~~~Halloween early noon~~~

Matthew drove to his brother's house. He knew that Alfred would be at work so he wanted to drop by and grab a few things that he has needed to pick up for a while. That and Alfred never seemed to have time to do house work, and he knew that he saw a sink full of dishes and some dirty clothes. Matthew parked his car and knew that some housework was in order. He grabbed a fake rock and pulled out the house key. Alfred could be so predictable sometimes; he was so much like their wild and free mother. The air inside smelled heavily of fresh coffee it made Matthew hungry. The Canadian bit down of his lip and entered the kitchen. For some reason he felt like he was starving to death. "A small bite wouldn't hurt." Matthew whispered to himself and went straight for the cabinets. There were always poptarts and cans of chicken noodles in there. Today was no different, only boxes of tea were also being stored in there was wrong. Alfred hated tea, everyone knew that. Matthew blinked something wasn't right. He skipped out on eating to snoop around. He saw that the dishes were done and the dirty clothes were being washed. After seeing that Matthew went into spy mode and crept up the stairs to the bathroom. Everything looked in order, Alfred's blue tooth brush was left out like always. Only another on was also left out. Matthew couldn't help but to gasp, this was proof that there was somebody living here with his older brother.

"I can't believe he's living with someone! How could he not tell me?" Matthew whispered to himself and then left the bathroom. More sneaking around was needed. The guest bedroom was his next stop. The bed was made for once and the room was strangely free of dust. The Canadian eyes the closet, his heart started to beat faster. The whole house was to clean, his brother rarely cleaned. All kinds of questions ere popping into his head. Was his brother seeing someone or just helping out another friend with money trouble like he had done with Toris. It was going to drive him crazy, he had to find out more. Matthew went back to eyeing the closet door; he had to know what gender this person was.

"Who the bloody hell are you? If you're a robber I'm calling the polices." Arthur threatened with a broom in his hands. Matthew jumped out of skin.

"Maple! I'm Al's half brother. Who are you?" Matthew turned to Arthur and his jaw fell open a little when he saw the guy's eyebrows. It was as if two fuzzy caterpillars crawled and died on his face. Arthur help out his hand and smiled.

"I'm truly sorry about that mate. I'm Alfred's…..um friend. I also live here, as you can clearly tell." Matthew shook the Brit's hand and smiled back. He could tell right away that the other man was hiding something, most likely he had the hot's for his older brother. Alfred just seemed to attract people like flies to honey. It was nothing new.

"Listen, take care of my brother. He can be an idiot sometimes. He dated my friend Ivan for awhile, but let's just say it didn't work out. Please don't tell him that Ivan will he there, he might leave before you guys even get there. So how long have you liked my brother?" Matthew said and released Arthur's hand. The angel turned a dark shade of red.

"I-I-I don't like that yankee. He's childish and rude. W-what make's you think I like him!" He said waving his hands around slightly. The Canadian lifted an eyebrow and smiled, he liked this guy. Arthur was just what his brother needed.

"Sure what ever you say. I'm Matthew." He said. Arthur's face was still bright red.

"I'm Arthur." They shook hands again. Matthew hung around the house for a while and helped clean before he left to prepare for the party. This made it so Arthur was left all alone once again. He really hated to be all by himself. Alfred had to work today and he couldn't bring an angel along with him. The house was cold and lifeless. He caused the British man to shiver he wrapped himself in a blanket and clicked on the TV. Just like when he was in Heaven, he would watch other's live their lives and make foolish mistakes. The closest thing to that on Earth were those TV shows like The Young and the Restless and others similar to it. He channel skimmed until he found something along the lines of The Young and the Restless (there all the same if you look at it). The show was having a marathon. He started to watch and was soon totally sucked in.

~~~Later On~~~

Alfred yawned after a long day of work. He pulled into the drive and grabbed a bag in the back seat. In side the bag was a police officer costume that he bought for Arthur. In another bag was his old fashion convict costume, it was the white with black stripes kind. Arthur's costume looked like the one he use to wear for work and it even came with fake plastic handcuffs.

"Arthur I'm back. I got you something; I want you to try it on." He could hear the TV click off and some strange sounds. Alfred dropped the bags down by the door and smiled. He crept over to the couth and stood behind the angel. He saw a box of tissues and a few of them were crumbled up into messy little balls.

"What were you watching?" Alfred asked and flipped himself over the couch to sit next to Arthur.

"Nothing, I wasn't watching anything!" He jumped and grabbed the used tissues and hid them behind his back. His eyes were blood shot from crying. The American laughed and crossed his arms.

"Liar, you were either watching some girly show for grannies or….porn." Alfred grinned and watched the color of the angel's cheek burn a bark red. He laughed under his breath, for some odd reason he loved to make Arthur blush.

"I would never watch some thing so vulgar. How dare you even think something like that?" He shoved the American in the side in order to make some space between them. His reaction only made Alfred laugh harder.

"Whatever you say Artie. Come on let's get changed for the party. I don't want Mat to bitch if I'm late." Alfred jumped off the back of the couth and laughed madly, The angel smacked himself in the forehead, he was in love with a total git. A bag was dropped into his lap, with a sigh he walked into the bath room to change. Alfred stripped down right in the living forgetting that the shades were up and that Elizaveta lived across the street. Luckily, for him her camera died before she could take any pictures. He took the handcuffs and clipped them onto his left wrist. The American smiled, he knew that this costume looked pretty damn good on him. Arthur opened the bathroom door, he felt strange wearing this. The pants were to tight around his ass. He was just about to complain when his eyes landed on Alfred.

'The bloody wanker planed this!' His mind screamed at him loudly. Alfred smiled at Arthur and gave a small chuckle.