It was the weekend, so Ayiana and Cheveyo decided to take their children out to the park for some fun and fresh air.

As they were in the car, Alfred was staring out the window, seeming to be smiling at his own reflection for a while. Then, out of nowhere, he suddenly started laughing.

"Shh, Arthur, daddy's driving!"

That made Cheveyo step on the the gas. He turned around to face him.

"Al-"

"Honey, car!"

The passing car in front of them honked angrily. Cheveyo stepped on the brakes immediately.

They were only inches away from paying for high car insurance rates.

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"Arthur, can you push me, pretty please?"

Canada was off to the side of the swing set and rolled his eyes.

"Here, Al, let me-"

Alfred turned his head. "Oh, no need, Mattie. Arthur's already here. Next time, bro."

Matthew groaned. "Ugh, fine. Whatever."

He turned and went to sit on one of the rocking motor bikes. "Stupid Arthur. Stupid, crazy twin broth-"

"How odd of you to speak of your twin and... 'friend' like that, crazy."

Matthew looked up in confusion, only to see a familiar Cuban face. "M-Máximo?"

"Crazy."

Matthew knew that he meant his brother and- deep down- it hurt him.

"I-I'm not Alfred! I'm Matthew, eh!"

Máximo didn't believe him for a second until he heard the 'eh'.

Only Matthew has a habit of saying "eh".

"Ah, pe-perdon, Matthew. You really look like your brother."

Matthew sighed. "I can't blame you. We're twins, after all."

"Right... so," he pointed at Alfred with his thumb. "how's it like to have Crazy over there as your twin?"

Matthew seemed hesitant to answer, but he needed to get this off his chest. "D-Don't get me wrong, he's my twin brother and I love him and all, but, sometimes, he can be... how do I put this nicely?" He leaned in closer to Máximo's ear and whispered,

"A pain in the butt."

Máximo laughed loudly. "Oh, man, I feel so sorry for you, asere."

Matthew felt a little better as they continued to talk and he complained about his brother's imaginary friend.

"H-He almost made our dad crash the car!"

"No way! You mean to tell me that you could've died on your way here?!"

Matthew nodded his head in response.

"No... way."

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Alfred was swinging happily on the swing, when he felt a strong push to the ground put of nowhere.

He landed face-down on the ground.

"Ungh..."

"Alfred!"

He slowly looked back and saw Gilbert standing over him, pointing and laughing at him with his two henchmen, Francis and the Spaniard, Antonio.

Despite Arthur holding his hand, Alfred still struggled to get up.

A crowd of children surrounded them now, and they were laughing with the trio.

Just when he felt tears form in his eyes, he saw another hand reach out to him.

He slowly looked up to see a familiar young Japanese boy looking at him with concern.

"Ret's go to your parents, Alfred-kun."

Hesitantly, Alfred took his hand and slowly got up.

"M-Mattie... where's Ma-"

He saw his twin behind another boy. All he did was look away.

Never has Alfred felt so betrayed.

The Japanese boy noticed this and felt sorry for him.

"I am so sorry, Alfred-kun..."

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Arthur was confused when he saw another young boy comfort Alfred.

Where was Matthew?

Arthur sighed. "Oh well, at least this other young man seems kind..."

Still, he and Matthew were siblings, and siblings should always be there for each other. Matthew will be there for Alfred.

... right?

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Happy happy birthday to a certain Canadian !

Ok but seriously- to all my fellow Canadian readers out there, happy independence day ! I hope today will be a great day for all of you !

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