The rest of the week went by pretty fast. Since school started on a Friday and they had the following Monday off. On Saturday, the 10th, Alfred and Arthur went shopping to buy the necessities for Matthew's room. When he arrived they would take him to get more personal stuff. They didn't want to get him anything he wouldn't like. Another letter from Francis told them that if they got him something he didn't like, he would be too shy to tell them. So they only got him the necessities. A Canadian flag bedspread, bed, a hockey stick, and polar bear plushy. So maybe a few weren't necessities but who cares?

They learned that Matthew liked hockey, polar bears, and all things maple.

Everyday was a countdown. At school it was all Alfred could think about. Before when he thought of math he would think 'Oh math, it's okay.' now he thinks 'Math. I wonder what Matthew thinks about it?' Everything revolved around Matthew now.

Instead of waking up to the smell of burnt scones, Alfred woke up to the smell of burnt pancakes. Arthur bought another chair and Alfred painted it red with white maple leaf silhouettes dotting the surface. Soon it was October 1st and it was time to pick up Matthew. They ride dragged on and on.

They arrived at the airport early so they were sure they wouldn't miss him.

"Okay Alfred, Francis sent me a picture of him so we'll recognize him." Arthur pulled out a pair of glasses and looked at his phone.

The boy in the picture had hair similar to Alfred's but slightly paler and longer. His violet-blue eyes peered out over the tops of his glasses. His hands were in the front pocket of his Canadian Flag hoodie. He had a single strand of hair that stood up and curled. Matthew was smiling sheepishly.

Alfred and Arthur waited for about 20 more minutes before the passengers on Matthew's flight walked through the steel doors.

"Where is he? My feet hurt. I can't wait to meet him!" Alfred bounced up and down.

"Alfred! Calm down and quit complaining. It won't be long now." Arthur said.

"I'm not complaining. Ooh is that him!" Alfred pointed at a random person.

"No that's not him."

"What about him?"

"No."

"What about him?"

"No! You saw the picture."

"Is that him?"

"Alfred! That is a 50 year old woman."

"Is that him?"

"No-wait it actually is."

Alfred started waving like crazy. "Over here! Over here! WooHoo!" People started looking at them strangely.

Matthew dragged his suitcase over towards them. He was wearing the same Canadian Flag hoodie. "H-hi I'm Matthew eh." Matthew said. He held out his hand to shake.

Alfred gave him a huge bear hug and lifted Matthew off his feet.

"Eh-h hi!" whispered Matthew.

"Alfred put him down!" Arthur scolded.

Alfred smiled sheepishly and put Matthew down. "I'm Alfred! We'll be best friends dude! I can't wait!"

"I'm Arthur, your uncle." Arthur held out his hand to shake and Matthew took it shyly. This kid is so polite and quiet. Not what I expected coming from Francis. Arthur thought.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Arthur eh." Matthew whispered putting his hands into his hoodie pocket.

"No need to call me Mister, just call me Arthur." Arthur said.

"Okay Arthur." Matthew whispered, barely audible.

"Come on Mattie let's go!" Alfred yelled, once again drawing the attention of several people passing by.

Alfred, Arthur and now Matthew walked out of the airport only to come rushing back five minutes later when they forgot Matthew's luggage.


"Sorry about that Matthew." Arthur said while opening the door to his house.

"It's okay. Eh," whispered Matthew.

"Come on I need to show you your room and your chair! I painted it myself!" Alfred boasted proudly.

"Eh?"

"Yeah I hope you like it." Alfred shoved Matthew in the red and white chair.

Matthew could only look at it in awe.

"Don't tell me you broke him already," Arthur joked.

"No this is just amazing," said Matthew with a normal voice.

"Woah!" Alfred yelled. "You talk like a normal person!"

Matthew blushed and shrunk a little.

"Alfred," Arthur sighed. "Matthew's had a long day, how about you take him to his room."

Matthew looked up at Arthur in awe. "I get my own room?" He asked.

"Of course you do it is a necessity for growing children to have their room," Arthur stated.

"I just thought that since it was so sudden that you wouldn't be able to get a room," Matthew whispered.

"Come on!" Alfred grabbed Matthew and dragged him to his room. "Let's go! I helped pick out stuff for your room!"

"Kids," Arthur laughed.


Matthew fell asleep quickly after getting over the red and white shock to his eyes when he entered his room. It was practically glowing with Canadian merchandise. In the morning he woke up to the fire alarm.

"Eh!" He yelled.

Alfred burst into the room. "Don't worry dude that's just Artie's cooking. He's a terrible cook," Alfred said.

Matthew nodded. Then buried himself under the covers and fell back asleep.

When Matthew woke up again he was greeted with pancakes lathered in maple syrup presented by a messy Alfred. Alfred had somehow gotten maple syrup in his hair. Matthew started cracking up. Soon the pancakes were forgotten and both boys where laughing their hearts out.


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