It had been a few days since Alfred had face stuffed with petrified couch stuff, aka Arthurs scones. Well lets just say he wanted to get poor innocent Matthew back, and he had a pretty good idea on how to do it! Giving himself a smirk sneaks his way into Francis room, now why would he be going in here you may ask?
The American knew that since Francis is Mattie's older brother he must have some fairly embarrassing baby photo's of the blonde haired Canadian. Slithering his way past the many piles of fan-mail from millions of Francis online fan's he makes it over to the desk. Wooden carvings lined both ends of the table, to his eyes it looked very old. An antique passed down from his family, Alfred thought as he rummaged through the piles of bills.
"What the? How much crap does this guy have?" Pausing for a moment to scratch the back of his head stared around the room. It wasnt until now that Alfred had noticed this, where was a picture of the Bonnefoy's mother? Yes, there were non-embarasing pictures of Matthew, but where were one's of the two french speaking brother mother? Really and truely he had never even thought to ask Mathew or Franis about their mother, and Arthur never said anything.
What were thy hidding? Stepping over a massive pile of blankets and pillows, the dirty blonde American opens the large sliding closet door. Of course he was still on the hunt for that photo which will make Mattie rue the day he messed with Alfred, but also some answers to his questions. Ever so slowy the door slid open, revaling a large stack of boxes and clothes. "So this is where he keeps everything."
The young boy rummaged through the many boxes, and of course he found a very embarasing photo. Looking down at it he laughed, Matthew sitting butt naked in a bath tub with mud on his face. Oh yes, he was so putting this on Matthew's locker at school. However, what was under that picture made him gasp. There was a woman, maybe 40? She was holding a small baby and behind her was... no it couldt be. Francis?
By the looks of her she must have been his and Matthew's mother. But what shocked him the most was what was written on the back. Dearest Allen, It has come to my attention that you do not wish to notice me. I thought that we had something, even though you are to be nothing more than my client. Please reconsider your choice and leave her. ~ Francine Allen? Alfred's blue eyes shot wide open, it couldnt be. After all he knew Allenwas his fathers name, it couldnt be true. His father might have had a reputation but he would certainly not cheat with Matthew's mom!
It must be another Allen. "Yeah that's right." He said walking out of the room. "It's a different Allen!" From that day to the next there was always that fear, that what he once knew wasn't true. As the days flew by, of course he never forgot the photo on Matthew's locker. Seem's Matthew and Francis were in a simalar background to Alfred and his brother. Both sets of brother had different fathers, and Alfred and Matthew did look alot alike.
Maybe the Allen from the note was his father, maybe he was Matthew's half brother? There was only one sure way to find out, he was going to have to ask Arthur and Francis. I am like so sorry for the crappy updates I've been giving you guys but just like school and everything. It's been getting in the way! I promise I'll finnish this story and try not to suck it up! Please just keep reading and bear with me here!