A/N: Hey guys and gals! I'm back with the sequel to "For the Boys" and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This will be another multi-chapter story. School, however, is about to start back, so I ask for patients as I trying to balance both writing and work. I'm also planning some other stories as well, since apparently I can't get enough of writing Hetalia Fanfiction. XD

Well, here is the first chapter. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Definition of Family

"Leave Mattie alone, Jimmy," yelled the blue-eyed second grader. "Or I'll beat you up."

"Like you could, shrimp," his classmate said. Jimmy had always picked on Matthew over since they were in kindergarten. Alfred had always worked hard to protect his twin, especially when it came to Jimmy.

"Come on, Al," the quieter twin pleaded. "Let's just go play on the swings."

Jimmy smirked. "Yeah, Al. Take your sissy brother and go play somewhere else. This spot is only for people with normal families."

"We have a normal family," Matthew whispers.

"Yeah right. Your family is full of freaks. My mom said you have two dads and that's not natural. Families are supposed to have a mom and a dad. Plus, they aren't even your real parents. You two are so freaky your real parents didn't even want yo…"

Before the second grade bully could finish his thought, Alfred laid a fist right into his eye. Jimmy howled in pain and anger. Once he regained his balance he jumped on Alfred and started throwing punches. Matthew tried to help his brother by pulling Jimmy off but was sent tumbling backwards instead. Luckily some teachers heard the commotion and separated the boys.

When Francis strolled into the principal's office and found both of his sons sitting in chairs side by side. Across the room was one of their classmates with the start of a black-eye. Alfred on the other hand looked worse off than the classmate.

"Mr. Bonnefoy, the principal will see you now," said the secretary.

"Merci," sighed Francis. He stole one last glance at his sons. Neither would look at him directly. He could tell Matthew had been crying because his nose was bright red and the corners of his eyes were still damp. Alfred looked worse for wear. He had red marks all over his face, the remnants of a bloody nose, and he was holding an ice pack to the right side of his head.

"Good afternoon, Monsieur Stone," Francis greeted the principal.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bonnefoy," Mr. Stone smiled. "Please have a seat. Now I called you to discuss a fight that took place between your boys and Jimmy Brown. Now, both Jimmy and Alfred kept a tight lip when I asked what happened. Matthew, however, told me that Jimmy was picking on him and Alfred was just trying to defend him. Then they got into an argument and ended up fighting."

"Oh my," Francis sighed.

"So, unfortunately, due to the school's policy both Alfred and Jimmy will receive three days of suspension, since this is their fourth offence. Matthew, on the other hand, was trying to break up the fight and won't be punished. However, I do advise taking him home for the afternoon because he seems to be in a panic state of mind whenever an adult tries to speak with him."

"I see." Francis replied. "I will take both of the boys home after getting their work. Thank you for your time. I will see to it that this doesn't happen again." Francis extended his hand to shake Mr. Stone's, who happily accepted.

"Mr. Bonnefoy," the tall, dark haired man said. "I want you to know that if the boys decide to go into more detail about what happened, I would like to know. Alfred may be a class clown but he is a good kid. I feel that there is something deeper than what they are letting on."

"Oui, monsieur," the Frenchman said. "We will have a nice long talk when we get home."

Both men stood up to exit the room. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Bonnefoy," said Mr. Stone. "Have a good evening."

Francis returned his well wishes and exited the office. All three boys were still in their seats. Beside the brown haired boy with the start of a black-eye stood a couple who looked to be in their mid-30s. Francis guessed these to be the parents of young Jimmy. The Frenchman uttered a polite greeting to the family, then ushered his boys out into the hall. Neither would look at their Papa.

"We will talk when we got home," Francis said calmly. "For now we will get your homework and leave."

"Yes, Papa," the twins said in a melancholy unison.

As soon as the car stopped in the driveway both boys bolted out and headed straight to their room.

"You're not getting out of this!" The boys heard Francis yell up the stairs behind them.

Alfred pushed his brother into their shared room and shut the door quickly.

"Al, we need to tell Papa," the purple-eyed twin whispered.

"But we can't. Papa and Dad would be hurt. Plus we are able to take care of this on our own," Alfred sighed, looking at his scraped up arms from hitting the pavement to hard when Jimmy tackled him.

"Because that went so well," Matthew retorted. His twin answered with a glare.

The next thing they knew heavy footsteps were coming up the stairs. Surprisingly the footsteps passed their room and seemed to find their way into the storage room. The boys pressed an ear to the door to listen. After some time rummaging through the storage drawers, Papa came out and his footsteps could be heard heading to their room.

"Alright," Francis said. "Open up, mes garçons."

The twins looked at each other knowingly and carefully opened the door. In the doorway stood their papa, gold hair pulled back into a neat low ponytail with an arm full of first-aid supplies.

"Come here, Alfred." Papa's voice was gentle. "Let me fix up your booboos."

Alfred glared at his father. "I'm too old to call them booboos, Papa."

"Oh, of course," Francis nodded. "How about taking care of your injuries?"

Alfred nodded and went to sit on his bed. One by one, Francis cleaned every scrape and sore on the young boy's arm and legs. He carefully put band aids on the sores that were too deep to leave uncovered. When he got to Alfred's face, he gently wiped the small amount of dried blood from under his nostrils and inspecting the side of his head where the ice pack had been. Discoloration had already started surfacing underneath his skin, a dark blue-ish purple about the size of a tennis ball.

"Alfred," Francis' voice sounded concerned. "Do you feel dizzy?"

"No," the eight year old answered.

"What about tired or like you are going to throw up?"

"No, Papa," Alfred said impatiently. "Why are you asking me all these questions?"

"I just want to make sure you don't have a concussion. It looks like Jimmy hit you really hard around your temple and I need to take you to the doctor if it is one."

Alfred let out a long breath. "Papa, I don't feel bad in anyway except where I have sores. I also have a little headache."

"Alright, mon petit cher," Francis said with a little less worry. "Mathieu, let Papa check you for any scrapes, and then I will go get a Tylenol for Alfred's headache."

After a quick inspection, the only injury found was a skinned elbow on the quiet twin. Francis left, then returned with a small white pill and glass of water. Alfred hated swallowing pills but he didn't want to deal with the headache any longer.

"Now, both of you work on today's homework. No, video games or T.V. until it is finish I want it done before supper." Francis looked between the boys for acknowledgement.

"Okay," Alfred said, staring at his brother in confusion.

"Oui, Papa," Matthew nodded, looking slightly confused as well.

Francis left the room, leaving the door wide open. They could hear his footsteps heading down stairs.

"Mattie, what just happened?" Alfred whispered. "He didn't ask about the fight or anything."

"I know," Matthew replied. "And he didn't even ground you."

"Weird."

Both boys decide it was best not to push their luck and got busy in their homework.

Nearly half an hour passed and the boys heard talking downstairs. Carefully, the boys inched down the stairs until they could hear what was being said.

"Oui," Francis said. "Non… I told them to get their homework done… I thought we could discuss his punishment when you get home… Non… I don't know… That is what the principal said… Of course not… Oui… Oui… See you when you get home." They heard him hang up the phone and let out a frustrated sigh. Suddenly, the footsteps started to head towards the stairs, the boys rushed back to their room.

Later that night, the whole family was gathered around the dining room table. Not a word had been said about the day's events.

Alfred was confused. Why wasn't he being punished? He had gotten suspended from school for crying out loud. Surely Papa and Dad knew that was a bad thing. He pushed his peas around his plate wondering what was going on.

"Alfred, don't play with you food." His dad said sternly.

"I don't understand," the young boy mumbled.

"You don't understand what, love?"

"Why I am not in trouble for getting suspended."

"Well, I believe that there is something more to this fight than you are letting on." Arthur let his gaze pass to Matthew, who had paused mid bite.

Alfred quickly turned and looked accusingly at his brother. "You told them, didn't you? I told you not to say anything."

This threw Matthew into a panic. "I didn't say anything. I promise. Plus, how could I? I have been with you all afternoon."

The older twin's blue eyes widened as he realized that his brother was telling him the truth. His eyes scanned to his Papa, who had a thin smile, and then to his dad, who was staring at him as if Alfred had fallen into his trap. Which Alfred knew he had, just like he always did.

Tears started rolling down Alfred's cheeks. "He said we were freaks. He said that it wasn't normal to have two dads. He said that families were only supposed to have one mom and one dad. Then he told Mattie and I that we were so freaky that our real parents didn't even want us." His voice gave way to sobs by the end of his spill.

Beside him, he could hear his brother sniffing. "Jimmy told me that his mommy said that it isn't natural for two men to love each other that way."

There was a long pause of silence between the adults. Arthur was the first to break the quite. "Well, her face isn't natural."

"Angleterre!" Francis gasped.

"What? It isn't. Do you know how many plastic surgeries that woman has had?" The British man commented before taking a sip of tea.

Alfred's crying had died down to the sniffles as he became even more confused over both of the adults reactions. Neither one seemed upset nor hurt.

"Doesn't it make you sad that they think we are freaks?"

Alfred's father got a serious look on his face and replied, "Of course not, love. Your dad has been called far worse things than that. So has your papa."

"Sometimes by your dad." Francis said under his breath.

Arthur shot him a glare, then turned back to his sons. "What I am trying to say is that if you let every mean thing that someone says hurt you, then you are going to be hurt a lot in this life."

Francis nodded in agreement then added, "As for our family, oui, we don't look like most but we love you boys dearly."

Matthew seemed to squirm a bit in his chair before asking. "Do you love Dad?"

Francis seemed taken aback by this question. He sat quietly thinking of how to reply. "Oui et non. You see, Angleterre and I are really good friends. We do not love each other like a mommy and daddy would. We are more of just close friends, who are raising the duex beautiful garçons we chose."

Arthur piped in, "We are a unique family. As for why your parents gave you up, we don't know. But we do know it is not because you are freaks. We are glad we were able to choose you. You, my boys, are the best thing to ever happen to us. Regardless of what that bugger says."

Both boys seemed content with what their parents had to say. However there was still something nagging at the back of Matthew's mind. "But if you don't love each other like mommies and daddies do, then what happens if you find someone to love like that? Will you leave and separate Al and I?"

Francis sighed. "You know how Angleterre and I have very important jobs, correct?" Both boys nodded. "As part of our careers we have also received privileges that other jobs don't have. Anyone who has our kind of job gets an extension on life. So, compared to the average person we live a lot longer, which makes it unreasonable to find love with others outside of our career. That is why Feliciano and Lovino's parents both have the same job."

"Oh," Matthew replied.

"There is no need to worry, loves," Arthur said softly. "Francis and I have made a commitment since the day we got you to do what is best for both of you."

The twins looked at each other with a smile. They may not have the most normal family, but they felt like they had the best.

Arthur cleared his throat and began, "Alfred, I am glad that you finally told us what happened, but I am still not happy about you fighting and getting suspended."

The young boy sighed. He knew he wasn't totally out of the woods after all. However, he did feel like he did deserve some type of punishment for getting into trouble with the principal. "Yes, Dad."

"As a consequence for fighting, this weekend you will not be going over to Kiku's house and there will be no video games until you go back to school."

"Alright," Alfred muttered.

"Now both of you finish up and get changed into your pajamas." Arthur directed cleaning his own plate off the table.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Leave a review to let me know what you think.