Forgotten Family

Chapter One: Perfect Family

My brother and I are adopted.  We were brought into our new home when we were both just five years old.  Alfred and I, are two completely different types of personalities. He's loud, he loves sports, (though I dominate him at hockey and basketball, don't tell him I said that.) and he's... American.
Everyone in our family is from a different country. Alfred and I came to Europe with our biological parents just last year, but were left behind.
We have our adoptive parents. Arthur, and Francis. Yes, they're gay. Arthur is British, and Francis, is French. No, they did not get along at first, but that's a story for a different book. As I said, Alfred was American. And I'm, Canadian. We also had a younger brother. He was about four or five, when it happened. His name was Peter. He came from Britain as well, but insisted on claiming right to "The Principality of Sealand." What ever that meant.
For this story to make sense though, I have to start at the beginning.

It was a warm, late summer/early fall afternoon. The day that I was taken home from the adoption center, which I was left at the previous winter. I looked up at the man who held my hand tightly as he walked me to the car, and the first thing I noticed, were his eyebrows. When we got to the car, he sat me in the back seat, and looked at me for a moment before he began scanning a folder filled with papers. Curiosity filling his gaze, "Mathew is it?" In an obviously British accent. "Mathew Williams" I said blatantly, not knowing that this man, was one of my new fathers. He simply smiled and buckled in my car seat, then went on to get in the vehicle himself and drive us to my new home.After a long, comfortably silent drive I heard him say softly: "We're here, Mathew." I looked out the window to see an immensely  prodigious mansion with huge wrought iron gates and a friendly colored plaster,  painting the outside walls. As I stepped out of the vehicle, another small van pulled in behind us and a taller man stepped out carrying another boy who appeared to be  my age. The boy, despite not having any blood relations, looked almost identical to me. I looked at the man carrying him, he was blonde, with long wavy hair, like mine, had a gentle smile, and the slightest bit of stubble on his chin. I smiled, because he looked like my Papa. So I toddled over to him and smiled brightly up at him and lifted my arms and quietly whispered, "Papa?" He looked down and smiled brightly at me, as he swooped me up in his other, unoccupied arm, and carried us both in the house. We were sat on a big, fluffy, faux fur couch, and the two gentleman sat across from us, in the matching navy blue arm chairs. "You must be very confused, mes fils .*" We sat in silence, which was apparently enough of an answer as the Frenchman continued: "Why don't you introduce yourselves to one another, non?" The other boy promptly stood up, ( on the couch, mind you) and held out his hand for me to shake. "My name is Alfred. F Jones! And someday, I'm gonna' be a hero! The best the world has ever seen!" He said, with a lisp, and childish demeanor, barely hidden by the confidence in his words. I stood and gently grasped his hand, saying "M-My name is Matthew W-Williams.. I don't really know what I want to do yet.." my shyness, and stutter getting the best of me. "Well, boys. It's about lunch time. If you'll both follow me to the kitchen, I'll make you something and we can tell you everything you need to know." The Brit stated, and moved to get up, instead having his arm grabbed by a concerned Francis. "Ah, Mon Cherie, maybe it is best if I cook them lunch.." sed Brit just looked at him confused. "Love, I think I can manage." His statement was ignored, and he was left sitting in the arm chair while his husband went to the kitchen to prepare a light meal for the four of them. "So, you're our new parents?" My new brother asked, loudly, over our lunch. "Oui, oui. Do the two of you have any questions?" I raised my hand, and whispered, "Does that mean we have two papas' now?" The two men looked at each other and giggled to them selves, smiling softly. "Yes, dear. It does. But you can call us what ever makes you feel more comfortable." Arthur said, and my face immediately sprung into the biggest smile, and I leapt from my chair and and wrapped my arms around each of their necks in as big of a hug as I could give. I was just thinking to myself, " Yay! No more yucky food, and I'll have an actual family, I have a new Papa, two of them!" Francis lifted me, from my spot in front of them, and put me on his shoulder, while Arthur picked Alfred up and carried him in his arms. "It's getting late, we should put these two to bed, Love." Arthur said cheerily. "Oui, we have a big day planned tomorrow~" Alfred and I looked at each other, excited for the "big day" that would come tomorrow. They took us up the stairs, and to a room, that was painted light blue, and had glowing stars and maple leaves, stamped all over the walls. There was a big twin bed in the center of the large room, filled with a red comforter, and blue blanket. There were four pillows, two on each side, all flag printed. A Canadian flag, and a French flag sat on one side, while the British flag, sat underneath an American flag on the other. They set us down on the side of the bed, and sat in a pair of chairs that were facing towards the bed from the opposing wall. "Will you two be alright, for tonight?" Francis asked. I stood up on the mattress, and walked over to him and Arthur. I pointed to the Frenchman, and as loudly as I could, (Yet it still came out in a whisper) said, "Papa". Then I turned and pointed to the Brit who looked a bit startled, and said "Daddy." They both smiled brightly and kissed me on the head before turning to Alfred and repeating the action. They hugged us both closely, and Papa said, "You're such a sweet little boy. Mathieu." I hugged them both again, and kissed them good night before returning to my side of the bed. Alfred hugged them and sat next to me on top of the comforter, and they waved us good night one last time, before switching on the nightlight, and closing the door. Alfred looked at me and I could see his goofy grin, in the dim light. Then he started sniffling, and my immediate response was to hug him and shush him. "Hey, it's okay, Alfred. What's wrong?" I quietly asked, or, for me in a normal voice. "I'm just really happy." I just smiled and hugged him again, "I am too." was all I said in return. After that, we laid down and tried to go to sleep, it took a few hours, to settle down, and start drifting off, but eventually we both slipped under the waves of subconsciousness.