Under the pile of blankets Mattie played, snuggling his favorite stuffed bear Mr. Kumajirou. When will his big brother be home? In truth this isn't the first time Francis has left him home alone. He knew his brother loved him, but he couldn't help feeling like he was being ignored. Looking at the bear he sighed speaking in his quiet little voice. "Y-You notice me, right Mr. Kumajirou?" Giving his bear a slight squeeze the voice rang thru, one of those talking toys you know. "Who are you?" It asked, eyes unblinking.
"I-I'm Matthew! You're owner!." In a fit of rage he weakly threw the bear down next to him, it replied in a sweet voice. "Who are you?" The child curled up hugging his knees close to him, he started to sob. "Why doesn't anyone notice me? Even my own brother doesn't notice me." Downstairs Francis, unaware of the mess brewing upstairs, sat his hat it's hook and coat on the hanger.
The Frenchman couldn't put his finger on it but something was different about the atmosphere, something sad. Eager to see his younger brother, his heavy boot walked up the wooden staircase. Outside of his brothers room he thought he head quiet sob's that can only be his baby brother. Under the blanket burrito Matthew flinched at the boots. "Francis must be home…"
The door slowly creaked open revealing the large room, filled with toys of all kinds. With a smile the Frenchman walked inside, making his way over to the bed. "Petit frère, Matthew, I'm home." The silence was broken only by the tiny sniffles made by the boy. "Matthew?" With concern Francis lifted the covers, shocked at seeing tiny Mattie crying. "What is the matter? Why are you crying frère?"
Blue eyes met blue eyes and in an instant older brother picked up his younger brother. Mattie buried his face into his shoulder, as Francis stroked his brother hair. Maybe this would get him to calm down. The child lifted his head to look at Francis. "Y-You notice me? R-Right Francy?"
Francis smiled, so that's why his brother was crying. "Je vous vois petit frère. Of course I notice you, you're my little brother. The show is just starting to take off, and I am much busier now. But I do notice you." Being the older brother Francis ruffled his younger brother's hair, making the young boy giggle. "O-Okay Francy."
Placing Mr. Kumajirou into his brother's grasp, he tucked in the child. He backed out of the room, watching Mathew fall asleep peacefully. "Petit frère Bonne nuit. Sweet dreams baby brother." The lights faded as the door slowly closed shut, bringing silence to the room.