"This tastes great! Much better than Dad's food. Thanks, Papa!" Young Alfred said happily as he munched on some breakfast his one father, Francis, had made. His older brother, only older by about a year, sat next to him, enjoying his own food in silence.

     Their other father, Arthur, flinched by Alfred's words, "Er, are you sure you mean 'much better'?" He asked.

     Alfred nodded his head, "Yup! Compared to this, your food tastes like dirt! Don't ask me how I know..."

     Francis chuckled, "Thank you, Alfred child." Arthur rolled his eyes and started to eat his breakfast.

     Matthew watched his parents as he ate and saw Francis stand behind Arthur with his hand on his shoulder, making Arthur blush as he squeezed slightly. He also noticed a hazy pink color glow beneath his shirt. The same happened to Francis. I wonder where my soul-mate person is... He wondered. His stone felt cool, but not nearly as cold as Alfred.

     Alfred, however, was completely oblivious to his parents' actions. He was scarfing down his food while mindlessly thinking about what he was going to do that day. Maybe I can adventure in the woods with Mattie if we aren't going anywhere! If Dad says no again, I'll ask Papa this time! You know what? I'm just going to ask Papa, no need to check in with Dad, cause he's always in a bad mood! Well, unless if he doesn't see Mattie and I when he's alone with Francis. Then things get weird. I'll always be there for Mattie if he doesn't know if awkward stuff is happening! He always had those thoughts when Francis got flirty with Arthur, and the two would end up cuddling on the couch talking about senseless things in life.

     "What do you mean, frog?!" Arthur snapped Alfred out of his thoughts to see him glaring at Francis.

     "I was just thinking, mon amour, that maybe we should-"

     "Moving to America is a stupid idea. America, of all places! I understand France, or somewhere else in England, heck, bloody Canada makes more sense than America! At least you have an aunt there!" Matthew did not like it when they argued, but Alfred was rather amused by them.

     "Well, what about for the sake of Alfred's and Matthew's future? It's obvious that their own amours aren't in Europe, especially Alfred's, and I refuse to believe that he will live a loveless life."

     Arthur sighed, "Bloody hell, Francis, Alfred's only six years old! He's too young for any sort of non-platonic love, and so is Matthew!"

     Francis leaned on Arthur's chair, "I know, I know... Maybe I'm just overreacting again..."

     "Of course you are."

     Again? What does he mean? Did he talk about this before? Matthew wondered, but Alfred was giggling at Arthur's silly-looking face, especially his eyebrows. Matthew sighed. He's always so easily-amused...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     "Come on, Mattie, lets go!" Alfred said as he ran outside, one of his shoes still untied.

     "Alfred, tie your shoe, it's not very safe..." Matthew said as he followed his brother outside, "If you don't know how, I can do it for you." He teased.

     Alfred's face flushed, "Hey, I know how to tie my shoes! Watch me!" He sat down on the grass and began to tie the laces. Eventually, it all ended up in one large messy knot. "See? I can do stuff!"

     Matthew rolled his eyes. "Anyways, what are you planning to do?"

     Alfred smiled, "Follow me!" He raced over to the backyard woods and grabbed two large sticks, tossing one towards Matthew, but it only made it half the distance from where he was at. "We're going on an adventure!"

     Matthew picked up the stick that Alfred threw. "Well, don't get stuck in poison ivy-"

     "Matthew."

     "What?"

     "That's only in North America. Stop reading books, it's unhealthy."

     Matthew face palmed. "Anyways, what I'm trying to say is be careful for once in your life."

     "Pfft! Careful is my middle name!" Alfred boasted.

     "Don't lie, it's not very healthy." Matthew stated. "Plus, your middle name is Freedom or Foster or whatever it is, it's as hard to remember as the name of my bear, Kumobaro or whatever."

     "Just shut up and lets go!" Alfred jumped into the woods, and with a sigh, Matthew followed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     "MATTIE, HEY MATTIE, LOOK! IT'S A LAKE!" Alfred yelled.

     Matthew walked over to his brother and saw what he was pointing at. "Alfie?" He started.

     Alfred looked up at him with excitement in his eyes, "Yeah?"

     "That's a stream, you idiot."

     Alfred shrugged. "Eh, lake, stream, river, pond, puddle, all the same thing!"

     "You should read more. Not reading is unhealthy."

     "Reading is unhealthy if all you read about are maple trees and polar bears!" Alfred giggled.

     Matthew looked over Alfred's shoulder. "Hey Alfie."

     "What?"

     "There's a ghost behind you."

     "WHAT?!" Alfred squealed. Before Matthew could tell him that he was joking, Alfred was already running back towards the house after he dropped his stick. Matthew chuckled and followed him at a walking pace.

     He heard a voice. Matthew stopped to look around. No one was there. "H-hello?" He called out quietly. His heartbeat slowly got faster and louder, and he could tell that his stone is a spiking yellow color.

     He stood there for at least five whole minutes before he decided that his mind was playing tricks on him. He sighed, trying to calm down, and walked back towards the house. However, he couldn't help think about what the voice that he heard had said.

     "Your stone is a little chilly. When you grow up, come over to Canada and I can help you with that."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     When Matthew got back to the house, he saw Alfred hugging Arthur, who was trying to calm him down as Alfred told him about the ghost Matthew had made up. Matthew decided to let him be, and left to go find Francis. He found him inside chilling on the couch. "Papa? When you were talking about moving to America, did you think about visiting Canada anytime soon?"

     Francis tilted his head. "I thought about it, but chose not to. Why?"

     Matthew shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I like what I hear about Canada from books, but we don't have to go there if it's too much trouble..."

     Francis chuckled, "Maybe you'll be able to go there once you're older, Matthieu." Matthew doesn't really care for Francis' french accent all too much, but maybe he could learn french someday. They use it in Canada, so why not?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     "Mattie?" Alfred whispered from his bed, the top bunk of the bunk bed.

     "What?" Matthew answered, annoyed.

     "C-can we make a fort tonight? I don't want that ghost to hurt me-er-you."

     Matthew sighed. "No, Alfred, I made the ghost up."

     Alfred gasped. "You created the ghost? Why would you do that? Are you Satan?"

     "Wha-Alfred, no! You idiot, the ghost isn't real!" Matthew pulled his blanket over his head, "Go to sleep!"

     Alfred was silent for a few moments. Eventually. He took his pillow and threw it towards Matthew's face. "Matthew, you meanie, you know I'm scared of that stuff!"

     Matthew chuckled, "I know, and now you don't have a pillow!"

     "W-wha? But, Mattie, I need that!"

     "Too bad, you're not getting it!"

     Alfred groaned, "Why though?"

     A few moments of silence passed again, and Matthew sat up to put the pillow back on Alfred's bed. Normally, he would keep whatever he threw at him and keep it for days, but he needed to know something. "Alfred? Do you ever wonder about who your soulmate will be?"

     Alfred chuckled, "Not really, why?"

     Matthew paused. "Well, I have a feeling that mine's in Canada..." He looked up at the bottom of Alfred's bed, "Do you think you will have one?"

     "I dunno, but if I do, then it will be a very lucky person!"

     Matthew sighed, "But seriously, Alfie, have you thought about it?"

     "Of course I have, but Mattie, seriously. I'm only six, and you're seven. Why would I want to fall in love right now?" Alfred said in a flat tone.

     "Well, I dunno, I think I'm just being stupid again."

     "Like always!"

     "Oh shut up!"

     Matthew didn't get a very good sleep that night as the voice constantly echoed through his head. Im only seven. What's wrong with you?