line when he'd give him and Alfred their dinner every night. Maybe this guy knew Papa? No. Impossible. He tossed the thought aside as he grabbed the fork and started to eat his dinner. There was silence between them until Antonio started to ask questions.

"So, how did you get those marks on your wrists?" Matthew scolded himself for not covering his wrists more properly before leaving home. He knew someone was going to ask later, but had discarded the fact thinking no one would actually find him.

"I got into a lot of accidents." Was the boy's lie. Antonio saw right through it. He knows he should press further until he gets the truth about whether his family fighting caused him to self harm or not but, the poor kid had a long day! He just ran away from home probably hours ago or even a day! When they finished their meal, Antonio showed him to the guest bedroom.

"It's not much, but you've at least got a nice bed to sleep on."

"Thank you." Matthew said as he hugged Antonio and walked into his new room. He instantly got under the covers and started to think. This is what his new life was. Staying with a kind stranger who didn't know who the hell each other were and living the rest of his life in anonymity? He was okay with it. As long as he wasn't near Arthur or Alfred, he was fine. He fell asleep wondering what life will have in store for him.

Me: This took a while! Anyways, I will keep this short and brief! I will start working on the Bringing Papa Home audio book after the story is finished and I hope I didn't disappoint! Sorry if this chapter was rushed or anything! This is Janae AKA OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D