The days seemed to pass by quickly up until Alfred turned twelve. "You mean it, Papa? We're really doing it?" Alfred asked excitedly. His eyes shone with excitement, his stone a snowy white.

     Francis chuckled, "Of course! We will be gone for about three weeks, but it will be a great experience!"

     "Papa?" Matthew asked, "I was wondering something about the stones..."

     "Yeah, me too!" Alfred butted in. "What's up with this? At the amusement park, when we went into the haunted house, Mattie's was yellow and mine was green. It doesn't make sense!" Alfred complained and looked at his stone, which is now yellow.

     Francis chuckled, "Well, everyone has their own set of colors. When you're happy, yours is white, and Mattie's turns red. It's different for everyone, and eventually your stone will show mixed emotions as well! It's absolutely beautiful, even when you're sad."

     "Francis, you're depressing." Arthur walked in and sat down on a couch.

     "Dad, did you hear, we're going to visit Vancouver in Canada!" Alfred said excitedly.

     Arthur nodded, "Yes, and it sounds quite like the adventure!" He said. "As long as you have a plan of what we are going to do, exactly, Francis." He added and glanced at the frenchman.

     He chuckled, "Why, of course I have a plan!" He said joyfully and grabbed a notebook from a table. He opened it up and started to ramble. "I found a good hotel, and since we will be gone for three weeks, I've reserved a suite! There's also several places that stood out to me; there are several malls, and I've been to both America and Canada once or twice, and I can tell you, Canada's malls are much better than most in America. Half of them are practically dead! Also, Alfred and Matthieu will enjoy this one science museum there...." Matthew zoned out as he started to get bored of his father's rambling. He had Alfred's full attention as he talked about children volunteering to be inside a giant bubble or blowing air into a tube to suddenly set something on fire.

     Everyone was paying attention to Francis, so Matthew decided to wander about. He paced around the halls and the kitchen for a while, then he finally decided to go to his room. He looked at his laptop and decided to go online to see if he could roleplay with strangers.

     He got on a website where you would roleplay as characters without giving away any personal information. He went on and chose the first name that came to mind and started searching for people. He immediately got someone called 'That ONE Guy'. Matthew questioned whether he should start talking to him or not, but he started first. "Hey, have you met your soul mate yet? I've been searching since FOREVER!"

     Matthew didn't exactly know what he's doing, but he decided to start chatting back. "No, but I have a feeling that the person's in Canada." Matthew sat there waiting for a reply.

     "OMG WHY? DID YOU GET YOUR VOICE? OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD YOU GOT YOUR VOICE THAT'S BEAUTIFUL, SOME PEOPLE DON'T GET THEIRS UNTIL THEY'RE TWENTY, THIRTY, HECK, SOME EVEN GET THEIRS AS YOUNG AS FIVE!" Matthew stared at the screen. What's a voice? Francis or Arthur never talked about it.

     Matthew decided to question this strange person. "What do you mean by 'voice'?"

     There was a long pause before the other person started typing. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A VOICE IS?? LEMME TELL YOU!!!" The person started typing another reply. Matthew guessed that it's about this 'voice'. "A voice is something your future lover would say, and normally it would hint their location or personality. Sometimes it's both! When you get it, it will most likely tell you a VERY good hint of where to look for your love!"

     Hmm...So that's what I heard in the forest that one time... That voice has been stuck in his head since that very day. He remembered the voice and what he said. Another message came up on the computer. "I've heard that some people smelled what their lover smelled like!"

     Matthew thought about what to say, then typed, "What do we do with our lives?"

     "Nothing, really..."

     Matthew chuckled, "I'm going to go now, try to do something productive." He typed and shut down his laptop. I hope Dad isn't cooking dinner tonight...

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     "Hey Alfie, do you know what a 'voice' is?" Matthew asked.

     "Der-what? No." Alfred said, "Why?"

     Matthew shrugged, "Well, apparently, it's something that your lover would say, and it either tells you where that person is or what their personality is like." He repeated what he heard from the stranger.

     "Were you talking to strangers again?"

     "Yeah, what about it?"

     Alfred chuckled, "Hey Dad! Is there such thing as a 'voice'?" He asked.

     Arthur looked up from his paper, "Yeah, did Matthew tell you about it?" Alfred nodded, "I trust that Matthew knows what he's talking about. Have the two of you gotten your voices yet?" He asked.

     Alfred shook his head, "Nope! Haven't even heard of it until now!"

     "A-actually, I've had mine a few years ago..." Matthew mumbled, a bit awkward. I don't really care about getting into a relationship yet, and evidently Alfred has absolutely no interest in it right now. He thought to himself. I used to care for it a lot more when I was just learning about it than I do now...

     "Oh, Matthieu had his voice already?" Francis asked. "That's outstanding! I haven't had my own until I was fourteen, and Arthur sixteen!" He exclaimed.

     "Eighteen and twenty? What does it mean if I got it when I was seven?" Matthew asked.

     "Oh, you got yours at seven? Well, honestly, when you get it means absolutely nothing." Arthur said with a smile. "Time for love will come, Matthew child."

     "I honestly don't care about all this lovey-dovey junk, I still have a life to live!" Alfred said happily.

     France laughed his typical laugh, "Well, Alfred, someday, your thoughts about love will change."

     Alfred laughed at this, "If you say so, I don't even know if I have one!"

     "Don't say that, Alfred! You're still a child, so you don't need any love that isn't platonic!" Arthur snapped.

     Alfred rolled his eyes and smiled, "Yeah, but right now, I honestly don't really care!" Arthur glared at Alfred for his carelessness for a few moments, but shrugged it off.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     That night, Alfred snuck onto Matthew's laptop. He didn't know the password, but he guessed it right after about fifty times. Of course, it was something about maple leaves. He went onto google and typed in "What to do if your soul stone is freezing".

     Several results popped up, but after clicking on a few, everything he read was something he knew already: either you will never be in love or your true love will be on the other side of the world. Alfred sighed. "Then I'm sure the person won't be in Canada if they really mean the other side of the world..." He mumbled to himself. I wonder when I'll get my voice...

     He heard something. My voice? He looked around. To his disappointment, it was only Matthew mumbling in his sleep again. Alfred sighed. Of course it isn't... He shut down the laptop and decided to go to bed, but for the most part he just laid there thinking about how his future will turn out.

I was about to make an all AmeriPan thing, but right now it seems like something else XD

BUT DUN WORRY there will be more Ameripan as I do more stuff, cause life, and I added the voice thingymagig after I started the story just because I can X3
And the chapters will get longer eventually, but this seemed like a good place to leave off :3