Alfred smiled as he exited the car with Arthur. He reached out and took the other man's hand in his own and he led him to the restaurant- it was here that they would have their date tonight and Arthur blushed a little when he noticed the name of it.

"Isn't this a little expensive?" Arthur asked hesitantly as they walked inside.

"Nah!" Alfred waved away his concern and kissed his hand with a smile, "Only the best for you!"

Arthur blushed when his hand was kissed but he looked the interior of the restaurant. It was large with many tables and the customers dining there were mainly couples. He smiled a little and allowed the head waiter to lead them to their table. They both sat down and the menus were passed to them and when Arthur looked at the prices, he gave Alfred a look that suggested 'you were wrong, this is bloody expensive!' but the American just smiled like he did before and ordered their drinks. When the waited left, Alfred looked across the table and continued to smile that smile that Arthur loved so much.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Arthur asked. Alfred's smile faded a little and he frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"This place... you know it's expensive... and yet you still bring me here. Why?"

"Am I not allowed to treat my boyfriend?" Alfred asked and the smile returned. Arthur bit his lip.

"You know... I don't know what I did to deserve you."

Alfred smiled, "Well... I don't know what I did to deserve you but whatever it was it must have been awesome!"

Arthur smiled and looked down at the menu again. Nothing was cheap and he tried to find the meal that would cost the least but when he did, it didn't make him feel any better.

Their drinks were brought over after a moment and Alfred asked for a few more minutes to decide on what they wanted. He sipped his soda and looked at Arthur then looked down again. He looked nervous and the Brit picked up on that. He reached across the table and took hold of Alfred's hand in his own and gave it a squeeze, "Alfred... what's wrong?"

"Nothing! I'm, uh... I'm just thinking..."

"About what?" he asked and kept a comforting grip on his hand. Alfred returned the pressure and he finally looked up at him.

"Arthur... I wanna ask you something..."

"What is it?" Arthur asked, growing more and more concerned. Alfred gave his hand a squeeze.

"Artie... I brought you here tonight because I want to ask you something... you don't have to answer me now but I'd like you to think about it..." he paused and he looked into Arthur's green eyes. The concern was clear on his expression and Alfred decided to stop stalling and just say it, "Artie... do you wanna move in with me?"

Arthur's expression changed from one of concern to one of surprise. It took a moment for it to sink in. Alfred asked him to move in with him... move in as if to live together. Be together all the time; all day every day.

He liked the sound of that.

"Alfred..."

"You don't have to answer me now!" the American said quickly. He laughed a little nervously, "You can totally think about it."

"Alfred—"

"A-and if you don't want to that's totally okay!"

"Alfred!"

The American stopped rambling and blinked at the man in front of him. Arthur smiled and he gave his hand yet another squeeze, "Alfred, would you just shut up for a moment and let me speak?"

Alfred nodded and Arthur took that as a sign to continue, "Alfred... I would love to move in with you, but is it really okay?"

Alfred's eyes lit up at the answer and he nodded quickly, "Yeah! Sure it's okay! Matt won't mind!"

"You haven't asked him?"

"No, but he likes you! He won't mind..."

Arthur shook his head, "Alfred... I'd love to live with you... I really would, but I don't know if I could without knowing if you're brother is alright with it or not."

Alfred blinked, "But..."

"No buts... Al... would it be better if... if you moved in with me instead?"

"Huh?"

"I live alone... it would be less hassle to come and live with me instead... well, I have a cat but he won't mind—"

"Just like Matt would—"

"No Alfred... it isn't the same... so, would you prefer to move in with me?"

"I'd live anywhere with you," the American smiled and he leaned across the table for a kiss. Arthur met him half way and kissed him back with a small smile. When they pulled away, Alfred held his hand again.

"Is that a yes?" Arthur asked and Alfred nodded happily.

"This didn't go as I planned but sure Artie, I asked you to move in with me because I love you. And I wanna spend the rest of my life with you..."

"I love you too Alfred... I love you too..."

He kissed him again and the waiter came over to take their order.

Light kisses trailed along the soft skin of his boyfriend. Fingers entwined and their bodies pressed up close to each other. Arthur let out a small moan as his American boyfriend sucked and nipped on his weak spot. He felt him smile against his skin and when he pulled away, the smile broadened when he was satisfied with the fairly large hickey he had placed on his neck.

Arthur took a breath and when he composed himself he looked at Alfred with narrowed eyes, "You're very naughty tonight, Alfred."

The American just grinned, "Am I not allowed to ravish my boyfriend? 'Cause if you say no, sweetheart, I'm not going to listen."

"Not on the doorstep, you're not!" Arthur huffed and when Alfred moved in for another kiss, he ducked away from him and put his hand on the door handle. He shook his head, "Patience, Alfred... I don't want the whole street to see what we get up to..."

Alfred chuckled and placed the key into the lock and turned it. The locked clicked open and Alfred took the Englishman's hand again and led him inside. Once the door was shut, Alfred moved in for a kiss once again and this time Arthur let him. He met him half way and their lips connected in a passionate kiss. Arthur moved his arms around Alfred's neck and the America n in return placed his arms around his waist. The kiss was deepened and Alfred shoved his tongue into Arthur's mouth without warning. The Brit's eyes widened slightly but he did nothing to stop it. He felt Alfred smirk against his lips and when he was to insert his own tongue into the American's mouth, the lights flickered on and both men tore away from each other.

Alfred looked over at the culprit and sighed, "Geez, Mattie... don't scare us like that!"

Matthew didn't reply straight away. He remained still on the chair and looked at the two of them. His eyes lingered on Arthur for a moment then he looked at his brother. He finally spoke, "Did you have a nice date?"

"Yeah!" Alfred said happily and took hold of Arthur's hand. He gave it a squeeze and he looked at the Englishman with a smile, "It was great and guess what?"

Matthew paused, "...What?"

"Me and Artie are moving in together! I first asked him to move in here but I forgot to ask him but he said it would be better for me to go with him instead so that's what we did!" Alfred said excitedly.

"Really? Well... that's nice... congratulations..." Matthew's gaze rested on Arthur once again and he watched the couple. Alfred looked at Arthur with such love in his eyes that it made the other brother wonder why he couldn't have someone love him like Alfred loved Arthur. Arthur blushed a little when Alfred moved in for a kiss and after a moment, Matthew had to clear his throat because once again, they had forgotten they were there, "You know... it would be nice if you didn't just make out in the middle of the hall..."

"Ooops! Sorry bro. I forgot about you for a minute there!" Alfred laughed.

"You always forget about me..." Matthew muttered.

"Huh?"

"I said you always forget about me!" Matthew shouted and both Alfred and Arthur flinched. It was very unlike Matthew to shout and this came as a great shock. Arthur didn't speak but Alfred frowned.

"Dude, what's up?" he asked and took a step forward but the glare Matthew gave him made him stop in his tracks.

"You never notice me!" Matthew said as he stood up, "You never acknowledge me! Especially now that you're dating him!" he looked at Arthur, who looked down.

"Are you jealous?" Alfred asked, not really believing what he was hearing but Matthew shook his head.

"No, not jealous... disappointed..."

"Disappointed about what?"

Matthew took a few steps forward and he pointed at Arthur with a dark expression, "Disappointed that he didn't tell you that we dated."

"...Wait..." Alfred looked at Arthur and the Brit looked like he'd been punched in the gut. He now remembered... and he was shocked at himself for even forgetting.

He now remembered dating someone who looked very much like Alfred but it wasn't serious... at least he didn't think it was. The guy was quiet... very quiet- more so than himself- and very easily overlooked. He often said that many people forgot he was in the room or that he was with them and then he would often end up getting left behind. He now remembered that he had in fact dated Alfred's brother and the guilt bubbled up inside of him.

"Matthew... I... I don't know what to say..."

"Do you realise how hard the last couple of months have been?" Matthew asked, "I've sat here and watched you fall in love with my brother and you didn't even know who I was when we met..."

"Why did you not say anything?" Arthur asked. Alfred stood beside him, shell-shocked that his brother and his boyfriend had currently dated. He couldn't believe that no one had told him.

"I shouldn't have to!" Matthew raged. He clutched his hair and took a deep breath before getting himself composed but the dark look remained. It made Arthur nervous and it was then that he realised what was happening.

"No... Matthew, please tell me it's not that..."

"Sorry Arthur... I don't wanna do it but I have to... this is how it's supposed to go."

"Wait... what's happening?" Alfred asked, getting over his bewilderment. Arthur looked at his boyfriend and he looked afraid. What would this do for their relationship? Not just their own relationship, but Alfred's relationship with his brother. This cannot end well at all.

Matthew moved to the couch again and picked up something from behind it. When he turned around, Alfred noticed that he was holding his favourite hockey stick and it was then that he finally realised what was happening too.

"Matt... I can't... it was bad enough with that girl but... but you're my brother. I can't do it... I won't do it..."

"You don't have a choice, Alfred," Matthew said and began to approach the couple. Alfred instinctively moved in front of Arthur and glared at his brother. Something wasn't right; he had never seen Matthew like this before. He was usually the quiet, soft-spoken guy that would never harm anyone. He didn't understand why this was happening. Couldn't they just talk things through? Why did everything have to resort to violence?

Matthew moved closer to the couple and reached out before Alfred could stop him. He grabbed hold of Arthur's wrist and pulled him away from the protection of the American. Alfred protested and reached for him but he was too late. Matthew pushed Arthur down on the couch and pointed the hockey stick at him and glared, "Don't move..."

Arthur looked too horrified and still shocked at the behaviour of the other brother and he reached out for him, "Matthew, please... I don't want you both to fight..."

"Shut up! Just shut up and don't get involved!"

"But I am involved! This whole thing is my fault!" he moved to stand up but Matthew pushed him back down with the hockey stick.

"Don't move!" he snapped and he looked at Alfred, who didn't know what to do. He looked horrified at the treatment his boyfriend was receiving and he wondered how long Matthew had been bottling up all this anger.

"Mattie, you need to calm down..." Alfred tried but Matthew just laughed.

"Calm down? How do you expect me to calm down? My brother is dating my ex-boyfriend... an ex that doesn't even remember me!" he moved forward and took a swipe at the American with his hockey stick. Alfred managed to move in time and he looked at Matthew with a horrified expression and he moved backwards to avoid him. Matthew glared and swiped again and once again Alfred managed to duck away from the attack.

"Matt, please!" he tried and held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. Matthew refused to acknowledge what he was saying and he continued to attack. He swiped and tried to get a hit but Alfred continued to back up. He hit the wall and he realised that he was trapped. Arthur could nothing but watch on as the two brothers fought it out. He knew that compared to the other exes, Matthew wasn't doing this for the same reasons as them. He was doing this for revenge against Arthur for not recognizing him. He didn't realise who he was when they came face to face and all the times they had spoken within the last couple of months, he didn't know who he was... all he knew was that he was Alfred's brother- the brother he had never seen before in his life and today he realised how wrong he was.

Alfred looked worried; Matthew didn't look as though he were going to stop. He continued trying to attack and the American kept avoiding. He reached out when the hockey stick came down on him and he took hold of it before it could strike him. Matthew frowned and tried to remove it from his brother's grip but he knew that Alfred was just too strong.

"Let go!" he hissed and tugged at it one more time. Alfred shook his head and held on tight. He refused to let him do this. He refused to take anymore of this. He refused to fight his brother over something so stupid. Matthew tugged hard one last time and he managed to get the stick out of Alfred's grip and hit him across the head with it. Alfred yelped and clutched his head; he still wasn't recovered from Ivan's attack so his head was a sensitive area.

Matthew smirked and he raised the stick again. He held it over his head to strike once again but when he tried to move it, he found he couldn't. Turning around, he saw Arthur glaring defiantly at him whilst keeping a good grip on the stick. Matthew tried to tug it away and he knew that Arthur wasn't as strong as Alfred. He tugged and tugged and tugged but Arthur held on tight. Alfred recovered from the blow and pulled Matthew away from Arthur. He slammed him into the wall and held him there while he struggled against his brother's unnatural strengths.

"Let me go!"

"No Mattie! I can't... you'll just hurt everyone! I've had enough of this! I know I'm supposed to beat you and stuff but I can't! You're not just my brother, you're my best friend! I can't hurt you like I did those other guys... I just can't do it... I can't..."

Matthew watched him for a moment and Alfred thought he had his brother back. Then his expression darkened and he started to struggle again. The Canadian wasn't stopping until he had done what he was supposed to do. He was going to win or at least he would loose knowing he tried. Alfred glared at him hardly and continued to hold him against the wall and Arthur had managed to get the hockey stick out of his grip.

"Matthew, I don't want this either. I know it was stupid of me to not recognise you but it was years ago when we dated... please understand..."

"How did you meet anyway?" Alfred asked.

"We met when I went to Canada..."

"When you went to Toronto?" Alfred asked and Matthew nodded and continued, "We met in a cafe and we started talking... and then it just happened."

Alfred nodded, "Did you ever tell him about me?"

"No... I had no reason to. He didn't ask either," Matthew said and looked at them both. Arthur kept hold of the hockey stick and looked to the floor. He felt so guilty...

The Canadian looked at them both and while Alfred was distracted, he struggled in his grip and some how he managed to get free. He punched Alfred hard across the cheek, knocking him off balance. He grabbed the hockey stick while Arthur stared in shock and moved it to strike his brother. The Brit tried to stop him but he moved too late. Matthew hit Alfred with the hockey stick again and again until the other brother had no choice but to react. He kicked the Canadian away from him and rolled on to his side. He coughed and clutched his stomach as he stood up slowly. He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at him. Matthew gathered himself up and stood also and the two brothers glared daggers at each other.

"You're fucking crazy, Matt. What's gotten in to you?"

"You don't understand what it's like to be forgotten constantly!" Matthew shouted, "All the time... constantly! People don't even know my name! Not in this street, not at work... not even you, Arthur..." he looked at the Brit and sighed lightly, "You should have at least recognized me..."

"I've said I'm sorry Matthew..." Arthur said, "Please, let's stop this... it's getting ridiculous... Alfred has done so much for me already; I couldn't bear to have him hurt his own brother."

"I can't do that..." he punched Alfred again and on instinct (because the other hadn't been expecting it) the American punched him back. Matthew fell to the ground and hit his head, causing him to fall into unconsciousness and Alfred gasped in shock.

"Mattie! Oh God..." he knelt down beside the Canadian and shook his shoulder lightly, "Mattie... Mattie please wake up... I'm sorry..."

"Alfred..." Arthur said quietly and put a hand on his shoulder. The American continued to try and wake up his brother but he wasn't succeeding. Arthur sighed, "Alfred... he'll be okay."

"I punched my brother..."

"I know... I'm really sorry... this wouldn't have happened if I hadn't have met him that day... why am I so stupid?" Arthur stood back and turned away. Alfred picked up Matthew and carried him to the couch. He lay him down carefully then walked to his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around his waist and brought Arthur close. The Brit rested his head on his shoulder and sighed heavily.

"Artie... it's not your fault... Mattie knows it's not your fault... it's just bad luck... he's used to being forgotten... he's used to it. He just... snapped, I guess..."

"Alfred... I'm sorry about everything. I'm sorry about putting you through this... you didn't deserve it..."

"You're probably right about that but you know what? I don't care. I'd do it all again, just for you."

"You wouldn't..."

"Yes, I would and you know why? Because I love you. I love you so much Arthur and I wouldn't do this for just anyone... I love you so, so much and I'd do anything for you..." Alfred sighed and gently rubbed his boyfriend's back. Arthur clutched on to him and he looked over at Matthew and even though he should feel guilty, he felt only relief.

"It's over... it's all over... we won, Alfred... we won and-and we can be normal..."

"Yeah... we did," Alfred moved away from him slightly. He looked into his eyes and placed his hands on his cheeks, then brought their lips together in a sweet kiss.

A kiss that celebrated their victory.

Alfred packed his things the next day and when Matthew apologised for everything though the tension was still present. Arthur thought it would be a good idea for Alfred to live away from his brother; it would do them good to be apart for a while and that wasn't just him being selfish... after what had happened between them it would be nice for Matthew to have some space.

The two of them drove to Arthur's house and started to unpack. Alfred carried everything into the house and he was greeted by Arthur's cat, Winston (Alfred had laughed at the name when he was told it. Arthur ignored him for two hours) rubbed up against his leg and purred. He had finally accepted that Alfred would be around for an awful long time.

"Hey buddy," Alfred knelt down and tickled behind the cat's ear. He purred loudly, against his will though, and looked at Alfred through those big green eyes, "Guess what? I'm going to be living here with you now! Isn't that awesome?"

Winston seemed to glare at him and he scurried away from the American, darting under the couch and refusing to emerge. Arthur poked his head out from the kitchen and asked, "What did you do now?"

"I aint done nothing!" Alfred protested, "I just told him I'm living here now is all!"

"Ah... he probably hates you again," Arthur concluded and went back to the kitchen. Alfred pouted for a few moments then continued to bring his boxes into the house. Arthur emerged from the kitchen after the American had brought the next box in and he gave him some soda while he sipped his tea. Arthur smiled slightly and said, "Right then... let's get unpacked."

Alfred smiled, "Yes sir!"

"Hey Alfred?"

"Hm?"

"We're going be okay... right?

"Of course... why wouldn't we be?"

Arthur paused and looked at the ceiling, "I just want us to live and not worry about anything..."

Alfred smiled and rolled onto his side. He moved one arm around Arthur's waist and he placed a kiss to his bare shoulder, "We're going to be fine, Artie... I'll make sure of that."

"Do you promise?"

"Pinky swear, hero's honour and all that good stuff," Alfred said and saluted. Arthur couldn't help but laugh at that. Alfred sighed contently, "Night Artie... I love you..." he continued and placed a lingering kiss on the Englishman's forehead. Arthur smiled sleepily and closed his eyes.

"I love you too..."

Arthur closed his eyes and moved a little closer and allowed Alfred to hold him tightly against his chest. He was warm and his embrace was comforting, protecting. He didn't doubt his words for one moment.

End.

A/N: And that's the end!

Wow... I can't believe it's over... I've had so much fun writing this! How many of you knew that Canada would be last? I know I few people have guessed that he would be!

I can't thank you enough for the reviews, the favs and whatnot. They all mean so much and that is what drove the story forward. If I could thank each and every one of you individually then I would! Just... thanks for sticking with me!

So... that's that. Hopefully you'll stay with me for my other stories too!

~Iggy :)