Matthew hasn't seen his father in eleven years.
But now Arthur wants him to babysit his younger brother while he goes off to London with his new husband.
He doesn't know who this kid is and has never babysat before.
But one thing is clear about t...
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This song is called Amsterdam and it's length is 4:20. Also it's a Canadian song so this is like Nedcan or smth.
When Matthew woke up the next morning it was to some hushed snickering. He kept his eyes shut, hoping that whatever those idiots were doing wouldn't effect him. He heard his bedroom door open but he still didn't get up. He just wanted to sleep the day away. "Shhh. Don't vake him." Gilbert whispered. Oh shit. Matthew rolled over and was faced by a big green smile. He screeched and jumped back, falling off the bed. "We found a frog." Peter announced proudly. "Why is it in my bed?!" "Ve vanted to show jou." "It's disgusting! Put it back!" "He is our friend!" Peter insisted. "I invited him over for dinner." "Put it back. I swear to god." "How rude. Zhis is our guest." "I hate all of you." Peter giggled and pet the frog as it hopped along Matthew's bedsheets. "I'm naming him Charlie." "Zhat's a beautiful name." "I should make him a hat." "Out of what?" Matthew asked, hoping the answer would not involve his dildos. "Do you have construction paper?" "I might have some..." When was the last time Matthew used the stuff? He knew he had craft supplies somewhere. Maybe upstairs... "Let's make Charlie a hat, zhen!" Matthew sighed. "Where did you get that thing anyway?" "Ve vere in zhe backyard looking for jour dildo." "WHAT?!" "We found it in a tree!" "Don't climb trees." "Why not?" "Arthur would kill me if you broke a bone." "Do jou vant zhis back or..." Gilbert held out the dildo. His grip on it was so firm and steady... "You can have it." "Really?!" "No! What the hell would you do with that??" Matthew took the object and set it in the top shelf of his closet where he had secured the others to protect them from the two pranksters in the house. "So...construction paper?" Peter asked, stroking the frog like an evil villain in a movie. "Oh...right. Follow me." Matthew walked out of the room and started up the stairs, the other two males in tow. He turned into the storage room, which was filled with boxes and boxes of all his old junk. "So is zhis vhere jou keep zhe rest of jour dildos?" "These jokes are getting old." Matthew opened the closest box, halting when he saw what was inside. "Wow! What's that?!" Peter reached into the box and pulled out a red fire truck. "Shit." Matthew muttered. That fire truck had belonged to Alfred. He had forgotten how much his brother loved that thing growing up. He felt a lump form in his throat. So many memories had been made with that truck. "Mattie, I'm gonna be a fireman when I grow up!" Alfred smiled as he drove Matthew's favourite stuffed beaver around the bed for a third time. "I'm gonna save the White House from burning again." "You sure you can do that? Your friend Kiku said the end of the world was coming in the year two thousand." "That's centuries away!" Alfred assured him. "And we'll survive it! We always will."
"Matt? Jou look kind of pale..." Gilbert put his hands on the Canadian's shoulders, steadying him. The blond felt sick. "I need to lay down. Feel free to go through these boxes until you find the paper. Just don't go in the other room." With that, Matthew stormed out of the room, never wanting to go back.
The flashback was from 1997. I usually don't pay attention to timelines but I decided I should probably start.
