Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warnings: Some cursing and darker themes. Short. My grammar bad.

Please Read: Probably won't be updated often. The thought process for this fanfiction is random. But it does come. Focus now on trying to update more of my fanfiction.

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No Sanity

(Where's Normal when you need it?)

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There were some days when even Arthur and Francis couldn't help but question the sanity of their adoptive parents.

Sure, Alfred was a little out there with his big, strange ideas, and his loud voices, and his playfulness, but when hockey came on, the world flipped on its side.

Matthew became the strange one.

Armed with a bloodied hockey stick (Alfred flinched at the sight of it), the normally quiet of the two laughing manically as the hockey games went into full swing. His feet tapping with energy, and Alfred's odd tip-toeing around his brother were nothing compared to what happened twenty-minutes into the showdown.

Matthew lost it.

Literally.

His hockey stick wedged into the TV, when his favorite team lost.

It was scary as hell.

The saying 'it's always the quiet one's' ingraining its self into their minds permanently.

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Author's Note: Bit choppy, and short, but I really want to finish re-editing the previous chapters of the fanfictions currently posted while working on the next chapters of my other fanfiction.

Hopefully, it doesn't suck too much….

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