Admin: Okay guys here is the chapter don't hate me! Also please stop asking for Arthur and Alfred to get together. They will it says main right in the description. I'm simply giving you a tease on who will end up with who, this is how most of my fanfics works out. The whole point in me not bringing them together right away is to make a good story with lots of drama.

Y-You guys s-sound like you're going to kill me... Also sorry for short chapter, but if it wasn't that way there would be no part two to chapter 15.

It was about midnight when Arthur returned home. The only thing that seemed to be on his mind was the man who had rejected him. Walking past his door, Arthur decided it would be best to apologize to Alfred.

Though he knew that he would not be able to let go of the American for some time, Arthur had to make sure no one slept uneasy. He looked to the ground and then slowly up at the door, taking in a deep breath before knocking.

"M-Mr Jones, I would like to have a word with you." However, not even the smallest sound came from the other side. Now growing worried, Arthur examined the door and found it open very slightly, but anyone just glancing at it would think it was closed. He grasped the golden doorknob and opened the door. Arthur almost choked.

The familiar mess on the floor had vanished. In fact, there was no longer anything in the room that had belonged to Alfred. Placing a hand over his mouth, Arthur tried to tell himself not to panic. It was, however, a little too late for that.

He stormed to his father's room, trying not to trip and fall due to his tipsy way of walking. Once he successfully made it to his destination, Arthur slammed the door open, huffing as he did so.

"What have you done?! Where is Mr Jones?! I DEMAND TO KNOW THIS SECOND!" Arthur yelled, stomping closer and closer to his father.

"It wasn't my fault. Before you accuse me of anything, read this." George handed him Alfred's letter. Arthur snatched the paper out of his father's hand and skimmed through it.

Much like his father, Arthur's expression started to change once he reached the end of the letter.

"I won't allow it. Tell him I will deny his resignation. I'm going to his apartment right now!" The semi-drunk man spun around and attempted to leave, but this effort proved useless when his father grabbed his wrist.

"Let me go! I have to find him before he has a chance to leave!"

"I cannot allow you to go."

"And why not?"

"For one, you're drunk."

"Hardly!"

"Secondly, I accepted his resignation. He no longer works for us, Arthur."

"How could you?!"

"He proved a point in his letter which I could not ignore. We were having him neglect his job and undermining his work ethic, just so you could get closer to the lad."

"I like him, is it so wrong to want him by my side? And he told me he liked me a little, so there is still hope! I just have to make him like me more!"

"Arthur, I know how you feel, but you have to come to terms with this. I understand why he told you what he did, and why he resigned. You need to see it as well."

"No! Get him back, father! Get him back! I need him; he was the only ray of sunshine in this world!" Arthur was almost hysterical, tears forming in his eyes.

"A-Arthur, please, you need to rest." George grabbed his son and pulled him into a hug. For the first time in years, he allowed his grown boy to cry on his shoulder. He smiled and petted Arthur's hair, shushing him in a calming manner. Pulling away, but still holding on to him, George gave him a pitiful smile.

"Arthur, if you really feel as though you can't live another day without him, I'll send for people to track him down and bring him back. How does that sound?"

"Delightful. Thank you, father." Arthur gave his father another tight hug and actually meant it this time. It felt great to know that in his time of need his father had finally come to comfort him. Arthur let go and went to his own room, leaving his father alone.

Still smiling, George felt as though he could not remember a time where he was this genuinely happy. 'In a way, though what Mr Jones said to Arthur was rather cruel, I assume he did it on purpose. It has been a long time since Arthur and I hugged, not for a good image, but just to do so. Thank you, Mr Jones. Although my troubles seem to have died down, yours are only beginning.

When a Kirkland wants someone, they will stop at nothing to make sure they get them. I just hope the other one doesn't come back, or else, Mr Jones, you will have more than one person trying to win your attention.

"A-Abraham, I know you're tired, but we have to move out A.S.A.P!" Alfred barked at his cat, which was trying its best to move some clothes into his master's bag. Meanwhile, Alfred had cleared most of his apartment, paid the lease off, and had a new place to stay as of the next day. He really hadn't wanted to give up his job, but it was his only option.

One, if Arthur was sad then his father would have a chance to comfort him. Secondly, he couldn't stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong if people knew they were finally together, telling everyone of the scandal.

Last but not least, he wasn't sure how he to react. Alfred had been on his own for a long time, and to have someone confess to him in such a way felt unreal, like a dream. Constantly, Alfred wondered if his life would be different if he had accepted Arthur's feelings, but he needed to convince himself that his decision was a good one.

Once all of his things were packed and ready to go, Alfred started to drive to his new apartment. It was around six o' clock in the morning when Alfred, tired and drained, made it to his destination. Using the last of his strength, Alfred carried all of his boxed from his car and dropped them in his new living quarters. He then fell onto the couch, not caring about the fact that he was still in his clothes.

"It smells like Mattie in here..." Alfred mumbled before falling into a deep sleep. Yes, the new apartment he was staying in was actually Matthew's. Now all Alfred had to do was explain that he was going to live with him until he could find another place. However, the time to explain everything was much closer than Alfred realized.

The next morning for Arthur was not a pleasant one. Arthur woke up with the worry that he would never see Alfred again. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't shake the feeling of being abandoned again. It was the same feeling of abandonment he had felt when his mother died, and that traumatic experience had been enough to emotionally scar him. His heart ached every time Alfred's name entered his mind, and everything in his house reminded him of the American, only adding to his frustration.

When Arthur made it to work, he could only think of Alfred. He wondered if he was okay, if something bad had happened due to his claustrophobia. These thoughts filled him with a sense of unease that wouldn't leave him. Everywhere he turned, he found himself waiting for Alfred to return to the office. This soon became so bad that he began experiencing severe headaches and stomach-aches and had to leave work for a few days.

Not only that, but he didn't seem to want to do anything anymore; not even work.

Worried about his son's strange behavior, George went to a physician to ask for help. As he walked into the office, he realized he didn't know how to explain what was going on. For so long he had been denying that there was something wrong with Arthur, but after seeing the way his son was acting he knew it was time to take action.

Now sitting in front of a psychiatrist, George began to explaining to her the things he was most insecure about.

"You see, doctor, as you know from my family's records, we have a mental illness; mine being bipolar. However, even though I have tried to deny it for the longest time, I think my son, Arthur, may have one. If I tell you his symptoms, will you please tell me what he has so that I may help him?" George begged the doctor, knowing that having an indirect therapy secession wasn't the best method.

"I can't say it will be accurate, but I will listen. I only have one question; has there ever been a traumatic experience in his life?"

"W-well, the death of his mother; my dear wife."

"I see, that would explain only one thing. Now, please tell me your son's symptoms."

"Well, first off, he doesn't seem to enjoy the things he used to like; this has been going on for quite some time. He has also been consuming large amounts of alcohol, if often very restless and has been feeling guilty lately. Oh, yes, and he is constantly worried for the wellbeing of someone who has recently left us."

"Hmm, well, from what you have just told me, I can infer that there is something wrong with your son." The doctor wrote down everything on her clipboard, and then lightly tapped her mouth with the pen as she thought.

It took her five minutes to finally come to a conclusion. Giving him a sorry look, the doctor looked back down at her notes, trying to find a way to explain everything to the troubled father.

"W-well, Mr Kirkland, from what you're telling me, it is safe for me to assume your son has depression."

"W-what? How?"

"If we look into a pedigree, it shows that your father and your grandmother both had this at different points, so it's not uncommon for this to happen. My advice would be to bring him to therapy secessions. Depression does usually carry on for sometimes if it's untreated. In this case, however, it may be severe. We can put him on medicine for that."

You must speak to him about this matter. I know it might not be easy, but until he sees whoever he needs to see there is a likely chance he will be against treatment."

"I-I see. Thank you, doctor." George was shocked. He let out a heavy sigh as he walked out of the office. His son had a mental illness this whole time and George hadn't known. Maybe, in some way, Arthur already knew about this and was hiding it. He didn't question why he hadn't learned about it sooner, since he had blocked out Arthur for half of his life.

Rubbing his forehead, George pulled out the phone in his pocket. He wouldn't send his son to the therapist, but he would find Alfred. There was a slight chance that Alfred could cure Arthur, and that Arthur could cure Alfred. In a way, they needed each other. Both having lost a parent or parents, they could tell each other everything and be happier.

"Yes, is this the Vargas brothers? I-I would like for you to find someone for me, and Alfred F. Jones."

"Welcome to Francis' French Cafe, may I take your order?" Alfred asked a couple who were waiting patiently. After writing down their order, Alfred immediately went to the kitchen to tell the chefs. He was on a spree of receiving people's orders and then giving them their food.

Alfred's new work uniform actually wasn't different from what he used to wear at the law firm. His new attire was a white dress shirt with a bow tie around his neck, a black vest and slacks complemented by a white apron, and back dress shoes. The uniform was much like any typical waiter's, but Alfred felt it was more comfortable than a suit.

Smiling at every person he came into contact with, Alfred made many new friends and even met some old ones from when he was in college. When the day finally came to an end, Alfred sat at one of the tables and sighed in relief.

Even though it had only been a few days since he quit his dream job and broke his boss's heart, Alfred was strangely okay. He no longer felt his heart race at the mention of Arthur's name, probably because he hadn't heard anyone say the Brit's name since. However, there were times where Alfred wished things didn't have to be the way they were.

He was doing the right thing on a professional opinion, but on a personal one it didn't feel right. But then Alfred shook his head, trying to get rid of any thoughts of his old boss. He was turning over a new leaf, and there was no way he was going to let his past interfere.

Alfred really didn't want to admit that what he said was right; that he actually liked Arthur back. One part of Alfred knew it was true, but the other part wanted nothing to do with it. Countless times in media a character would be looked down upon just for dating their boss, and then after they break up they would be treated like yesterday's trash.

He didn't want that to happen. All the friends he had made would shun him. Alfred leaned back in his chair and sighed, continuing to wonder what being with Arthur would have been like.

"How was your first day of work?" Francis, Alfred's new boss, asked as he took a seat next to the American.

Alfred up straight and gave him a smile. "Oh, it's great! Thanks, dude, and I never thought I would find a job on such short notice!"

"No need to thank me, we are friends."

"Yeah. Oh, and big thanks for not telling Pre- I mean, Mr Kirkland about my whereabouts."

"Again, friends keep secrets," I also don't want your chances of getting Arthur to become any greater than they are, "and I have another secret to share with you."

"Cool, what is it?"

"Well, Mathieu is coming back to the States."

"Oh my gosh, no way! We totally have to throw a party here, like you promised!"

"But of course, I am already planning it. He arrives tomorrow; I hope you will be able to pick him up."

"Totally! But hey, how would you explain to him that you're crashing at his place until you can find a new one?"

"He is your friend; just tell him how you usually would."

"You're right, dude! AHH! Mattie's coming back, Mattie's coming back!" Alfred cheered as he practically jumped off his seat.

"What do you think we should have? Who should we invite?"

"Well, we need my homeboy Toris, these brothers I just met named Feliciano and Lovino, Keeks, and whoever you want to invite!"

"I will invite all of them and my two other friends, Antonio and Gilbert."

"Do what you gotta do! I have friend hunting to do tomorrow! Hey, can I have the day off? I-I know it's so sudden and I just started, but you know, it's Mattie!"

"Of course, but come back in time. I'll host the party three days after he arrives so that he has time to settle in and I will be able to make the invitations."

"Yeah, do you know why he came back so early?"

"I don't know. Maman never told me."

"Well, I bet you it's because of... N-never mind."

"That's alright. Why don't you start heading home?"

"Okay, do you know what time his flight is supposed to be coming?"

"Twelve noon."

"Thanks, bro, I owe you." Alfred saluted Francis as he ran out of the café, ready to take on tomorrow.

"W-wait, Alfred, one more thing."

Alfred turned around obediently. "Yeah, Mr Bonnefoy?"

"How do you think Arthur is doing?"

"W-well, I don't know. I don't really pay attention to him anymore. But I'm sure he's doing fine. He always liked being alone, anyway."

"Yes, but how did he take it when you rejected him?"

"H-he didn't really say anything. He just stood there when I returned the flowers and gift to him."

"He gave you a gift and flowers?!"

"Well, yeah. Why? Is something wrong?"

That black sheep never gave me anything like that. "Oh, nothing, I was just shocked. Now, go home, I want to make sure Mathieu is picked up on time."

"Got ya, boss, bye again!"

Finally heading back home, Alfred showered and settled into the spare bedroom in Matthew's apartment. He had been living there for quite a while now and was starting to grow more comfortable with his surroundings.

Lying on his back, Alfred turned his head to the phone that was on the night stand. His old company phone. He turned fully so that he was now facing the phone and stretched out an arm to grab it.

He stared at the phone for a few seconds, remembering all the times he had with it and the person it reminded him of. Looking through his memories like a film, Alfred could only now see the signs of his boss liking him, from the unexplained trip to Dream Land, to the kiss that was forced upon him on the night of his debut into society.

Alfred threw the phone to the side and buried his face in his pillow. Sighing, he tried to go to sleep, but thoughts of his old boss were still running through his head.

Why am I still thinking about him? I thought I erased him from my mind when I quit my job. Maybe it's just the guilt trip speaking. I have to keep thinking about Mattie coming home.

Y-yeah, Mattie's coming home! I have to focus on that, nothing but Matthew from now on, Alfred repeatedly thought as he fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, or so he thought, Alfred lazily rubbed his eyes as he attempted to open them. He yawned and picked up his old company phone yet again to check the time. For a moment, he forgot what was happening in the real world and smiled at the phone.

Alfred was relaxed for those few seconds, but then reality came back to him. On the little screen in front of him, the numbers 2:30 flashed in front of his eyes. Now spiralling back to a more conscious state, Alfred bolted out of his bed and got dressed as quickly as possible.

He apologized countless times in his head as he put his pants on, too frazzled to actually pay attention to what he was doing. Once he was completely clothed, Alfred grabbed his phone and wallet and started to make his way to his car. He soon reached the airport, and Alfred ran out to find Matthew.

Wiping out his phone, Alfred dialled the Canadian's number. After a few rings Alfred heard a quiet 'hello' from the other end.

"Yo, MATTIE! Oh shoot, that was loud."

"That's okay, Al."

"Anyways, dude, I'm so sorry I'm late. Where are you?"

"Actually you're n-not late. M-my flight is a bit delayed."

"Oh, well, I'll just wait then."

"Thanks, b-but why don't you j-just hang out around shops near the airport? This could be a while."

"I'm not familiar with the area though."

"D-don't worry, I am. I-I can tell you some places I-I like to go."

"Okay then! Where to?"

"Hmm… W-well, I know you like ice-cream."

"Dude, yeah, where?"

"I-it's around the block, to your right."

"Okay, but how did you know where I was?"

"The a-airport's n-not very big when you know it a lot."

"Got you!" Keeping Matthew on the phone, Alfred walked to the place he was instructed to. He went up to the counter, where he would pay and choose was to eat, and lingered there for a while.

"Yo, Mattie, what should I get?"

"How a-about one of everything."

"But that will be expensive."

"Don't worry, it's a Wednesday, and it's happy hour."

"Okay, Mister, can I have one of everything?" Alfred asked the worker in front of him. The man nodded and got everything Alfred asked for with a grin. Placing a few bowls of ice cream on a tray, Alfred went to open his wallet. However, he was stopped by the man in front of him.

"No need for that, sir. It's free today."

"Dude, no way?! Are you sure this isn't some kind of joke?"

"No, it's not a joke. It's happy hour."

"Wow, I love this place!" Taking the ice cream to a seat, Alfred started to dig in as he put Matthew back on the phone.

The employee from before walked away and approached a booth in the distance. A blond haired man sat there, faced towards Alfred. Bending over to talk into the man's ear, the employee said, "I did as you instructed, sir."

"You've done a wonderful job. Thank you." The man then dismissed the worker to watch Alfred eat his ice-cream.

Once he was done, Alfred stopped in front of the door to the shop, suddenly remembering Matthew. "Wow, dude! You won't believe this! I just got a lot of ice cream for free."

"I-I told you. A-are you still hungry?"

"Hmm, yeah, do you know any other good places?"

"Y-yeah. Near that ice-cream shop is a McDonald's; all you h-have to do is walk straight ahead."

"Okay!" Alfred hummed a cheerful tune as he followed Matthew's directions and made it to his destination. He ordered what he would usually get, and was surprised to find everything was free again. Now beginning to grow suspicious, Alfred ate his meal, keeping an eye out to see if it happened to anyone else. He was the only one who didn't have to pay for his food, however.

Alfred swallowed his food and picked up his phone.

"Mattie, something weird is going on. I'm getting a lot of free things but I'm the only one. Everyone else has to pay, why?

"I-I don't know, A-Al. Maybe it's one of those thousandth customer gets e-everything free things."

"Oh yeah! They must be, like, celebrating something. Dude, you're so smart!"

"No, y-you are. You're th-the genius th-that graduated at nineteen."

"That's not what we're talking about, though!"

"Oh, j-just be quiet and e-eat your food."

"I'm actually done. Hey, do you know of any good pet stores around?"

"Y-yeah, th-there's one two blocks t-to your left."

"Thanks. Well, I have to hang up now so that I can save my battery. Call me when your plane gets here."

"W-will do, bye." Hanging up the phone, Matthew smiled at how predictable Alfred was. However, that did work to his advantage. In fact, Matthew wasn't even on a plane, he hadn't been since twelve.

Matthew, knowing Alfred would be late, paid a visit to the local flower shop to pick something up for a certain American. He held the bouquet of flowers behind him as he walked towards the heavily populated square and watched Alfred enter the store. He had already made sure that they would give Alfred a great discount on whatever he bought.

Yes, Matthew Williams was behind everything that was happening to Alfred. Everything from the free ice-cream, the free food and now the discount pet supplies was all Matthew's doing. Matthew wanted to make sure Alfred was all softened up for when he confessed again.

Smiling and rocking back and forth on his feet, Matthew waited for Alfred to emerge. A few minutes later, the male did indeed come out of the store with a smile on his face. Alfred picked up his phone again and dialled Matthew's number.

"Matthew, dude, this place is awesome!"

"I'm glad you're having a g-great time, A-Al."

"Yeah, I can't wait to see you! Wait, aren't you on a plane?"

"Yes, but it just arrived. I'm taking you towards the airport now, so you don't have to wait anymore; turn around and walk straight." Alfred went on his tippy toes and tried to find the airport. This however, proved to be a challenge. Matthew giggled when he saw the other trying to crane his neck and look for where the Canadian supposedly was.

"Oh, yeah, I see the airport! I'm heading there right now. Bye!" He put his phone in his pocket and made his way to the airport, and also unknowingly straight to where Matthew was waiting. Making his way through the crowd, Alfred smiled happily, but his mood quickly dropped when his phone rang.

"Hello?" Alfred answered.

"Mr Jones."

"P-President Kirkland?! W-why do you have my phone number?!"

"You're using the company phone, and thank you for answering. Now I can warn you that I'm tracking your phone right this minute."

Panicking, Alfred turned and ran, going the opposite way he was supposed to. This, however, didn't stop him from tossing his phone away.

Matthew watched as Alfred threw the phone. He had heard everything, considering Alfred was only a foot away, but the American hadn't noticed due to the amount of people passing by. The one detail that really confused Matthew was why Alfred had fled and threw the phone.

Why did he not need the phone anymore? As far as Matthew knew, Alfred was still working for and living with Arthur.

Boy, was he in for a shock when he found out what had happened while he was gone.

With a sad smile, Matthew walked over to a trash can and threw away the flowers. He turned and looked to the direction Alfred had run towards.

"Just one more step, and you would have b-been mine..." Matthew reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. He had to call his brother. Though he did not trust him, he still needed someone to talk to.

"Oh, Mathieu, welcome back." Francis hugged his little brother tenderly. The other awkwardly returned it.

"Y-yeah, n-nice to see you too, brother..."

"What is wrong? You seem a little down."

"It's a long story."

"Does it have anything to do with the fact that your little boyfriend didn't pick you up?"

"H-he's not my boyfriend yet, a-and yeah..."

"Well, let big brother Francis know."

"Well, you know how Alfred came here pretty late, like always?"

"Oui."

"Well, I tried to find my own way to woo him, but it didn't go as planned."

"How so?"

"Well, I planned out everything before he even woke up, I think. I waited for him to call, telling me he was going to be late, and when he got to the airport I told him my plane had been delayed so he could hang out around the square near the airport.

After that, I told him to go to this ice cream place and get every flavor. I paid for it, but he didn't know that, so he thought it was a happy hour where everyone got something for free. I watched him eat the ice cream happily. It kind of felt like we were o-on a d-d-date... After w-we were done with that he said he was hungry, so I told him where McDonald's was.

A-again I paid for everything, and when he got suspicious I-I managed to convince him that it was nothing more than a coincidence. Then he went to a pet store and bought some supplies, which I paid half for so that he could get a discount. E-everything I did was to make him happy. He didn't know I was there, watching him the whole time and leading him to the center of the square.

W-when he got out of the pet store, I was waiting for him. I was only a few feet away, and I had a bouquet. I was going to confess again… Then, when he was just one step away from me, he gets a phone call from Mr Kirkland and goes running..."

"Oh, my poor little brother! The fates are not doing their job right! But I have to say, I'm impressed with your plan. If I were him, I would have fallen head over heels at such a cute gesture."

"Yeah... Man, t-to think, if he had just seen me before that phone call things would be so different."

"There, there, you'll have many other chances. As for now, we should get you settled into your apartment again. There might be another surprise waiting for you there."

"Oh boy..." Matthew said, hoping that the surprise would somehow cheer him up. When they reached the apartment, Francis opened the door for Matthew. He gave his brother a wink and let him to go inside.

The first thing Matthew noticed was the sound of the TV and someone munching on food. As the Canadian walked further inside, he saw Alfred sitting on the couch. Matthew stood there for a few seconds, dumbfounded.

"Um, A-Al?" Matthew muttered, trying to get his friend's attention.

"DUUUDE," Alfred yelled as he clumsily ran over and gave his best friend a hug. "I'm totally sorry for not picking you up! I had something to do last minute."

Matthew gave a closed eyes smile. He knew that the man hugging him was lying. "Th-that's fine, b-but why are you here?"

"Oh, well, I guess it's story time already..."

"Story time? W-what happened?"

"Well, umm, that's the thing...Wow, I have a lot to explain..."

"W-what?"

"Well, first you need to sit down, okay?"

"O-okay..." Matthew placed his luggage to the side and took a seat in a recliner, which faced the couch Alfred was now sitting on. Francis took this time to escort himself out of the building, going to take care of some business. Alfred and Matthew didn't notice him leave, of course, as they were too focused on what was going in front of them.

"Well, where to start? While you were gone, I had to be his secretary; that much you already knew. During that time, since you weren't around, the president started acting weird. On the first day of November he got a cold, so, like a hero, I took care of him. But then he started saying weird things...

Then we got into a fight and all that stuff, and then a bunch of other things started happening. The next thing I knew, I was lonely again since I didn't want to be close to the president while you were gone. So, I started to hang out with Francis. Everything was great… but the president got weirder.

After I was done eating and hanging out with Francis, the president gave me the rest of the day off and told me to return to the car at a certain time. Soon enough, I figured out it was because he had planned a secret date for us. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I didn't know what it was until he told me at the end, plus I kinda brought his dad along by accident.

Ah, wait, I'm getting off track! Anyways, long story short, after his dad left he confessed that he liked me. So, I quit my job, ran away from their home, and now I'm living with you so they can't find me! Isn't that great?!" Alfred extended his arms out with a fake smile and laughed nervously.

"A-Al, w-why did you do that? Th-this doesn't make any sense!" Matthew replied worriedly, seeing the regret in his eyes. He had to keep up the act that he didn't know about Arthur and his situation.

"Oh yeah, dang, I forgot one more thing; Arthur and I were never in a relationship in the first place, i-isn't that sad? I-I was pulled into this whole scandal to keep my job... A-and now, I-I still lost my dream job because of him... My life sucks, and it's sad..." Alfred's cheerful façade was beginning to deteriorate more and more as he continued to talk about his life.

Acknowledging his friend was trying to make the best of the situation, Matthew couldn't help but feel bad as well. Everything that could have happened while he was away happened. Alfred's feelings for his old boss developed further without him realizing it, and Arthur had confessed his love to Alfred. Knowing this, he felt devastated.

Matthew could only imagine how Francis was feeling. He stood up and went to give Alfred a hug. Neither of them spoke for a while, but they both knew that was a good thing. As Alfred sadly hugged him back, Matthew could only feel his heart slowly breaking as well.

After hearing how Alfred had rejected Arthur, Matthew found himself wondering, what if it was him? How would Alfred react? He let Alfred go and gave him a smile, and then sat down next to him.

"Alfred, y-you don't have a sad life at all. L-let me tell you a story about s-someone I know."

"Okay…"

"Once, there was this guy wh-who was in love with one of his friends. The day he finally managed to confess to his friend, sh-she got into an accident and forgot all about the confession."

"Wow. What happened after that?"

"Well, after that, the guy never told his friend how he felt again. But he was always there whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on. He never stopped giving up hope that one day she might like him. Then came the day where the girl needed him the most, but he had to leave shortly after because he had to do something.

In the meanwhile, another guy came to sweep her off her feet. And when the original guy came back, the girl was starting to show strong feelings for the other without even realizing it. The guy now knew he had competition.

To try and win her heart, the guy took her on a secret date. On this date, she wasn't aware that the guy was there. All the girl knew was that she was at a mall, doing some errands before meeting him somewhere. Every place she went, they would give her discounts or things for free.

At her last stop, the guy waited in the center of the mall for her to arrive. He saw her heading right for him so he decided to call her, telling her to look straight ahead. The girl did so, but just as she was about to reach the guy she got a phone call from her crush that made her run to him instead.

As for the guy, in just a few more steps he would have been able to confess to her again, and maybe have a bigger chance at being her lover. But sadly, he was left alone, pining over her."

"So, what does the guy do now?"

"He kept pining over her. I don't know what happens next, since he hasn't told me yet."

"Well, I hope he gets the girl! He sounds like a sweet dude, and what he did for her was cute. I mean, who in the right mind would pass up someone as sweet as that?"

"That's the thing; she's so blinded by the other guy that she doesn't notice him anymore."

"That sucks."

"Sad, isn't it?"

"Totally, and I thought my life sucked, but man, they have a whole TV show life going on for them."

"Yes, they do, but the sad thing is, we all know how it e-ends…"

"Yeah, she ends up with the other guy who is probably a total jerk."

"E-exactly. So you see, others have the same things going on in different ways. You just have to be that happy person, always looking for a brighter path."

"Wow, thanks Mattie. You always know what to say."

"You're w-welcome, eh."

"S-so, do you, like, mind if I stay here for a while? I know this is sudden, but it'll only be for a little while until I can get a new apartment."

"I'm your best friend. I'm always happy to help you."

"Thanks, man! You're the best!"

Three days later, it was time for Matthew's welcome back party. Everything was set up for the day thanks to Alfred and Francis.

Matthew was forced to stay at home. With a smile on their faces, the two blonds setting up the party welcomed each and every one of the guests. Once that was all over and done with, it was time for Matthew to arrive.

About an hour after everyone had turned up, Alfred made sure everyone in the café was properly hidden before running over to the door, opening it happily. It wasn't who he had expected it to be, however.

Backing away slowly, Alfred saw three figures emerge from the doorway. Alfred's heart stopped for a brief second. The palms of his hands were beginning to grow clammy. Gulping with a deer caught in the headlights look, Alfred was snapped out of his frozen state when someone grabbed his arm.

Arthur aggressively pulled Alfred towards him. The other desperately tried to free himself.

"Dude, let go!" Alfred yelled at Arthur, who was keeping a firm grip on his ex-employee's arm.

"No."

"And why not? Mattie, Francis, help me! Who the hell told him I was here?!"

"I-I don't know, Al. I-I didn't even know you were having the party."

"Oui, and you know I would never tell. Now, Arthur, why don't you just come with me before you make an even bigger scene?" Francis placed his hands on Arthur's shoulders, trying to lead him away, but they were instantly slapped away by the Brit. The American in front of him was his main concern.

Softening his earlier gaze, Arthur looked almost sad, but still a little angry.

Moving his hands back to where they belonged, Arthur looked at Alfred sternly, his forever changing moods much like his father. Alfred stared at the other, forgetting that everyone else was watching, which would eventually be both Arthur and Alfred's worse nightmare later on in life.

Alfred let his eyes roam from the faces that were peeking out from their hiding places to the people who were right in front of him, unsure of what to do.

"Mr Jones," Arthur said, "I want you to look me in the eye and tell me what you wrote in that letter is or isn't true."

"Dude, can't we talk about this another time?!" Alfred replied, hoping he would be able to end this there and then. What should I do? If the others see this, then our secret will be out. Then again, if I don't say something, how will I be able to get out of this situation?

"No. I want to know right here, right now! I-I just need to know..."

"P-President Kirkland..."

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