Unlike Alfred who wanted to be a hero, Matthew wanted to be a pirate. They were courageous and strong, and went on all the best adventures.
"geler noble scum, 'and me all your argent!" Matthew growled with an evil grin on his face as he pointed his wooden toy sword at Alfred. Alfred looked at him confused.
"My what?" he asked holding up his own sword to fend off Matthew's.
"Y-your argent..." Matthew said a little taken off by his brother's confusion, readjusting the too large captain's hat that he had found in Arthurs closet so he could see.
"You mean my money?" Alfred asked. He knew his brother was struggling to remember English and they had been together for long enough that he could guess what his brother was trying to say.
"Oui, 'and over your moneys or face the plank!" He said a little blush on his face, he hated when he got his words confused, however was he supposed to be good pirate when he confused his victims?
"Never, I'm the hero; you'll never get away with this crime pirate!" Alfred yelled before running towards the garden. Matthew startled and ran after him with a war cry, only to run head first into someone's leg. He fell backwards with a thump, his captains hat fell to the ground behind him and his sword clattered onto the stone path.
"Woah there, are you alright?" Arthur asked bending down to help Matthew up off the ground.
"O-oui." He said brushing dirt off himself. He turned around and picked the hat up off the ground dusted it off and placed it back on his head.
"Where did you get that?" Arthur asked. Turning back around Matthew saw that he was startled.
"I f-found it in y-your armoire." Matthew admitted shyly.
"Whatever were you doing in my wardrobe?" He asked confused.
"Papa told me you were a bad pirate… I want to be a bad pirate too." He said not looking up at England. Arthur laughed fixed the hat and handed him his sword.
"Well then off you go, I'm sure the hero is off doing some good deed that you must put a stop to."
Matthew nodded a determined look on his face and ran off after Alfred. Arthur watched him with a faint smile before turning and making his way to Francis' home.
"That frog, I'll show him what kind of pirate I am!" He growled with an evil glint in his eye.