I've never been really good at keeping a relationship. Like I always get dumped for some reason.

Is it because I'm boring?

Ha maybe...

I decided when I was a kid not to date until I was sixteen. Look where that got me...

I first started dating this Cuban guy, gosh I don't even remember his name. He ended it because he hated my brother. (Well pretty much everyone hates my brother actually.)

Then I dated this one Gilbert guy who broke up with me for some Lizzy chick.

After that I went out with his French friend, Francis. But I found out he was cheating on me with his wife Joanne I think...? I forgave him though so no big deal right? (I had some ice cream to tide me over)

Now I've decided no more dating because I'm just gonna get dumped sooner or later.

But I'm fine you know. Yeah. I'm almost thirty, got a good job, great house, little polar bear, and fuzzy wool sweaters.

Oh yes, I am livin the dream!

Ah not really but whatever okay...

At least I'm not the only one though.

My twin brother, Alfred, is going through a divorce right now. Yeah I know it's kind of sad but it's sort of like being dumped right? (I don't know I've never been divorced before, or married obviously!) It's hard for them thought cause she lives in Britain and he lives in N.Y.C, so their little six year old has been bounced around a lot.

And guess where his base is?

My house!

Yeah but I don't mind little Petey much. He's a cutie and I've always wanted children. But the whole birthing process kind of scares me.

Alice brought him over here earlier, she looked tired as always. Dealing with her big job and her son must be difficult. Also the divorce paperwork and whatnot. Or maybe the flight here on her jet? Well I'm not sure how long it takes to fly from UK to Canada...

"Aunty Maddy!" Peter cheered, I could hear a slight Brit accent in his voice, Alfie was gonna be pissed.

Before she walked out the door I called, "Uh anything for Al...?"

She looked over at me with a sort of grim look like she might say something, but then she just shut her mouth again and handed me some pink papers, "Have Alfred look over these, they're the custody papers."

I couldn't help but frown. Aw Peter, poor little guy.

She gave her son one last hug and kiss, then she was out of here. I glanced down at the excited little boy by my leg, carrying his luggage and looking up at me with his flurry eyebrows and blue Alfred eyes. I held the sheets of paper closer to my chest and sighed.

"Come on Petey! Let's go make some pancakes!" We started to the kitchen as I placed the papers on the coffee table.

In about three hours my brother was knocking on the door. Pete knew it was him because he always knocks the McDonald's song.

"Dad!"

"Hey kiddo!" He picked up the boy and gave him a stapling hug, "I missed ya kid!"

I watched them laugh with a slight smile on my face. Those two were so playful together. I wished I'd have something like that someday.

He put the child down and went over to me, "Hey Mad!" He made sure to make it extra strangely.

"H-hey Al." I breathed, God Alfred sure had a grip.

He chuckled finally letting go and lifting his leg up to see a little clinger around his ankle.

"Wee!" Peter sang happily, he was easy to entertain, especially with his dad.

Al was still chuckling. I loved it when he was reunited with his boy, he was joyful and not depressed like he usually was when he came over. But then he set a serious gaze on me, "Any papers this time?"

My grin turned to an immediate frown again as I grabbed the custody papers and handed them to him.

All the happiness drained from his face, "What?!"

"Uh Pete go pick up your things kay?" He was then gone to the guest room to clean up his toys.

Alfred sat down on the couch looking a bit devastated, "But why? We're doing fine the way it is now!"

"No we aren't." I sat beside him, "He can't keep going back and forth. He's gonna start school soon and moving around too much could mess him up."

"I know that," He sighed, "I just don't want to never see my kid again ya know."

"It's not gonna be like that!" I had read some of the papers, "He could see you every once in awhile if you loose. But if you win-"

"What are the chances of me winning?" He put his head in his hands, "I couldn't do that to him or her. He needs his ma... And I still love her, you know that..." I could tell he was holding back tears, I tried to comfort him.

"But you're a good dad too you know." I patted his back, "You're a good papa!"

He let out a small chuckle, "Ha ha thanks Mad." I chuckled too.

"Dad?" Peter was standing in the doorway with his bags ready, "Why are you sad?"

"Hmm what? Who's sad?!" He was back right then and there, Al knew never to let his depression out when his kid was around.

"I thought you were sad."

"Nope just a bit sleepy!" He pretended to yawn and put him on his shoulders, "Alright! Next stop America!" He started to the door as I followed behind with Peter's suitcases.

The boy jumped into the limousine- gosh I wish I had that kind of luxury. All I had was a dumpy old pick up. But Alfred and Alice worked for their governments so of course they were loaded. I guess that's how they met too. But my red truck was pretty sturdy so I wasn't complaining.

Alfred closed the door -as Peter waved goodbye with a juice box in his mouth- and took the bags from me, putting them in the dark trunk. He gave me one last brotherly hug.

"You gonna be okay sis?"

"Yeah of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well because you know..." He looked at me worriedly, "Mom and dad's anniversary."

Oh maple! I had totally forgotten!

"O-h of course! Yeah I'll see you there!" I laughed nervously.

"It's this Wednesday Mads."

Dammit!

"Look if you can't find a date maybe you should go to E-Harmony or something."

"No! I-I'll find a date the normal way!" He could probably hear the fear in my voice.

"Alright..." He gave me another hug, "Good luck."

Pretty soon I was waving them off like always. Once I saw the car was gone I dashed through the snow and back into the cabin.

How could I forget my own parents' anniversary! (It was usually Alfred that forgot! Not me!)

Every year my mom and dad would have a big party for their anniversary in- my dad's home country- Sweden. (We have Christmas in Finland for mom though) Coincidentally, that day is on the day of love.

Valentines day.

In about three days...

So I was going to have to find a date in three days or less.

Oh boy...

Every other year I would just make excuses and say, "Oh I just couldn't find one ma." Or "Just tryin to be daddy's little girl!"

This time they weren't going to take it since Alfred was getting a divorce. They wanted me to be dating about so then I'd find my 'Soul mate~!' like they did.

How the heck am I supposed to find a date?! I haven't dated in like nine years!

I flopped onto the sofa stuffing a throw pillow in my face.

What was I going to do?

Hey guys! Hope you like this story so far! I have no idea why I decided to write it I just did! :D Sorry to all you UsUk fans, but don't worry~ I got dis all planned out! (Eheh sorta... ^^;) Anyway I'll try to update soon! See ya! :3

Madeline/Mad/Mads/Maddy= Fem!Canada

Alfred/Al/Alfred/Alfie= America

Alice/Ali= Fem!UK

Peter/Pete/Petey= Sealand