Yami Ryo: Weird dream I had so I'll share. This is a bit dark...

Special thanks to LaLaTink who was epic enough to beta!

Summary: In Alfred and Arthur's relationship it gets a bit difficult to tell who the parent is. Of course that did not stop them from having a set system. Which Francis and Matthew completely destroyed when they decided to move in. Alfred could have done without the extra headache.

Pairings: Fruk, Canus, Rusjap, Pru...I'll figure out someone okay!

French translation:

ma petite citrouille-my little pumpkin(I love pumpkin more than anything)

Ma petite poupée-my little doll

Mon cheri-my love(I think)

Mon ami-my friend

Warnings: Abuse! Insanity! Alcoholism! Human names! Yaoi! Angst! Psycho-shit! Violence! Profanity! Gakuen AU! Gay-Marriage! Made-up cities cause I'm too lazy to pick real ones!

Chapter 1: Who the Fuck are You?

Alfred Jones paced back and forth cleaning anything he laid his eyes on and watching the clock; a combination of worry, fear, and exhaustion clawing at his mind, making him unable to sit still. His father Arthur Kirkland had not returned from work the previous afternoon and Alfred was slowly losing his mind to the horrible images of dangerous and deadly situations his mind conjured to explain the man's absence for such a long period of time. He glanced at the clock again before walking over to it and wiping it down thoroughly as though that would bring his wayward father home. The phone rang and Alfred rushed to it picking up the receiver hopefully.

"Hello?" Alfred answered breathlessly.

"Hello Alfred, are you coming into school today?" Mrs. Seychelles' familiar soft voice questioned, Alfred sighed in disappointment.

"No, I'm sorry but I'm just not well today," Alfred apologized sincerely.

"Okay, well feel better soon," Mrs. Seychelles chirped cheerfully, Alfred gave a rueful sigh and ruffled his hair in exhaustion.

"Thanks Mrs. Seychelles," Alfred replied hanging up the phone. His hand hovered over the phone wondering if he should call the police for only a brief moment before clenching his fist and going back to his pacing. He heard the door handle jiggle and a set of keys and stomped over to the door throwing it open to reveal his father standing on the porch slumping with bloodshot eyes and appearance completely ruffled. Alfred pulled him into the house before he could say anything and began a thorough examination completely unaware of the man that just walked in.

"Where the FUCK have you BEEN!" Alfred demanded forcing Arthur's mouth open to check that he had all his teeth and his tongue, Alfred let go of his mouth to begin looking for bruising or broken bones. "Do you have ANY idea how worried I was? Did you even care! Did you consider even ONCE just calling!" These were not questions anymore so much as accusations. "I've been up all night worried that you were dead in a gutter somewhere or that you were raped by some freak! Where the hell are your shoes?" Alfred demanded finally releasing Arthur to stand with his hands on his hips a scolding expression on his normally cheerful and kind face as tears stung at his wide blue eyes and he tried to catch his breath.

"Ah...I have those mon ami." The man standing off to the side announced holding up the shoes as evidence, Alfred turned a cold accusing glare on the man.

"Who the fuck are you?" Alfred demanded fury making his voice quiver.

"His name is Francis Bonnefoy. The frog is apparently my new husband." Arthur informed Alfred scowling at the Frenchman who shrugged sheepishly. Alfred's eyes widened and his face drained of color as he slowly turned his head back to face Arthur.

"You did what?" Alfred demanded gritting each word through clenched teeth, Arthur crumpled to the floor.

"I'm SORRY!" He cried throwing his arms in the air. "I went out to drink a little! Just a few honest!"

"Just a few? Just a few! It's never 'just a few' Arthur! Now look at what you've done!" Alfred cried out tugging at his hair and trying to stave off the urge to throw something.

"I'm sorry okay! I only meant to have a few and then I woke up in his bed and he says we're married! He even showed me a copy of the license!" Arthur shouted tears stinging at his eyes and threatening to fall.

"So get a divorce!" Alfred shouted back.

"I tried! They won't let us divorce unless we both consent or one of us is abusive! I really tried but he won't sign the divorce papers and I don't want to lie or go to jail!" Arthur wailed and clutched at Alfred's legs. "Please don't hate me!" Alfred cradled Arthur's head gently petting his hair and sighing. He turned furious eyes on the poor confused Frenchman standing off to the side completely out of his depth.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you doing this? You took complete advantage of him while he was drunk and now you're going to force him into a relationship with you?" Alfred accused causing the man to sputter indignantly.

"Non! That was not my intention! I only thought that since we are married we should at least try to make it work before we consider something so drastic as a divorce!" Francis tried to explain only making Alfred glare harder and Arthur begin to cry.

"That's the same thing you shit-head!" Alfred screamed wanting to punch the man in the head.

"Non! It is not! I only would like a chance, I am sure we could make a good family!" Francis insisted optimistically. "I have a son about your age! I am sure you would get along well with my sweet Matteui!" He added as though that would make Alfred any happier.

"So you have a son of your own and yet you are irresponsible enough to go out and marry strange drunk men?" Alfred scoffed, Francis glared at Alfred now very offended.

"I am a good father! I take good care of my son and I take responsibility for my actions! That is why I insist that we try and make this work before considering the divorce!" Francis protested, Alfred narrowed his eyes at the man.

"And how exactly were you planning to make this work?" Alfred demanded, Arthur made a noise of distress and got up onto his knees hugging Alfred's middle tightly.

"Nooo..." Arthur moaned into Alfred's soft tiny middle. Alfred hushed him running his fingers through the man's hair in silent comforting motions.

"I thought we should all live together either at our apartment or here to start with," Francis suggested hopefully, Alfred narrowed his eyes at Francis plans forming in his mind.

"You and your son will move into the guest room. We're not uprooting our lives because you want to play house," Alfred snarled, Francis frowned and Arthur moaned in dismay.

"Why can I not share a room with my husband?" Francis asked mournfully.

"If I catch either of you in either Arthur's room or mine you'll be out on your ass," Alfred told him firmly.

"I don't want him to live here," Arthur protested miserably crying a little. Alfred sighed and lightly hugged Arthur's head.

"You should have thought about that before you went and got married to him," Alfred scolded gently.

"I'm sorry," Arthur apologized sincerely, Alfred let out a long-suffering sigh.

"It's alright Arthur. C'mon you must be hungry by now. I'll fix you some tea and a good breakfast," Alfred comforted helping Arthur to stand up.

"Might I join you mon ami?" Francis requested cheerfully, Alfred turned to glare at Francis.

"I think you've caused enough damage for one day. Go home and inform your child of what you've done." Alfred somehow managed to make Francis feel as though he had just murdered a baby so he chose to flee the house closing the door behind himself. Alfred sighed and sat Arthur down at the table.

"Can't believe you invited that frog to live here," Arthur grumbled miserably. Alfred walked over to the counter and put on his blue slightly frilly apron and Arthur bit back a fond smile, it was the one Arthur got him for his birthday.

"I can't believe you were so irresponsible as to marry 'that frog'," Alfred snapped gathering ingredients together for fried green beans and box stuffing after putting on the kettle for tea. "Besides it's only temporary until I can learn to forge the ass-hole's signature." Arthur smiled gratefully at Alfred.

"I knew you wouldn't leave me to the wolves. I love you Alfred," Arthur told him.

"I'm still furious with you Arthur. You are forbidden to leave the house for anything but work and a house fire without me there to supervise, am I understood?" Alfred ordered slamming the pot onto the stove with more force than necessary causing Arthur to moan in pain as his head throbbed.

"Fuck off! I'm the father and you can't tell me what to do you git!" Arthur protested angrily picking up the empty glass vase from the middle of the table and throwing it at Alfred causing it to shatter against his side and cut his arm and sides open. Alfred snapped his head around to glare furiously at Arthur tears escaping and rolling down his cheeks.

"Arthur you married some ass off the street! You didn't call at all! You stumbled in with a hangover! So help me if I ever find out you died cause you couldn't keep sober for more than five minutes I will hate you for the rest of my life!" Alfred screamed in rage, Arthur moaned in pain and misery as tears pricked at his own eyes.

"I'm sorry." Arthur whispered, Alfred sighed and finished making a mug of tea for Arthur placing it down in front of him. Alfred said nothing returning to making their breakfast and cleaning up the broken glass. The house was silent, but for the sounds of Alfred working for a time.

Alfred sat on the couch with Arthur's head in his lap, Alfred ran his fingers through the sleeping man's hair. It was dark in the living room, Alfred had the black-out shades drawn closed and wore a sweater to cover his new array of cuts and bruises. He heard the door open and two sets of footsteps enter the house. He only sighed and continued to stroke the sleeping man's hair.

"Ma petite poupée? Why are you sitting alone in the dark?" The familiar French voice of Francis questioned in a tone that confused Alfred. Alfred made a soft shushing sound, but did not turn to face the man.

"How did you get in?" Alfred inquired his voice soft and hardly above a whisper. Francis walked over and saw that Arthur lay sleeping with his head in Alfred's lap.

"Mon cheri left his keys in the door. Is everything alright?" Francis responded in a gentle voice. Alfred did not respond for a full minute.

"The guest room is down the hall, first door on the right. Don't touch anything outside of that room...there's a full bathroom in there so you should be fine. In the closet in there is an air mattress and extra bedding." Alfred informed him softly. "Go get settled and I'll start dinner." Through all of this Alfred did not take his eyes off Arthur's sleeping face. Francis sighed glumly.

"Ma petite poupée, I can make dinner...you do not seem to be coping very well." Francis offered in an attempt to make some sort of amends. Alfred turned a dark look on Francis.

"Stay away from my kitchen." Alfred ordered voice icy with warning, Francis sighed in dismay and walked back over to the person he had brought in with him into the house.

"Come ma petite citrouille." Francis sighed ushering the person away. Alfred gave Arthur's hair one last pet kissing his brow before getting up and putting a throw pillow under his head. He walked over to the kitchen, put on his apron, and began gathering everything he would need for rice and beans, after all not liking someone is no excuse to not be a good host.

As Alfred gathered the ingredients from practically bare cabinets he bit his lip. He would need to go food shopping again, he only hoped Arthur had not blown his whole check on booze again. They were lucky this week to have had any food at all as is. There was no cable or electricity again just so they could afford it, the fridge was empty because of the lack of electricity.

"Um, I could help," A soft voice offered. Alfred whirled around to see a teen that looked much like him save for having violet eyes, more muscle, and curlier hair. The teen had one long curling hair that stuck out stubbornly much like Alfred's cowlick.

"I don't need help," Alfred snapped turning back to his task.

"My name is Matthew, but you can call me Matt," The teen offered shyly. Alfred sighed and turned again to face the teen.

"Listen Matthew I know you were dragged into this by your stubborn father. This whatever it is he's hoping for is not going to happen. Trust me, it'll be over in a few weeks so there's no need to get cozy," Alfred told him flatly, Matthew's shoulders drooped.

"I just thought we should make the best of it. Papa is very stubborn," Matthew said his voice and eyes hopeful. Alfred turned away frustrated and continued to season the rice and beans.

"Your papa has gone and fucked everything up!" Alfred accused putting down the spices with furious clacks every time he used them. "We had a system! We had everything under control and then you guys decided to show up! It is going to take me months to get Arthur back on track." Alfred let out a great sigh of dismay. "Things were finally getting back on track..." he whispered.

"I'm sorry..." Matthew spoke sincerely. Alfred looked over at him and sighed sadly.

"It's not your fault...It's mine," Alfred turned back to the food placing a lid on the rice so it would cook properly. Matthew brows furrowed not understanding how Alfred could believe it was his fault. Alfred noticed it was getting darker in the kitchen and moved to the table to turn on the battery powered lantern, he frowned as it gave a soft golden glow and made a mental note to get new batteries.

"How is it your fault Alfred?" Matthew asked gently not wanting to make Alfred angry again. Alfred waved him off going back to check on the food stirring it. "Alfred?"

"Go get your father. The food will be ready in ten," Alfred told him walking past to go wake Arthur. Matthew sighed, but did as he was told.

When Alfred stood before Arthur he waited until he was sure Matthew was in his room with Francis before waking Arthur knowing very well what was coming. He bent over shaking Arthur's shoulder. "Arthur wake up you have to eat." The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the room. Arthur had a dark look on his face and Alfred wiped the fresh blood from his lips.

"This is all your fault," Arthur hissed his voice thick with emotion, "you cursed me didn't you?" Alfred sighed.

"There's no such thing as magic Arthur," Alfred reminded him. Arthur lashed out again punching Alfred in the chest so hard he stumbled back and grunted.

"Liar," Arthur accused darkly. Alfred remained silent trying to breath properly again.

"Dinner is ready so come eat," Alfred told him walking away hugging his chest. Arthur sat up and put his head in his hands letting out a shuddering breath.

"I'm sorry," Arthur called out sounding so very sincere. Alfred said nothing and entered the kitchen. As he prepared the plates Francis and Matthew entered the kitchen followed closely by a ruffled looking Arthur. Francis made a move to help Alfred bring the plates to the table, but Alfred pointed at the table.

"Sit or you don't eat," Alfred commanded his voice cracking. Francis sighed and went to sit at the table where Arthur and Matthew already sat waiting. Alfred brought the food over two plates at a time and sat down in his own chair. Francis gasped when he caught sight of Alfred's face when he sat across from him.

"Ma petite poupée! What happened to your lovely face?" Francis demanded, Alfred sighed.

"My hand slipped when I was helping Arthur off the couch, eat." Alfred told him flatly.

Francis reached across the table intending to examine the rapidly forming bruise more closely.

"Don't touch me," Alfred growled. Francis snatched his hand back and sighed sadly.

"Your bleeding Alfred," Matthew informed him concerned.

"It's nothing eat!" Alfred cried wiping the blood away with his sleeve. It was quiet for a few moments.

"I love you Alfred," Arthur spoke up his voice guilty. Alfred sighed staring intently at his food.

"I love you too Arthur," he replied.

They ate in silence.

TBC...

Yami Ryo: Thanks for reading!