A/N at bottom

Chapter 20

1763 (we'll be here for a while)

In the week Matthew has been in Arthur's house, he had spoken as little as possible. He wanted to fight with England, just to express some form of emotion, but he knew he'd throw a shit-fit if he yelled in front of Alfred (who completely ignores him).

But he didn't miss it. The narrowing of England's eyes when Matthew spoke. The sigh when England called out for Alfred but found Matthew instead. Yup, England sure disliked the Canadian (and Matthew disliked him right back).

So a fight (the first of many) had been inevitable.

It all started on a Thursday morning (the second Thursday Matthew spent with the Brit). On this particular morning, England lay hungover in bed (his alcoholism certainly did not help matters). Matthew, who had been waiting alone for hours for everybody to wake up, decided that we wasn't going to wait alone, hungry, in the dark just for England to wake up, Alfred to ignore him, and be forced to eat disgusting food that England attempted to cook.

So he took matters into his own hands. He remembered learning to cook from Francis (not to mention his cooking adventures with Ludwig and Romano... god, he missed them). So, what the hell? It wasn't like England was going to have the energy to yell at him in his current state.

Matthew cooked breakfast in high spirits that morning. A wonderful, French breakfast that he was sure England would have hated. He was careful not to wake anyone up, but Alfred ran into the room regardless.

"Hey dude! Are you making food?" Matthew really didn't have the energy for this.

"Yes, and I'll even give you some if you shut up."

"Really!? That's super cool man!"

"Yes, sure. But you have to be quiet!"

"Ok, quiet, yeah, I can do that! Shhh!"

Matthew had no idea how England put up with it.

Matthew finished his cooking and put out an extra plate for Alfred, who didn't look up once the entire time. Matthew even began to write a letter to his friends before England appeared in the doorway.

"Good morning Alfred... Matthew."

"Good morning Iggy! Look, this guy here made me breakfast!"

Matthew cringed. He was "that guy" now?

For some reason, this irked England, the fact that Alfred was happy Matthew did something for him.

"Oh really? What did he make?"

"I dunno. Some French thing."

Well, this set England over the edge.

"Matthew... really?"

"Uh... yeah?"

"Alfred, please go put your plate away while I discuss something with our guest."

The second the American child left, all hell broke loose.

"Really Matthew? Are you kidding me? Are kidding me right now?"

"I-uh... what?"

"You have the audacity to bring the culture of that frog into my kitchen?"

"I'm sorry, you're upset cause I cooked breakfast?"

"Oh, of course. It's just breakfast. French breakfast with my brother. Are you out of your damn mind?"

"England, its a breakfast. Calm down. You were asleep! What was I supposed to do? Starve?"

"I... you know what? Fine. I overreacted, I didn't sleep well last night. Just... keep anything French out of my life. I don't want to deal with it. You understand? And call me Arthur."

Matthew grit his teeth.

"Yes... Arthur. Just... can you send a letter for me? I wrote one back home to my friends."

"Fine. Why not?"

Alfred walked into the room, causing an entire shift in dynamic.

"Iggy, were going to the park today, right?"

"Yes Alfred, and please, stop calling me that. Now, go get ready to leave."

Matthew quickly forgave Arth- Engl- what ever his name is over this incident. He was hungover, it was early, it was understandable. It was supposed be a one time thing.

The fights, unbeknownst to either, will only get worse.

A/N

And that's the chapter! As always, criticisms are greatly appreciated! The next chapter goes up next Friday!

Also, I started a new story if anyone is interested. It's basically about Canada, ghosts, and history. It's called:

The 5 Ghosts Canada Met Throughout His Life (And One Bonus)