Hey all glad to see you’re checking out this new story. A heads up to anyone who hasn’t read Lost Canada, the beginning of this story will make more sense if you go and read it. Also a note for the readers anything written in italics, this will be anything spoken by Matthew or when Alfred is speaking to Matthew is intended to be a root native American language. I know its a bit of a cop out but I can’t find a translator and there is a lot of dialogue in that language that the story needs so uh, yeah. Enjoy.
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After making sure that the child was fed and healthy Alfred went and told him how they had two names.
“I have a second name? What is it?”
“It’s... Matthew, Matthew Williams.”
“And what’s your other name?”
“It’s Alfred F. Jones.”
Matthew nods in acceptance, the multiple names was confusing to him but he trusted this older person who said he was his brother.
“Alright, why don’t you go ahead and rest up. I should probably clean this place up a little since we may need to be here for a few days.” Alfred is already rolling up his sleeves to get to work when he notices Matthew just staring at him. “What is it little guy?”
“Where?”
“Oh.” It dawns on him that Matthew doesn’t know this house at all so he needs to show him where to stay while he cleans. “Hmm well why don’t I show you your room first then. I probably need to knock dust out of the bed anyway.” Quickly he scoops up the little child and is carrying him upstairs to the master bedroom, Kumajirou following behind them. When they get there Alfred opens the door and peeks in, just as he thought, just as dusty as the rest of the place. He could even almost see the dust on the bedspread. Setting his brother down he carefully folds up the top layer on it and goes over to the window. Opening it he holds the blanket out the window and gives it a few good shakes. Once satisfied that it is dust free he sets it back on the bed before grabbing the pillows and doing the same with them. The bed now thoroughly dusted Alfred remakes it and picks Matthew up to tuck him into the bed. Kumajirou hops up next to his master and curls up.
“Alright, you rest up and once I finish cleaning downstairs we’ll go shopping for clothes and some toys for you, ok?”
“Alright brother.”
Matthew falls asleep quickly and Alfred gets to work. It takes him several hours to clean the house. He starts in the kitchen, tossing out the rotten contents of the fridge and cabinets before scrubbing and mopping the rest of it. Satisfied he moves onto the next room and dusts and vacuums. He continues like this until the whole downstairs is dust free. Satisfied with how the main living space of the house looks he heads upstairs to get Matthew up. First thing he’ll need to do is get his brother some clothes.
“Mattie?” He peeks into the room he had left his brother in to find him curled up with Kumajirou and sleeping soundly. The sight causes Alfred to pause and smile softly. His brother was so sweet and innocent like this and trusting enough not to be frightened of him or really anything so far. That thought led to a frown forming on Alfred’s face. What if one of the other nations saw how vulnerable Matthew was like this and decided to try an take him and control him. It wasn’t unheard of for nations to do that to one another, that was in fact how many wars started or colonies were formed. He couldn’t let the others know about Matthew, at least not until he was older looking. That now being decided he would need to inform Matthew’s government and his own of this development and he let out a sigh realizing he wouldn’t be the one to actually raise Matthew. His government would probably find a nanny or someone to look after him. At least he would be able to visit. Still he could get things started by getting the boy clothes and some toys to get him started with.
