It was a freezing cold winter evening. The moon shone brilliantly over the sleeping Earth as the stars fell in the background of the night sky. The clouds tried to cover up this amazing view from the living things on the ground, not realising that the living creatures of the ground couldn't care for the sky. They all scurried to find the smallest warmth possible. Birds flew to their nest, snuggling up to their love while squirrels ran to their shelter to eat some warm nuts. While the forest was trying to get its roots nice and warm, somewhere close by was an open field and in that field stood a majestic suburban house. This massive mansion looked so nice and beautiful to the outside world. Windows as big as a normal human had lights glowing behind it and doors bigger than grand entrances to churches stood, protecting the building from the outside wild wind. The house must have been owned by someone who was very rich to be able to pay for it. The house was covered in slight snow and held almost the presence of importance.

Suddenly, the grand entrance opened and came out a butler. He quickly threw some water onto the stairs of the house before throwing some salt onto the stairs. The butler shivered once feeling the wind curling itself around him. The butler had raven hair and he had the lightest chocolate eyes that any butler of the house ever had. But the butler's eyes only held sadness and fear. This was Honda Kiku, one of the people who lived in the house. The butler was a very loyal servant of the masters. The man had come from Japan, thinking England was going to be the place of his dreams. How wrong he was. He knew that if he lost this job, he would never be able to get another good supporting job like this for a while. So, he just worked without complaint. Kiku's clothes didn't really help him against the cold. The butler had a last glance before quickly walking in. He closed the door, yawning softly to himself. He fixed his jacket and cleaned himself of any snow. Kiku sighed, going inside the majestic house. The hall was very long, and it held faint sounds of laughter. The butler walked on the floor he personally washed for the guest the masters had wanted him to walk on. All he knew was that the guest was very important.

So, he stood in front of the door that made the most noise. He fixed his posture before entering the room. This was the dining room of the house. As the butler entered, he was hit with the noise of a very happy and laughing family. The family was called Bonnefoy. They had all just finished their amazing dinner with their guest. At the top of the table sat a French business owner called Francis Bonnefoy. He owned his own company and was a very opinionated character. For a man in his late 30's, He had stylish blond hair with a small beard. He had hypnotising blue eyes. Francis wore a very nice dinner jacket for tonight's occasion. On the opposite side of the table sat his husband, Arthur Bonnefoy. He was a rather self- centred man in his early 30's. He believed everything he did was right. Arthur had also blond hair with bright green eyes. Arthur wore something like Francis but had a small white rose given by his other husband earlier of the evening.

The couple had met each other through a one-night stand. It was because they were both drunk and wanted to lose their virginity. But Arthur came back to Francis 2 months later, informing the man he was pregnant with his child and the British side of the family forced the man to take responsibility. So, Francis had no choice but to marry Arthur, making Francis' family happy for the money they were going to get from Arthur and made the British family annoyed at Arthur for marrying a man with New Money*. But they had the wedding and had their honey moon in America. Because Arthur was close to his labour date, they had decided to give birth to their son there. And once they did, he was named Alfred, as chosen by Arthur. Alfred was a special first-born child, as he was promised his father's business. The American sat on the right side of the dining room, smiling softly as he took a final sip of his wine. He had golden blond hair with his father's bright blue eyes. Yet his eyes were covered by his glasses. The young man was only about 20 years old. He wore a suit and tie, but he looked a bit messy. He had almost a fake smile plastered on his face, looking empty on the outside.

Arthur also had a second child who was born in Canada because the couple had been travelling a lot for one year whilst he was pregnant once again. The second child was called Mathew, who was also name by Arthur because the French man couldn't get to the hospital in time. He had only just turned 18. Mathew had the same colour hair as Alfred's hair colour, but his eyes were bright violet. Francis claimed the purple eyes came from his grandmother. Mathew was a very childish but shy teenager. It was a shock to the family when two weeks ago, he had come home happy and said he had gotten engaged to the guest he was sitting next to. Arthur and Francis were at upmost shock when they heard it was none other than Gilbert Beilshmidt.

Gilbert was the Lord and Lady Beilshmidt only son with the most famous company in the area. Francis was very pleased with Mathew's catch. Gilbert had also unusual eyes, red as the blood in their bodies. He had pale white hair and a hell of a loud voice. Arthur disliked his voice but decided he wouldn't be the one to deal with it the most unlike Mathew. Gilbert smiled gently at Mathew, who blushed back at Gilbert. Francis looked at the butler, who was silently standing there. He smiled at Gilbert.

"Kiku, do pass us the port* now." he ordered at Kiku. He winked at Gilbert. "This is our best port, you know? I heard this is the same port as the one your father drinks."

"Whatever port you give me will be the best one, sir." said Gilbert, smiling at Francis. He was being very polite for the occasion. Mathew had asked him to. Mathew blushed, just amazed at how smooth this man could be.

Kiku nodded." I shall be back." he said, forcing himself to not allow his Japanese accent to come out in front of the guest. He left the room.

Mathew blushed at Francis who took a final sip of the wine." Don't drink too much, Daddy." he said." I don't want you to get too drunk."

"Don't be silly." said Arthur, eyeing the French man." He wouldn't dream of it."

Francis playfully smirked, blowing him a kiss. Arthur ignored it, rolling his eyes.

Kiku soon came back with the port and the port glasses. He gave everyone each a glass before starting to pour the brown liquid. The Japanese man never understood what was so good about port they drank. He always wanted to try it, but it was too scary for him to think what the master of the house could do if he found out he had one drop of the alcohol. He gave everyone a full glass but when he got to Arthur, Arthur stopped him." I don't want any." he said, not even bothering to look at Kiku

"Come on, Mother." said Alfred, giving his father a cheeky smile." It's a special occasion."

"Do drink, Arthur. It is our son's engagement night of celebration." said Francis softly.

"Please, Mummy?" asked Mathew, batting his eyelashes.

Arthur stared at them, before sighing." A little." he ordered coldly, not even bothering to give Kiku a glance. The butler nodded, pouring only a quarter of a glass. He then closed the port bottle and quietly left the room. The family and the guest continued to talk.

"Shall I make a toast?" asked Francis, smiling. He stood up

Arthur sighed, smelling his port. Alfred gently laughed.

"Do you have to? Your toasts go on for so long, I swear I always fall asleep."

Mathew gently sighed, eyeing Alfred. "Stop being so annoying Alfred."

"Shut it, little bitch." he teased.

"Ass." replied Mathew.

"Stop it with that disgusting language." said Arthur, glaring at both.

Francis sighed." Listen to your mother. Now, where do I begin?" he said.

Gilbert quietly took Mathew's hand from underneath the table, making the Canadian flustered. Yet deep inside, he loved the small attention he got from the man. It made him feel already like he was his.

"Maybe with our engagement?" he suggested, smiling lovingly at the Canadian. Mathew continued blushing.

Francis chuckled.

"Of course. I'm very glad to say to my youngest son to enjoy as life comes towards us. I know there will be hard times in front, for example when our businesses collide and join as one like allies and we face criticism from all the other enemies but then it wouldn't matter. Because we would be one-"

"Didn't we say engagement, Daddy?" asked Mathew, slightly annoyed that his father would immediately go to talking about his business.

"I'm getting there." said Francis." I know Gilbert will look after my son like a good husband will and I'm very pleased that you will become my new son in law and a part of our family. I hope we all have lots of happiness as the days go on and that we never face a tragic end. Cheers!" he said, smiling.

Everyone else stood up, gently clicking their glasses. Everyone drank theirs, Alfred surprisingly finishing it quickly and Mathew not even taking a sip. As they sat down, Gilbert gently turned him around.

"Why didn't you drink?" he whispered as Arthur was telling Francis about how his speech needed improvement.

"Daddy kept talking about the business. That is not something I wanted to drink to." said Mathew, slightly upset.

Gilbert laughed, kissing his hand.

"How about we drink to each other?" he asked. Mathew blushed, smiling at him.

"Then...yes." he said, taking his glass while Gilbert took his own.

"Cheers." he said, gently clinging their glasses. They both drank. A sudden slow laugh was heard from across the table. Everyone looked at the American. Alfred was gently shaking his head.

"Is something funny?" asked Arthur.

"The thought of my little brother, marrying before me is hilarious." he said, smiling. He turned to Gilbert." I wish you very much luck. I should say now that you shouldn't wake him up without offering some coffee or leave him alone for too long before he starts panicking, the Canadian little brother."

"Uh oh. Someone's a little drunk." sang Mathew, smirking at Alfred. Alfred rolled his eyes." Am not."

"Am is." he replied.

Alfred was going to say something when he heard his mother's sigh." God stop it you two." he mumbled. "Always finding something to bicker about."

Francis laughed. Gilbert chuckled. Suddenly, his eyes lit up." Oh, before I forget." he said, pushing his hands in his pocket. He pulled out a beautiful red velvet box." It's for you, Mathew." he said, smiling. Mathew gasped.

"Oh my gosh, is it the one?" he asked, happily. He took the box, opening it. Inside was a beautiful engagement ring.

"Yep, exactly like and is my grandmother's ring." he said, smiling at Mathew's face. Mathew giggled, cupping Gilbert's cheek and giving him a soft kiss.

"It's lovely. Maybe it will make up for the time you didn't come near me the whole summer. You left me all alone, you know? Even though you are a busy business man, a visit or two would have been wonderful." he said, half playful and half serious.

Gilbert softly smiled." I will be sure to never do it again."

Alfred pretended to be sick. Arthur growled at Alfred to stop being so childish.

Whilst the family and the guest talked a bit more, Kiku was washing the port glasses. He had put the bottle of port back in its rightful place. The Japanese man sighed, ready to dry up when he heard the doorbell ring. He was now very confused.

"Who would come so late?" he muttered, walking through the hallway and out to the door. Kiku suddenly felt very nervous as he walked towards the door. There was something in his gut that kept telling him that if he opened that door, the whole evening will change. But Kiku was even more scared to not open the door, for the fear of being yelled by his master.

So, he fixed his accent in his head before fixing his butler suit. He opened the door, slowly and carefully.

"Hello?" he asked.

A man stood in front of him.

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New Money - a term used by the "old" upper class when referring to new rich businesses.

Port - a Portuguese wine produced by distilled grape spirits.