A/N: I'm procrastinating from my other fics which I should be updating. :)) Why don't you guys read it? *shameless plug* It's B26, too. *wiggles eyebrows* :D The Varia and Vongola 10th's One Week Vacation. It's probably the most fucked-up fic of mine up to date. *randomly rolls around ala Teddie of P4*

Warnings/Disclaimers: Extreme cussing (since Varia's in the house yo!). The sexy beasts of KHR belongs to Amano Akira-san. *bows down to her greatness*

Notes: Set in an AU in Japan where Bel and Fran, of course, aren't assassins. Bel's a college student (a lazy ass one), living in a dorm with his violent friends (you know very well who they are). Fran's a fresh grad from high school. By the way, I believe that high school graduates can either continue on to college or not. In this case, Fran won't. And no, he won't be wearing his frog hat anymore, seeing as they're not in the Reborn! world anymore. *sweatdrop* But I'll do something about it. Just wait for it!

Another note: Maman is also similar to mama, but kind of cuter. This is what Lambo and the others use to call Tsuna's mom.

Well, on to the story~! :) Oh, and if you happen to like it, is it too much to ask for a review. I love receiving them. *droooools*

Fran hung out at the local cake shop, poking his chocolate cake with a fork. He sighed. It had already been a month since he graduated from high school, and he still had no job. It wasn't really required for people to take college, it was still by choice. So of course, he chose not to. If he had responsible parents like majority of his batch mates, he probably would have been forced into going to college. But alas, all he had was his slave driver of a half-brother, Rokudo Mukuro, who was...well, Fran wasn't sure where his brother was (last time he heard, the pineapple head was in Italy). Fran was adopted by Mukuro's parents, then died when he was in elementary school. Sad? Sure. But Fran had no time to be sad, as he was utterly depressed in terms of his future. He couldn't find a job, he had no girlfriend (the least of his concerns), his friends were all busy with college...basically, he was fucking alone. He sighed again.

"What am I going to do with my life..." He said to no one in particular.

He sighed again (for the nth time), and pushed back his chair, standing up. He started walking back to the flat that his brother owned. It was probably the nicest thing that Mukuro had ever done for him. You can have the flat, dear brother, and I'll help in paying your monthly bills, he had said. I am quite aware of you having no job, he teased...kufufu, he had added. Fran groaned at the memory. On his way home, he saw the university along his street. If he had decided to go to college, then he would have probably gone there, to Vongola Accademia. But of course, he hadn't chosen that path, so he walked by it, ignoring it. Right at that moment, an overly raucous and loud group of college students were walking out of the gate. They didn't notice Fran (nor did Fran notice them) as they kept on pushing each other, laughing and teasing each other. One of them, a long haired, silver-haired guy, was pushed playfully by his gay friend. The long haired guy lost his balance for a minute and staggered, accidentally bumping into Fran, who was known back in high school as the weakest in their batch, physically. With the combination of his bad sense of balance and the long haired guy's weight, he fell on his back side unceremoniously. He looked up and stared at the group of students in front of him. They're fucking scary, he thought.

"Voii, brat. The fuck are you doing down there?" Either he had some kind of invisible megaphone, or his mom ate bullhorns when he was still in her womb.

"It's cause you bumped into me." Fran said quietly.

"Maa~! We're sorry about it, dear~! Here, let me help you up~!" The gay guy with the orange and green hair skipped over to him, holding out his hand.

Fran took it and stood up, dusting his pants. Only then did he notice that they had IDs from the Vongola Accademia.

"So, you study here?" He said monotonously.

"Ushishi~! Yeah, we do, Cap'n Obvious." A blonde guy said, his bangs abnormally long.

"Well, sorry for being obvious, Cap'n Bangs." Fran said.

"Why you-

"Okay, okay~! Cut it out, boys~!"

"Hey, scum. You're holding us up." One of them had tanned skin, and his face was covered in scars.

"I didn't hold you up; your friends held me up, Scarface." Fran said, annoyed.

Before any of them could make a remark (or hit Fran), he was already one block away.

"Voii, that brat is fucking fast!"

"Squ-chan, lower down your voice~!"

When Fran got to his flat, he quickly slumped down on the couch. He was exhausted, especially from conversing with those mentally deranged and challenged students. He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"I'll just take a quick shower, then sleep the day away..." He muttered to himself.

After soaking in the bath for God knows how long, he finally got out. As he wiped his hair with the towel with one hand, he headed for the refrigerator, looking for a drink. All he had was a cold bottle of water. He shrugged, took it out and opened it. As he tipped the bottle to his mouth, a baby cried.

Fran almost spit out the water.

He was sure the cry came from inside his flat. He stood still, not making any noise. Then it cried again. His eyes widened. Is there a fucking baby in my house?, he thought. He followed the cry and much to his horror, a baby was sitting in his bed, crying. Fran was frozen in his spot. The baby noticed him and stopped crying, eyeing the older man curiously. The baby was probably about four years old. He had shoulder length blonde hair and he had the same triangle markings under his eyes which Fran had. It just freaked Fran out. Then the baby grinned at him. It freaked him out more.

"Wh-who are you?" Fran said, then realizing how stupid he must have looked asking a baby.

The baby crawled over to him, getting dangerously close to the edge of the bed. Fran panicked, and slid on the floor (ala baseball), catching the baby before he fell. The baby laughed and squeezed Fran's cheeks. Fran groaned.

"Wh-what is happening...?"

That was when he noticed an envelope stuck to the baby's diaper. He grabbed it, placed the baby on the floor, and opened the envelope.

Please take care of my dear Alois. I am departing from

this world, and have no relatives to leave my baby to. I

have observed you for the past two weeks, and deem

you worthy of taking care of my baby. Please, let him

grow up to be a wonderful child. I know I made no mistake

in choosing you; call it a mother's instinct. His documents

are all in the yellow bag under your bed.

Sincerely, Alois' mom

P.S. He'll eat anything, just please make sure it's healthy

and fit for babies. Also...you left your door unlocked.

This was probably the most fucked up day of his life.

The next day, he was back at the cake shop...along with Alois, who was happily abusing Fran's face. When he was lulling the baby to sleep the night before, Alois had given him a look of realization and happily chirped: Maman! much to Fran's discomfort. If he was going to be called something by this baby (who was now apparently his), he'd much prefer it if it wasn't in the female category. Back to the cake shop (which is obviously Fran's favourite hangout), Alois sat on his lap, bouncing up and down happily as Fran fed him strawberry shortcake. Fran groaned inwardly at how ridiculous he probably looked. How was Mukuro going to react to this?

"Maman~!"

"...uhh...Y-yes?"

"Water?" He asked innocently.

"Oh. Here." Fran said, giving Alois a bottle of water and gently helping him drink.

When the baby was done drinking, Fran gently wiped his mouth dry. Somebody suddenly hooted at him from the table beside his. Fran turned, and saw the last person that he wanted to see.

"Hello, Cap'n Bangs." Fran muttered.

"Ushishi~! So you're Papa Obvious now?" Cap'n Bangs said, nodding at the baby.

"Maman, pee-pee..."Alois said.

"Ushishishi~! I see, so it's Mommy Obvious."

"And you're Dickhead Bangs." Fran said, standing up and taking Alois to the cake chop's rest room.

When he got out, Cap'n Bangs was still there, but he was now sitting at their table. Fran rolled his eyes.

"Why are you sitting there?"

"The prince got lonely there, so I sat here. Shishi~!"

"...prince?" Fran raised his eyebrow.

"I'm from a royal family." Bel said casually, his grin like Alois'.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever, fake prince." Fran said, sitting down and placing Alois on the seat between him and Cap'n Bangs.

Alois looked up at Cap'n Bangs, then at Fran. He kept on doing this for a while, much to the two boys' puzzlement, until he finally rested his green eyes on Cap'n Bangs. Then he grinned and slid off the chair, toddling towards the blonde man and raising up his arms toward him. The latter looked at Fran questioningly.

"He wants you to carry him, fake prince." Fran said, rolling his eyes.

"O-oh...Ushishi..." He said, before lifting Alois up toward him.

Alois giggled, throwing his arms around the blonde man's neck. He pulled back and squeezed the man's cheeks.

"Papan!"

Fran was drinking water, and accidentally spat it out. Cap'n Bangs grimaced, then looked at Fran, then back to Alois.

"Hey, brat. I won't be your Papan if that's your Maman."

"Eeeh~. But I wuv Maman! And I wuv Papan, too! Maman and Papan wuv each other, wight?"

Alois had a really adorable puppy dog look in his eyes. Cap'n Bangs couldn't bring himself to shout or yell at the kid...so he just nodded. Fran stared at them.

"Hey, Papan." Fran said.

"Yeah- wait, why are you fucking calling me Papan, too?"

"What's your name?" Fran said, ignoring his comment.

"Uh, Belphegor."

"...hmm."

"And you, Maman?"

"Why are you calling me Maman, fake prince?"

"Ushishi~! Payback." He grinned.

"It's Fran."

Fran stood up and approached Bel, his arms extended towards Alois.

"C'mon, Alois, let's go home."

"What about Papan?"

Fran blinked, then looked at Bel, who just shrugged.

"What do you mean?" Fran asked.

"Papan's coming, too, isn't he?"

"Uhm. No."

"But why? Are Maman and Papan fighting?" Alois' eyes were brimming with tears.

Fran didn't know what to do. Deep down, he was cursing Bel to the depths of hell for showing up to Alois. Bel sighed, then stood up, Alois in his arms. He threw Alois high in the air, then catching him and throwing him up again. Alois was laughing hysterically. Fran then noticed how the top of his head only reached up to Bel's shoulder. He got irritated at this for a moment, then noticed how Alois was having fun with Bel. Well, if the fake prince means so much to Alois, I'll just have to bear it, he thought. He gathered his things and started walking towards his flat. Bel placed Alois over his shoulders, the latter hugging his head, and followed Fran. It was a quiet walk home, punctuated only by Alois' laughter and random outbursts of "Papan!" and "Maman!". At the doorstep to Fran's flat, Bel gently placed Alois on the floor and high-fived with him. Fran, who was already in the doorway, rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Alois."

"Comiiing~!" He chirped, holding on to Bel's hand and pulling him along.

"Wh-whoa, kid. I'm not going in there." Bel said.

"Eeh? Why?"

Fran and Bel looked at each other.

"W-well...cause...I just can't, kid."

"...so Maman and Papan weawwy are fighting..." Alois mumbled, tears falling down his chubby little cheeks.

Fran's face remained expressionless, but deep down, he was panicking. Bel was also feeling sorry for the kid. He had this make believe family that made him really happy, and he didn't want to shatter it. He approached Fran and whispered.

"Where'd you get this kid, anyway?"

"His real mother left him in my room." He said matter-of-factly.

"...what the fuck?"

"Well, based on the letter his mom left, she's either dying or she's suicidal. That kid officially belongs to me. I even have his documents, I just have to fill them up." Fran shrugged.

"...wow. And how will you feed him?"

"Are you concerned for him?" Fran asked.

"Ushishi~!I The prince isn't worried!"

"Whatever, fake prince. The answer to your question: I don't know. I have no fucking job."

Bel felt sorrier for the kid. He crouched down and ruffled his hair, grinning.

"I'll come back tomorrow and play with you, okay? Papan will bring you snacks, too."

"I don't want those if you and Maman are fighting~!" Alois whined.

"W-we aren't fighting."

"Pwove it, then." Alois sniffed, looking at them both.

Bel grimaced, looking at Fran for help. But Fran was staring incredulously at Alois, shocked at what he was asking them to do. Bel waved his hand in front of Fran's face, catching his attention. The latter blinked, looking at him.

"U-uhm." Bel started.

"We are not fighting, Papan, are we?" Fran said robotically.

"Maman and Papan are lying!"

Bel groaned and scratched his head. I can't believe I'm fucking doing this, he thought. He took Fran's hand and laced his fingers with his. Fran threw him a WHAT THE FUCK look, but he ignored it. They stayed like this for a while, Alois not saying anything. Clearly, he wasn't convinced. Fran was suddenly wishing that he and Bel were just cold hearted assholes who didn't care about this kid's feeling. He moved closer to Bel and leaned his head on his shoulder rather stiffly. Alois still wasn't convinced. Fran and Bel knew what he was waiting for, but they refused to admit to themselves that that was what he wanted to see. They tried to push it out of their minds, but failed when they heard his sobs. They sighed. Fran looked at Bel.

"Don't tell anyone about this, fake prince." He whispered.

"Fuck, I know." Bel whispered back.

Bel leaned forward as Fran stood on tiptoes, his hand holding on to Bel's shoulder for support. Their lips met, sending a shudder to their bodies. Honestly, they were both disgusted at what they did. But they heard Alois clapping, and quickly tore away from each other, feeling very much violated.

"Okay, I believe Papan and Maman!"

"Good." Fran was losing his temper as he looked away and wiped his lips.

"B-bye, kid...Maman." Bel said, looking away also and wiping his lips with his sleeves.

"Bye, Papan!"

Later that night, Alois slept next to Fran, snuggling against his chest. Fran still felt very much violated. He groaned, face palming. Alois snuggled closer, smiling and muttering in his sleep.

"Maman...Papan..." Fran smiled.

Maybe it's worth it for this kid, he thought.

"Hey, Fran! Open up!"

Fran, still groggy from his sleep, rushed to the door and opened it...and saw none other than Bel carrying a luggage. He glared at him.

"Could you please shut up? Alois is sleeping." Fran hissed.

"Ushishishi~! Maman's so concerned."

"Like you fucking aren't."

"Whatever."

"...and what brings you here at this god forsaken hour, fake prince?"

"I got kicked out of my dorm."

Fran stared at him blankly.

"I'm homeless."

"...Fake prince, indeed."

"Fuck you!"

"So what's with that abnormally huge luggage?" Fran said, yawning.

"...I was wondering if I could stay here at your place."

Fran leaned on the doorway and stared at him.

"Are you serious?"

"...yes...?"

"What about your friends?"

"Ushishishi! They couldn't fathom the idea of having a prince in their house." Bel said, grinning.

"Oh. So they refused." Fran sighed.

"..." Bel pouted.

"Okay, okay. Come in."

As Bel pulled his luggage inside, Alois was standing by the bedroom doorway, yawning and wearing footie pyjamas. He brightened at the sight of Bel.

"Papan!" He said, running and jumping at him.

"Hey, kid! Good morning!" Bel said, chuckling as he ruffled Alos' hair.

Fran ignored the two, making some coffee for himself.

My life is totally ruined, he thought.

A/N: Oh my god, this is so random. :)) I just wanted to write an AU B26 living under the same roof with their own baby. As I'm not fond off mpreg too much, I settled for this. :)) How was it? Of course, romantic feelings will develop, but all in due time. :) read and review please! PLEAAAASEE! :)