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"Washed hands, ready for bedtime story, dad!"
Just silence out of the bathroom, not a single mutter from the adults who were fighting until a moment ago, not rumors from the television Matthew was still watching... nothing.
"... maman?"
Wasn't it like in the scary film he saw the previous night with his brother? The one his parents realized he watched when he jumped, afraid, in their bed?
Nah, impossible, he should really stop watching scary movies, it has to be just a joke to scare him; ohoh, like he could be fooled so easily.
"So? Bedtime story?" he asked, smiling and opening the door just to find himself... in the middle of an unknown hall.
No, not what he was expecting to see.
[Ooc: Modern AU America; isn't this England's dream? He never grew up. Oh, but there's a stab in the back ready, he never did it because he's quite happy with his family as it is. Daddy France, Mommy England and his little brother. Created because there are too many modern-days fanarts about the 'family' and I love them. His history is little different, it'll be added in the profile. This is stupid, I know. Still testing his voice, be patient please.]