A/N: Goddamn... It's been fucking three years since I've written shit. Sorry for cussing so much, I've just changed... I suppose. Anyways, enjoy!
"Hurry up, whore!" Arthur exclaimed as he walked up the stairs towards the master bedroom. "I don't bloody have all night!"
Francis sighed. "Arthur, I know, I'm trying to hurry but I already told you, mon cher! My ass is already sore from the last twenty times I did it today!" He argued, frowning. Francis usually didn't argue with his clients, but he had a bit more of a closer relationship with the British male. Francis had been Arthur's go-to prostitute for awhile now, but it seemed that Arthur was becoming more bitter as of lately.
Arthur stopped, turning around and giving out a dissatisfied huff. He placed his hands on his hips, pouting. "Do you even want my bloody money? If your arse hurts so much, then go home!"
Francis frowned. "Arthur..." He gave a more gentle look. "You know I can't do that because you know I need the money to support Matthew." He sighed. Ever since his wife had died, it seemed that his life had just spiraled down into hopelessness, depression, financial debt, addiction, and loneliness. Though, he did straighten his act out, but only for Matthew, his two year old son.
"I bloody know that. That's exactly why I mentioned it, smartarse." He scoffed, walking to the bedroom.
Francis sighed and shook his head, quickly following to the bedroom as best as he could.
After Francis pleased his client, he rode his bike back to his apartment. He heard his son loudly crying from outside the apartment complex.
"Merde!" He cursed, quickly running into his small apartment complex. He saw his Spanish friend, Antonio Carriedo, quickly rocking his young son back and forth in a hopeless effort to calm him down. Francis quickly walked over and gently took Matthew, sighing. He placed Matthew's head against his shoulder and rubbed his back. "Sh, shh... It's okay, Matthew... Papa's here, papa's here..." He said with a gentle, soothing voice. He gently swayed side-to-side to further soothe Matthew.
"P-Papa..." Matthew cried. "I-I miss you..." He whimpered, clinging to Francis's shirt. "Y-You leave... for long time..."
Francis gave a small sad smile, though Antonio could see the tears form in Francis's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Matthew... Work was just a bit longer than expected today..." He lied, but what else could he say? It was kinda true. Being a prostitute was a job. So, technically, it was his work. "I promise tomorrow it won't be as long, okay?" He asked, though Matthew was already asleep. He gave out a small sigh and went to go put Matthew in his bed. After he did this, he walked back to the living room and sat next to Antonio.
"Merci..." He thanked his friend. "Today was longer than expected... I'm sorry you had to miss your date with Lovino."
Antonio gave a small smile to his friend. "I-It's okay... I enjoy spending time with cute little Matthew, and me and Lovi have been kinda arguing lately..." He sighed. "But I'm glad to help you. I want to make sure you get through this struggle."
Francis felt a few tears slip from his eyes before quickly hugging Antonio. "T-Thank you... It really means a lot to me." He took in a very shaky breath. "I-I should really get to sleep... Once again, thank you for watching Matthew... I promise I'll pay you back one day." He pulled away and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
"No need to repay me, okay?" Antonio got up, smiling at Francis before putting on his shoes and grabbing his coat. He walked slowly to the door. "Call me tomorrow. I'll watch him for you. Adios." He waved his goodbye before walking out the door.
Francis waved back slightly before he went to the kitchen. He drudged to his wine cabinet and opened, pulling out a red wine bottle and pouring himself a glass. He sat at the table and took a drink, looking down to the floor. "Oh, Madeline..." He sighed, looking up at a picture frame with a picture of his wife. "What am I supposed to do without you? It's been two years since you've gone away... but still..." His voice began to falter as his upper body began to softly shake. "I-I'm so hopeless and useless without you... W-What am I supposed to do? I might be evicted..." He confessed to her. "And I can't let that happen... Our poor little Matthew might not make it if that happens." He began to cry, drinking more. "And if he goes... I don't think I can make it..." He said softly, finishing the wine and going to the bedroom to sleep after his long day.