AN: Bonus Chapter! What would have happened if Alfred had been there before the family went out to 'lunch'.

PS: Some have asked about other countries getting their own story in this series. At this point, the countries with long stories(8 chapters) are the ones already out and the England one which will be out in time. Other countries, such as Japan, will get their own short story(2 chapters), detailing and exploring their relationship a little more in depth. With that being said, the short stories are requestable by country.

"Aw Mattie-"

"No Alfred," Matthew cuts him off with a soft smile. Alfred protests as his brother pushes him into the bathroom. He complains loudly so Matthew can hear him over the water, shouting sarcastic replies when Matthew tells him to get cleaned up instead of contemplating life in the water. Okay so maybe Matthew has to yell at him every few seconds to get clean cause Alfred gets too sidetracked by the purple rubber ducky in the shower. Come on! Purple duck!

"I'm washing Mattie!" Alfred glares at the door, playing with the loofah in his hands. He can hear Matthew chuckle on the other side. He finishes washing just to make Matthew shut up. He places the towel on his head and ruffles his hair. This lunch should be fun. He'll get to meet Oliver and Francois more so and of course Al will be there and he always makes things interesting. He smiles to himself and opens his computer only to have Matthew nearly shut it on his hands.

"Hey!" He protests but Matthew is drying his own hair, poking him to get ready and dressed. Alfred makes faces at him as he pulls on his shirt. Matthew throws a pillow at him. They walk giggling to themselves to a door that isn't Arthur's. Matthew knocks, easily ignoring the slight confused expression on Alfred's face.

"Thought it'd be better if we were there with you, instead of you two facing our parents alone." Matthew explains to Al on the other side, smirking at them both. Alfred waves inside to Matt tying up his hair with a ribbon. Alfred thinks nothing of it when Al links their arms together, choosing to just smile and laugh it off. Arthur answers the door to his room with a grimace. Alfred's expression turns sheepish. They didn't exactly talk about their fight. Luckily their awkwardness is covered by Oliver giving them all hugs. Alfred laughs and squishes the shorter man to him.

Matthew and Matt stand near the wall, whispering to each other while their parental figures talk in the kitchen. Alfred raises an eyebrow at them. He's used to seeing Francis and Arthur fighting, usually ending in one of them storming out and later apologizing. Usually Francis does the apologizing. Alfred flops onto the couch, blushing a little when Al flops down next to him, cuddling into his side with a happy gleam in his eyes. Alfred smiles softly at him. He settles into the couch, every so often laughing at something Oliver says or something sassy Matthew remarks on quietly. Al rolls his eyes and kicks a leg up on the table in front of them to get more comfortable.

"Oh Al please don't do that! You'll scuff the table!" Oliver frets coming closer. Alfred blinks up at him then turns to Al who just sticks his tongue out like a mature nation and lifts his other leg to cross them at the ankles.

"Al please!" Oliver places his hands on his hips and scolds. Alfred suppresses his urge to giggle at the interaction. He smiles slightly over in Al's direction, feeling his chest bubble at the wink Al gives to him. He's about to tell Oliver that the table will be fine when Arthur opens his mouth to talk instead.

"Such an impolite brat," This causes Alfred's smile to fall slowly. Al snickers from beside him, making him give his opposite an incredulous look. He turns his disbelieving face back to his parental figure. Oliver goes over to him and starts to lecture him on how Al is not impolite, just slightly difficult sometimes. Alfred scrunches up his face. What Oliver is saying isn't really helping the situation. Alfred glances at Al, feeling his chest hurt at the sour expression taking over his opposite's face.

"Shut up," Al mutters under his breath, just loud enough for Alfred to hear. Alfred gulps and takes a chance, wrapping an arm around Al's shoulder somewhat protectively as casually as he can.

"Hey, lay off," He calls out over to his parental figures to try and get them to stop. If they stop, hopefully Al's upset face will stop to. For just a quick second Alfred thinks it works, seeing as both sets of parents turn his way with dumbfounded faces. It starts up again when Arthur comments on Alfred's maturity. Alfred stares wide eyed at him as he begins to compare him to his opposite. That's just not fair! Alfred had an easier upbringing in their brighter world he's sure. He grimaces in Al's direction when he feels him move. Al has his hands over his ears now.

"I'd rather have Alfred for a son," Francois says finally, taking a drag of his cigarette. Al snaps his head up to glare at him. Alfred doesn't know what is happening. Arthur is going off on Al saying all the bad things wrong with him and Alfred can feel his chest hurting. It's not true. None of what Arthur is saying is true. Al is.. Alfred inhales sharply. Al is so much more than that. He can feel his anger rising and he wants to yell at Arthur to shut up. Instead something worse happens.

Al jerks up from his seat. Alfred scrambles to his feet after him. He grabs Al's wrist, just in time to turn him around and get an eye full of the teary expression and anger. Alfred's heart drops to his feet as Al yanks away from him and pulls open the door to run down the hallway. Alfred stands shell shocked. He spins slowly to face his brother. Matthew has a hand covering his mouth while Matt looks as confused as him, though his confusion is quickly turning to anger.

"How could you do that?" Oliver asks aloud. Alfred looks to his parents. Arthur has his arms crossed over his chest, looking haughtily down at Oliver with his hands on his hips. Francois is leaning against a wall with a cigarette in his hand and Francis looks absolutely horrified.

"Do what?" Arthur bites back. Oliver bristles, puffing up his face in anger.

"Why would you do that to Al? He's not a bad kid and you're just awful to him!" Oliver shouts in his face. Arthur blinks down at him, glaring now.

"He may not be the worst but he's down there," Arthur growls back. Alfred narrows his eyes at his father figure.

"You're so mean!"

"You're too easy on him!"

"You suffocate your kids!"

"You let them run wild!" Arthur and Oliver are screaming at each other, flailing their arms around dramatically. Alfred doesn't know how to feel. He jumps when he feels a hand on his shoulder. Matthew smiles softly at him and opens his mouth but is cut off.

"Even Matthew is better than your excuse for a Canada," Arthur spits out. Alfred winces at the sudden tight grip on his shoulder. Matthew is glaring over at them now, something like fire in his eyes. Matt isn't much better, nearly snarling. Alfred has had enough, he's ready to shout at his parents.

"That's enough!" Francis beats him to it though. Alfred gulps down his voice to not interrupt. He's heard that tone in his French father figure's voice before. Francis has everybody's attention now. Alfred shares a shocked unexpected look with Matthew when Francis continues.

"Both of you! How could you do that to your children! Comparing them right in front of each other like they are some sort of animals!" Francis points a finger at Arthur and Oliver angrily, wiping away a stray tear with the other hand.

"Arthur you can't do that to people. It hurts them. Oliver that is not what Al wanted to hear. He wanted you to stick up for him, not insult him more. And Francois," Francis turns his angry tear filled gaze to his opposite. He huffs out a sigh and shakes his head.

"I'm not even surprised at you!" He exclaims. He runs his hands through his hair and turns his glare back to Arthur and Oliver.

"You're both awful parents to think that was okay!" He yells, letting more tears stream down his face. He wipes away at them as best he can. Oliver is the first to break, crying into his hands and muttering out 'sorry' more than plenty of times. Francois holds him close, mumbling out something that could resemble an apology. Arthur crosses his arms indignantly. Alfred glares at him as hard as he can.

"Alfred," Matthew says with as even as a voice as he can manage. Alfred looks at him, completely conflicted on how to feel.

"Al really needs a hero right now Alfred," Is all he says. Alfred's worry for Al comes back full force making him lose his breath. He stumbles backwards to the door. He narrows his eyes and sends a murderous look to their parental figures. If they see it he's not sure. He makes sure they hear him slamming the door behind him though. How could they do that to Al? There's no way he deserved that. Wonderful crazy Al. Alfred grits his teeth. He needs to find Al and bring his smile back to his face.

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