My mind went to weird places and then I found this semi-normal idea. Yay for something not depressing and angsty and makes you all hate me for once! XD So enjoy!

"Well I raised him!"

"But you gave him to me and I probably saved him from becoming as perverted as you!"

"Dudes, obviously since I'm Mattie's brother, he mine!"

"This doesn't concern you Alfred!"

"Maple… My family is so weird…" Click, click, click, click.

Currently, Arthur and Francis were arguing… again. Really, it's nothing that weird. Everyone knew how much they supposedly hated each other (and meanwhile Alfred and Matthew were just thinking "Oh my God you oblivious morons! Just kiss already!" …Not that Alfred had any right to speak. He couldn't even admit his feelings for a certain Russian psychopath). Except this argument… well, it differed from their normal arguments.

This argument occurred only rarely, but it usually happened during a family outing… which Alfred usually initiated. This particular argument was not one ever heard by the other nations, but Alfred and Matthew certainly heard it. All the time. This argument was about who Matthew "belonged" to, in a sense, and who he should love more.

Currently, the argument was taking place inside Francis's house. It was just after a picnic and now they were, well, where they are now. As always, Francis and Arthur were arguing. Alfred was just watching, amused, and occasionally brought in his own little comments before being told "THIS DOESN'T CONCERN YOU!" Matthew was just sitting there, tapping away on his phone, and ignoring the two of them.

"Well, I remember him more, non? You can see those fake magical creatures of yours, but you can't even see the other boy you raised!" Francis claimed. "And even when you do see him, you immediately think that he's that idiotic American!"

"You only recognize him because of his, and I quote, 'luxurious hair that is so much like your own'!" Arthur retorted. "And I don't always think he's Alfred!"

"Oh really? Name one time!"

"I, that, that's not the point!"

"Aha! So you admit you always forget him!"

"Well you only care about his looks, not him as a person!"

"You take that back rosbif!"

"Dudes, why don't you just ask Mattie himself?" Alfred cut in. Matthew looked up at the sound of his name. He had been completely ignoring the argument so he didn't exactly know what was going on now.

"Eh? What is it?" He asked in his usual whisper.

"Who do you love more?" Francis and Arthur demanded. Matthew began to sweat profusely and looked down at his phone with an almost desperate expression on his face.

"Err… you see… that's kind of… uhmm…." He stammered.

Ding dong!

Matthew's face brightened considerably and he hopped out of his seat. He stuffed his phone into his pocket as he put on his shoes before he swung open the door where a certain albino Prussian was standing.

"Hey Birdie, I'm here to save you like you asked!" Gilbert Beilschmidt exclaimed. Matthew nodded rapidly and grabbed his arm as he dragged him away from the house.

"Yeah, let's just go on our date, bye Dad! Bye Papa!" Matthew called into his house, ignoring Gilbert's questions of what was going on.

Meanwhile, Francis and Arthur looked at each other in bewilderment. First of all, their innocent and adorable son didn't answer their question. Second, he escaped with someone else. Third, the someone else was an arrogant albino Prussian that he was dating.

This does not compute.

"Truce?" Francis said, breaking the silence as he turned to look at Arthur.

"Truce," Arthur agreed.

"We're beating up that bastard for even looking at Mattie aren't we?" Alfred asked, looking at the both of them. They nodded.

"Definitely," Arthur replied.