Since the day both boys discovered they were brother things in the house, caled you could say. There was still a usual amount of ruckus because, boys will be boys. It seemed as days turned to months and now years Alfred and Matthew grew closer. Things now seemed, normal you could say. Like, both felt they should have known they were brothers.
"Alfred?" Whispered Matthew from the top bunk. Of course the American boy replied with a simple grumble as he turned over. "Yeah what dude?" Surprised that his brother even answered Matthew smiled. "You're not to bad of a brother." With his face buried deep in a pillow Alfred slapped the beam above his head. "You're not such a bad brother either."
As both drifted off to sleep neither boy heard the ruckus brewing downstairs. For the second time that week Francis had come home drunk. "You wanker!" Arthur's eyes set ablaze, once was bad enough but it seemed every time he turned around... oh the horror. "Non" Hick "Mon ami', I am fine as... w-wine." Patting Arthur on the shoulder makes his way over to the refrigerator, pulling out another bottle. "A toast to muah! For my beautiful face."
Being so drunk the Frenchman never noticed exactly what he was drinking, which was a bottle catsup. Before the Brit could warn him or even move away, the red liquid sprayed on his face and clothes. Really it looked like he had taken place in a hamburger massacre, where no condiment was spared. "Get out Francis." He said voice littered with hate. The Frenchman's blue eyes as he repeated Arthur's words. "Get out? Why mon ami?"
"Because." Said Arthur. "I have had it with you frog. You are gone for days on end, you come back drunk. Sometimes I do question how people like you are even allowed to be a care giver." A soft weep escaped the Frenchman's mouth, his blue eyes locked on the tile floor. " Now really you bloody bastard, do your brother a favor. Clean up your act. " Picking up what little of his pride Francis had left he stood.
"Fine." Said the blue-eyed Frenchman. "If you think you could raise Matthew better than me, then do it." Storming off into the night Francis had only one intention. He left almost everything to his brother, money being the biggest. Really that was the last Matthew had heard of his brother for years, but alas he showed up again...but this time on the news.
As the anchor woman came on his blue eyes watched, still clinging to the bear he had for so long. "Who are you?" It asked him, in a very childlike voice. And yet at the same time, it brought Matthew back to that night... from so long ago. "T.V superstar and host of Top Chef Francis Bonnefoy, was released from the California Drug and Alcohol Rehabilitation Center. Said chef has officially been treated and now free to pursue other options."
Since that day, Matthew has heard from his brother, though not much. Some would say he did the right thing by checking into that clinic, others that he should have stayed with his baby brother. Either way Matthew never cared, he loved Francis... no matter how much of a dick he could be. Even today the still keep in touch, and really they never got close. Arthur and Alfred always reminded Matthews closest companions.
Let me leave you with a parting question, do you belive he did the right thing? To abandon his brother and do nothing more than seek help, although it was for a good cause?
(THE END)
Yes horrible ending and not really the best, but I have to finnish this. I have another story coming, its GerIta and its planned out so it wont be as big of a flop as this one!