FrUK: From The Start

Part Thirty Four

Lemme tell ya something aboot Tim Hortons, bud.
It was started by this famous hockey player named...Tim Horton...but the business fuckin' sucked, eh? So he sold the place to this guy, Ron Joyce, who turned the place around and started a chain. He is now a billionaire.
But here's another thing: Ron was from the town I live in. Crazy shit. But here's ANOTHER thing: we don't have a Tim Hortons here. I know. Ronnie decided he wanted to support local business. We do have a Tim camp tho...it's like a summer camp for kids who can't afford summer camp basically.
During his pregnancy, Matthew had a lot of trouble with cravings. It was mostly ice cubes. On numerous occasions, his family members had walked in on him watching Corner Gas while sucking them down right from the tray. Eventually it got to the point of Arthur buying a popsicle mould so his son would have a handle to old onto.
When it wasn't ice, it was donairs. One night the boy jumped into his parent's bed, crying about not being able to live without a donair. This resulted in Francis having to drive him all around Toronto looking for a pizza place that actually sold them. They were hard to find since the meal was more of an east coast thing.
That September he was admitted into college but was set up so he could take his classes over the Internet. He spent most of the day in Arthur's former study on his laptop, working with determination.
In November the household got a tiny bit bigger.
Matthew was walking down the stairs when he heard an unfamiliar voice singing a song in a language he didn't recognize.
"Oshite oshiete yo sono shikumi wo. Boku no naka ne dare ga iru no."
"Um, Bonjour?" Matthew reached the bottom step to find a stranger on the couch, rocking Amelia back and forth in his arms. The man looked Asian...Japanese maybe?
"Oh. Herro..." The man said, looking shocked at being discovered. "You must be Mazhew..."
"Yeah...are you a friend of Alfred's?"
"Bro, this is Kiku." Alfred pranced out of the kitchen, shaking a bottle of formula in his hand. The speed in which he did it made Kiku blush. "He's my baby daddy."
"Did he travel all the way from 'Merica."
"Stop pronouncing it like that...and no. He moved back to Japan after school. But after you told Ivan about your little parasite, I was inspired to tell Kiku about mine, ya know?"
Matthew nodded. "Speaking of Ivan..."
"He's in the kitchen with Pops."
"Merci."
"Mercy to you too bruh..."
The Canadian slipped past his twin and into the kitchen where Ivan and Francis were chatting docilely at the table. They looked up when he walked in.
"Matthieu..." Francis broke into a smile. "I can see your baby bump already!"
Matthew looked down at his stomach. He hadn't noticed any change but it was probably because he always had his stomach with him. He poked his belly button softly as Francis knelt at his feet, kissing the slight protrusion.
"Papa, don't. It's weird."
"Désolé, mon fils. I couldn't 'elp myself." The Frenchman stood.
Ivan came up to him next, pulling him into a tight hug. "Vanya, you look tired. You should eat and then go to sleep."
"But-"
"Ivan's right. You don't want to stress yourself out." Francis went to the fridge, starting the preparation of dinner. "You boys go play, I'll call you when dinner is ready."

This is a list of countries by wealth (it's outdated. Harper ruined us big time)
But look: the whole face family is together except mr rich bitch Canada up there with his stacks of plastic maple scented scratch and sniff money. Wtf?!!