Amongst all of the people the boys ran in search of Alfred's favorite super hero. Of course there were many young boys and girls about their age and even older who were dressed up, which made things a bit more complicated.
"I-I think he's this way Alfred." Matthew spoke in his soft timid voice; he was very afraid of leading Alfred the wrong way and getting yelled at. The spunky American merely ignored the shy boy, taking Mattie's answer as his own. He points in the direction Matthew was. "Dude I think he's this way!" With a heroic laugh drags the poor boy behind him.
The bleachers were packed to the brim with people and a loud roar echoed throughout the park. There was a large stage set up in the middle and a banister which read "Welcome Super Man!" Alfred eyes lit up with excitement as watched the costumed marvel walk around waving and smiling.
"I can't believe it Mattie!" He grinned at his identical counterpart. 'There he is! I'm going to get a better look!" Matthew's eyes widened in shock. Was this kid crazy? Alfred could get in very big trouble, or worse he himself could too. "A-Alfred I don't think that's a good idea…." Before the Canadian could finnish his sentence Alfred had snuck away and was quietly climbing up the stairs behind the stage.
The young boy watched Alfred, he couldn't let that kid get in trouble but he didn't want to be punished for doing something either. Of course his conscience wouldn't allow him to sit back and watch. A heavy sigh left his mouth as Matthew followed Alfred up the stairs and onto the stage. Unlike Alfred who went straight out onto the stage, Mattie hid behind some boxes. At least he thought they were boxes, very funny looking black boxes with tiny holes in the front.
Arthur could only watch in horror from the ground as the dirty blonde American boy jumped onto the caped crusaders back. He grinned proudly wrapping his tiny hands around Superman's neck. "Hiya Mr. Super Man dude!" Of course the costumed Joe was quite taken back by being glomped by a child. With his microphone in hand he let out a surprised scream, it shook the entire park and poor Mattie nearly went deaf since he was hiding behind the loud speakers.
Jumping down from his hero impersonator he grabbed the microphone smiling up at Superman. "I wrote a song for you! Would ya like to hear it?!" By this time Mattie had gotten away from those deceiving boxes, of course he had to crawl because of the ground shaking. He was carried off stage by Francis, who smirked at the British man. "You can take care of your own brother mon ami."
Arthur growled, anger boiling up deep inside of him. This was the thanks he got for helping to find that no good frogs little brother? That's the last time he ever helped F… no no, it wasn't Matthews fault his brother was a jerk. After gathering his thoughts the green eyed man came toward the stage, and closer to his little brother. "Alfred!" He yelled above the crowds gasps. "Get down here this instant!"
Young Alfred paid no mind to his brother's words, instead he continued to sing as loudly and obnoxiously as possible. "You're my superhero! My favorite superhero! You kick butt and that's why you're so far from zero! And I want to be just like you!" It was quite adorable though in the eyes of the costumed man. Once a panting Alfred finished his song he was given a pat on the head. "Very nice." Said Superman with a jolly chuckle. "Keep up the good work and maybe when you're older I'll let you join the Justice League."
A sweet smile came over Alfred's face. "Thank you sir." While this little conundrum had taken place Arthur had sneaked his way up the back of the stage, scooping his younger brother up into his arms. "Hey!" The child cried out in protest, kicking his feet. "Put me down Artie!" The Englishman's bushy brows were furrowed in anger. "Alfred! You git! You could've gotten hurt or kidnapped!" Although he didn't mean to Arthur's voice came out as an almost yelling tone. Poor Alfred who was still just a child sniffled, about to break out in tears. "I-I'm sorry Artie. I just wanted to see Superman."
Already behind the stage and away from the public's eyes the green eyed man face palmed. "I'm sorry for yelling at you Alfred, but did you know how much you worried me? I don't want to lose you little brother." The blue eyed boy nodded sucking up the tears. Arthur green eyes only left his brother to look down, he felt his pant's leg get tugged. "M-Mr. Kirkland." A tiny voice called up to him. "D-Don't blame it all on Alfred, I went along with it too."
The young light brown headed boy gulped. Matthew never thought he'd take up for someone he barely knew, but for some reason he felt a connection to Alfred. A brotherly connection. Clinging to a muddy Mr. Kumajirou he closed his eyes, waiting to get yelled at. Instead he felt a light pat to his head. Opening one eye he saw Arthur smile down at him. "It is alright young chap." Taking the boy's hand he led Matthew back over to his brother, who was flirting with two very pretty girls. When will Francis ever change? Probably never.
"So presume everything is straightened out between you and your petit frère?" The smug look on the Frenchman's face said it all, he believed he was so much better than England. An yet, these two have been friends for so long. Handing over young Mattie and both him and his brother saying goodbye the two families parted ways.
(Next chapter will kind of fill in one of blanks as to both Arthur and Francis past. Maybe even give a hint into the futures of Alfred and Matthew. Thanks for all the follows guys! It really means a lot to me!)