Oh my... why am I posting something new when I have two other stories going? -laughs- Expect this to update very slowly. I am still working kinks out and I won't put as much focus on it as my other stories. Or at least not at this moment in time, who knows that might change.

Let's see... I sort of want to keep what is going to happen in this a secret but I worry that I should give you proper warnings for content... Can I just say it is rated M for many very good reasons and that you read at your own risk? -laughs- Too vague?

Also I'm practicing writing in past tense versus present tense in this so sorry if its wonky at times (I might forget).

Disclaimer: I am neither the owner or creator of Hetalia nor its characters. Otherwise that world would be all sorts of gay. (More so than it already is)

The sound of their heavy breathing and of skin smacking against skin was embarrassing enough. Such things made him flush bright red self-consciously. That is why Matthew wanted nothing more than to tell Alfred to kindly stop screaming at the top of his voice, "Yeeehaw!"

Matthew opened his eyes and looked up at Alfred, as if doing so would grant him the courage to break his silence. It only served to flush his body with more heat. Despite people telling them they could have been twins, Matthew didn't agree. He loved looking at Alfred and he found far too many differences between them to ever feel like he was having sex with a brother or clone as some had implied.

A muscular frame, maybe just the beginning signs of chubbiness on the stomach. A result of too much fast food. A handsome face filled with a cocky self-assuredness that made him weak in the knees topped by hair the color of wheat. A strand stuck up defiantly, peaking out from the cowboy hat which served as the only article of clothing Alfred happened to be wearing. And of course those sky blue eyes that went on for eternity.

Call him weak, but Matthew couldn't find it in him to demand Alfred stop making such embarrassing outbursts. Besides, after he had opened his eyes the cries matched better with his actions. The way he was riding him, body smoothly grinding, hips rolling, back arching, as if he were conquering a wild stallion instead of mild Matthew.

Matthew began to moan, trying to stuff the sounds back down his throat. Alfred reached down and pinched one of his nipples teasingly. "Don't hold back your voice. It's so fucking hot when you cry out."

Face flushed, Matthew began to voice his pleasure timidly. "Now that's more like it Mattie, you tell daddy how you like it!"

The word 'daddy' immediately brought upon unwanted images of his oversexed Papa and for half a second Matthew was turned off. Still, even that image couldn't pull him away from the very real weight of Alfred crashing down on him again and again, stirring him up, making him crazy. His pent up lust became sharpened to a fine point until he was writhing beneath Alfred, no longer concerned about being embarrassed.

Alfred reached up and took off his hat, waving it frantically in the air. "Yeehaw! Fuck yeah Mattie! Say my name!"

"A-ahhh nnn, A-Alfred!"

He began to repeat the name as Alfred pounded against him.

"What in the bloody hell is going on in he-"

Alfred craned his neck back never missing a beat and Matthew's eyes flew to the doorway where Alfred's father stood, face flushed bright red in horror and shock. Humiliated, Mathew tried to tell Alfred to stop only to suddenly, much to his further humiliation, come very hard. The involuntary cry he gave masked the sound of the door shutting abruptly. He let his head fall back against the pillow breathing hard. But even as his body tingled with the aftershocks of his orgasm he felt almost traumatized. He had just come in front of Alfred's dad. The shame of it was enough to make him want to crawl into a hole and die.

Not missing a beat Alfred slid between his legs and pressed into him, still slick and stretched from earlier, and continued with a few last graceful thrusts of his body before following Matthew, throwing his hat into the air as he finished. Once he had ceased his rocking he leaned down and kissed Matthew, practically breathless. "God you're amazing...I love fucking you Mattie."

Matthew looked at him with a pained expression. "I really wish you wouldn't say it like that... And what are we going to do? Y-your dad... Oh god Al, I've never been so embarrassed in my life!"

Alfred scoffed and collapsed on top of Matthew, who found his weight both annoying under the current circumstances and very comforting. "Yeah... Sorry about that. Arthur wasn't supposed to be home until late...Don't worry about it too much. I'm sure he's already deleted it from his prude mind."

Matthew wasn't so sure about that and a sick feeling sank into the pit of his stomach. "I mean... should we... should we go out and um..."

Alfred buried his face in the crook of Matthew's neck. "I said don't worry about it. He should have knocked anyway. Asshole."

Matthew slowly started to run his fingers through Alfred's hair. He knew that Arthur wasn't Alfred's real father, but his adoptive father. Al had made that pretty explicit from day one. He had no reservations on talking about his past. At around the age of six or seven—I can't be expected to remember exactly how old I was, he had said almost defiantly—his parents had died quite suddenly.

Somehow or another he had ended up being adopted by the British native Arthur Kirkland who had known his parents on some level, though how he didn't exactly know even now. When Matthew had asked him why he didn't simply talk to Arthur about it Al had just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "The man doesn't talk Mattie."

The two had lived in London for a time then moved to the States when Alfred was about eleven and had lived in their current suburb ever since. Matthew also knew that Alfred certainly did not get along with his guardian, often verbally belittling him, blowing him off, and refusing to call him 'Dad' like Arthur repeatedly asked him to. Matthew did not always get along with his Papa but he can't even begin to imagine having such a rift between them. He had the feeling the two of them hadn't ever had a decent conversation in the ten or so years they had been together as father and son.

Matthew silently contemplated whether this lack of communication came from the fact that Alfred somehow associated the man with his parents' death or resented him for trying to step in as a parent figure. He's sure he could have asked but he had always been shy about probing too deeply into others lives. He didn't want to be considered a bother.

Alfred began to kiss Matthew's neck amorously. "Mm, hey Mattie? Please say 'What are you talking about' for me."

Matthew flushed, both from Alfred's lips pressed to his throat and the request. "Not again. It's really not that funny."

"Oh please? For me?"

Matthew sighed. "What are you talking aboot?"

Alfred started cracking up, nuzzling against him. "Fucking hilarious every time!"

Matthew rolled his eyes. He had never said 'aboot' his entire life until he moved here. Now it was a damned habit from Alfred asking him to say it so much.

There was suddenly a sharp knock on the door. Arthur's strict voice carried through the wood rather clearly. "Alfred, I advise you and your... friend get dressed immediately. I have taken the liberty to call his father to discuss this... incident. He will be here within twenty minutes. That is all for now."

There was the sound of departing footsteps. Alfred groaned. "What a jerk. I'm sorry Mattie."

Matthew hid his face in his hands. "N-no! Papa can't know aboot this!"

Alfred started laughing. Matthew glared at him through his fingers. "It's not funny! You've never met my Papa! So embarrassing... I bet your dad will regret it too."

Alfred sat up, lightly running his fingers down Matthew's chest. "Well if he's going to regret this then I can't wait to meet this 'Papa' of yours."

He crawled off of him and tugged his jeans on. It amazed Matthew how often Alfred went commando. Matthew got up reluctantly and began looking for his clothes, which Alfred had thrown around the room like a hurricane. He grimaced at the fact that he didn't even have the chance to properly clean himself up. It was all he could do to hold the soul crushing feeling of humiliation at bay as he thought of the inevitable first meeting of Alfred and Papa.

~.

The slow thud of America's foot hitting the couch repeatedly was starting to get on Arthur's last nerve. He sipped his tea and pretended not to notice, knowing that Alfred was just trying to bait him. Wouldn't he have just loved it if Matthew's father came right in the middle of one of their screaming matches? So he remained silent and dignified, avoiding looking at either boy.

Matthew sat next to Alfred, self-conscious and quiet. He started to say something at various occasions, the words quickly dying before they even reached his lips. There was no way to make things less awkward really and something about the hard line of Arthur's mouth kept him from trying.

Meanwhile Alfred swung his leg back and forth, hitting the couch and looking straight ahead as if the world around him did not exist. It was sometimes unnerving to Matthew how good he was at that.

The doorbell rang, shattering the tense mood.

Without a word Arthur stood and strode to the front door, head up, back straight. As if he were about to meet the enemy in dignified combat. Matthew swallowed hard and stood, Alfred following his lead with some genuine curiosity creeping over his face.

As soon as the door opened Matthew's Papa grabbed Arthur's shoulders tightly. "Is he alright? My Matthieu? What has happened to him?"

Arthur seemed taken aback by the abrupt physical contact. "He's...Your son is fine. As you can plainly see."

He gestured with his head and Matthew waved meekly. He let out a relieved sigh and hurried over, embracing the boy tightly. "Dieu merci! Mon cœur était folle d'inquiétude sur vous!"

Face falling into a relaxed and open expression, the man turned back and held his hand out to Arthur. "I am Francis Bonnefoy, it is so enchanting to meet you sir."

Arthur took the hand as if it were a cobra. "Arthur Kirkland. A pleasure."

Francis's eyes swept over the shorter man, taking him all in quickly. His gaze was like a lover's frantic touch. "Please forgive me, but what is the emergency? I thought I may arrive to find out my dearest heart was dying or some such thing."

Arthur cleared his throat. "I...I regret to inform you that today upon returning home I walked in on something rather unpleasant. My son and your son were engaging in...intercourse sir."

Francis looked at his son with widened eyes. "Is that true Matthieu?"

Matthew nodded, not able to meet his gaze. He braced himself for what was to come. Francis threw his arms out and embraced his son, exclaiming loudly. "Oh I am so proud of you! Finally my dear boy is a man! Oh, but you have been using the proper precautions correct? Protection, lubrication-"

Arthur sputtered and Alfred laughed loudly. For the first time Francis seemed to notice him and his eyes glowed. "Oh and who is this?"

Alfred tossed his head flippantly. "Alfred F. Jones....Kirkland." The last name was added like an unpleasant garnish. "I'm the boy who's fucking your son."

Matthew just about died. "Al!"

Francis tittered. "My, what a spirited, brash young man! He must be the one you told me about Matthieu! Il est très attrayant! Qu'est-ce qu'un prix que vous avez gagné."

Matthew hid his face in his hands, wishing he could sink into the ground. "Papa! Stop please!"

Francis pat his son on the back then turned to face Alfred, lifting his chin with one finger. "I am so pleased to finally be meeting you. Matthieu has talked about you nonstop for the past few weeks and it's so nice for him to have someone for once. Ah, and you're such a lovely young man! Actually the two of you have a bit of a likeness now that I really look at you..."

Arthur, who had been in a violent state of shock, cleared his throat loudly. "I-I don't think you completely understand the gravity of this situation!"

Francis chuckled and put an arm around Arthur. "Mr. Kirkland, my good sir, I believe you overestimate the gravity of the situation! They are healthy young men exploring physical passion, not so uncommon at their age. As long as they are being safe about it then I am quite happy for the two of them. Do not be so harsh monsieur!"

Arthur gave him a look mixed between horror and disgust. "They... but they were... were... It's unacceptable! Perhaps you think nothing of such...filth, but I will not tolerate it for one! Alfred! You are never to see this boy again do you understand me?"

Francis pulled himself up, the chumminess suddenly gone. "How dare you sir? Do not speak of my son as if he is anything but the pure angel that he is! There is nothing dirty about what these two are doing if they love one another. You are the filth for assuming such lewd things! Matthieu, how about you and your friend Alfred go for a walk? I think I would like to have a few more words with Mr. Kirkland and I feel they are of the adult persuasion."

Matthew quickly grabbed Alfred's hand. "Come on..."

Alfred didn't immediately move. Matthew looked back at him and saw that he was staring at his Papa with an odd expression on his face. "Al, come on."

Alfred blinked rapidly and snorted. "I hope you talk some sense into him Papa, the prude needs it."

He grinned haughtily at the hurt look on Arthur's face before pulling Matthew from the house. "Young man get back here! Alfred Jones Kirkland, you get back here!"

Francis grabbed his shoulder. "Let us adults talk and the children have their fun, hm?"

Arthur scowled as Alfred and Matthew escaped. He could tell he didn't like the man already. And the fact that he was French made it all the worse.

Once the two boys closed the front door behind them Alfred burst out laughing. Matthew clutched his chest. "Well I'm glad you think it was funny! I feel like I could cry, that was so... Ugh! Papa is frustrating. And now your dad hates me..."

Alfred leaned down, still smiling. He suddenly froze and for a moment his eyes slid past Matthew to the house next door. His eyes scanned the yard, the windows. Nothing. Still... He pulled away abruptly and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Let's go for that walk, yeah?"

Matthew blinked in surprise. He had been expecting Alfred to kiss him. He followed Alfred's gaze and looked behind him at the house but there was nothing to see. Just a normal house on a normal street in a normal suburb. Perhaps the sunflowers gave it a splash of color utterly unique to the surrounding yards but he couldn't see anything worth looking at. Oh, but perhaps Al had been looking at something else?

He quickly ran up to the rapidly retreating figure of Alfred. "W-wait! Don't walk so fast."

After the two have gone a ways Alfred suddenly pulled him close, arm firmly around his waist. "That was a hoot. Papa is something else. Wish I could have listened in on their conversation. I bet Arthur's jaw has dropped a mile by now."

Matthew sighed leaning into Alfred. "I just hope I'm allowed to see you after he's done his damage."

Alfred snorted. "Nah, if anything I'm sure Papa will talk some sense into him."

Matthew raised an eyebrow. It was weird how the boy who refused to call his guardian of ten years Dad was calling a complete stranger Papa. "I don't know..."

Alfred shook his head. "Trust me Mattie. Don't worry. Even if he forbids me from seeing you I'll totally not listen to him. No one is taking you away from me, especially not that bastard. He doesn't give a shit about me, he can't tell me who I can be with."

That can't be true. Arthur obviously cared about him even if he was a bit brisk about it. That's what Matthew thought anyway. Why was Alfred so convinced otherwise? Teen angst? That seemed a little shallow and out of character for Alfred. Still, there were a lot of rumors about him... He had a bit of a reputation as a delinquent, a partier, a slut (which Matthew desperately hoped wasn't true), among other things.

Suddenly Alfred pulled him closer. "What are you thinking about Mattie? Or should I say aboot?"

Matthew rolled his eyes as Alfred snickered. "I was...I was just thinking aboot you." He really had to get out of that habit, it made him sound ridiculous.

"Oh...? Mm..." Alfred's eyes suddenly lit up. "Really? I like that. I like that a lot. Think about me more. In fact, think about me all the time. Think about me until those thoughts fill the sky and I drowned in all of them. I would like that. It will distract me."

Sometimes Alfred said the weirdest things. "Distract you from what Al?"

Alfred looked away. "Mm... Lots of things. Other thoughts about me that I don't like so much."

"I really just don't get you sometimes."

Alfred grinned. "That's okay. It's alright so long as you try, you know? Please try. Don't give up."

Matthew was about to assure him that he had no intention of giving up on Alfred when the other pressed him into a deep kiss right there on the sidewalk. Matthew leaned against Alfred, falling into the kiss. Nothing else mattered.

~.

Arthur scowled at the man in front of him. "Look, I don't care if you let your son be...loose with his sexuality and do as he pleases but I absolutely will not tolerate such things under my roof."

Francis frowned sharply. "I will have you know my son is a regular angel! He has always had top grades, never been in trouble, and I can assure you that your Alfred is the first significant other he has ever had. He's a quiet, sweet boy and has never associated with a bad crowd. I will not tolerate you saying one bad word against him. Most parents would kill themselves for a son as wonderful as my Matthieu. I don't know how I got him. I've been a regular cad my entire life. I'm convinced he was put in my care to teach me to look at the world in a better light. And his sister to teach me empathy and gentleness."

"I don't need a life story. This pertains to a single issue. You don't seem to understand-"

Francis cut in. "No, you are the one who doesn't seem to understand. It has everything to do with it. Besides I like talking about myself. So whether you want me to or not I'm going to weave a lovely story for you about myself and you are going to listen. Make yourself comfortable."

Arthur narrowed his eyes and sat, sipping his now cold tea. The sooner the wanker gave his spiel and left the better.

Francis sat and cleared his throat. "I was a wild youth, I must say. I was very open with my sexual exploits. Men, women, didn't matter. And I was more than willing to experiment."

"I really do not wish to hear the sordid details of your past as a slut. Unless this is leading up to explaining your son's behavior."

Francis gave him an icy look. "Monsieur, if you make one more comment about my son that paints him as anything but a prince I will strike you."

Arthur was silent with fury.

"As I was saying, I did not take care with my exploits and it finally came back to bite me. I impregnated a young woman who simply could not keep the child. She dumped said child on me. Needless to say I was livid...And then I fell madly in love. My dearest Matthieu. He completely saved me from myself. Not all at once. I ended up having a second illegitimate child with another woman who has also inexplicably ended up in my poor custody, my sweet Angelique. And I most certainly am not married now. Still, we make up a decent family and both of my children are the most darling creatures that have ever blessed this earth. I know how difficult it is as a single parent. You are a single father are you not? Well, guardian. Matthieu said something about it at one point."

"I am his father," Arthur spat. "Blood relative or not I care for him as if he were my son."

Francis put his hands up. "Oui, oui, I understand the sentiment perfectly clear. Please Arthur, as a parent you understand then, the desire to see our children happy. Matthieu has never had many friends. He was so lonely when we lived in Montreal. Moving down here has done him so much good. He's just come alive lately and it's all thanks to your son. He adores him Arthur! Don't take that away from him."

Arthur sighed. "It's indecent..."

"It is no such thing! They obviously care for one another. And is there anything wrong if it's a committed relationship? At least we know they won't get the other knocked up, eh?"

"That's not funny!" Arthur narrowed his eyes. "This doesn't sit right with me."

Francis waved his hand dismissively. "You're too stiff. I promise, my son is a darling. You'll fall in love with him too!"

Arthur wiped his face. "Then maybe they should stop seeing one another for his sake. Alfred is a difficult child. He is this close from going to a reform center. He stays out late, goes to wild parties, drinks, I suspect he at least does pot, and...I hate to admit it but he's been quite promiscuous in the past. I forced him to get tested recently. Thank god he was clean but I've been pressuring him to kick his habits. He will be graduating this year and if it's still a problem when he goes to college...I can't even imagine what a nightmare that will be! And he never talks to me. It drives me insane. He defies me at every single turn."

Francis put a hand on Arthur's shoulder, rubbing it lightly. "Trust me, I know how hard it can be. I sympathize. I was quite similar when I was young. I can try to talk to him, perhaps he will relate more to me."

Arthur gave him an all but hateful look. "I'm sure that isn't necessary, thanks."

Francis shrugged. "Alright, alright. But trust me, Matthieu will be nothing but a good influence on him. He's a sweet, loving boy. There is no way he won't heal your Alfred."

Arthur made a sour face. "Well... I suppose they may continue to spend time together...But I do not want you to encourage either of them to have sex! Tell your son to restrain himself and I will do likewise if you don't mind."

"Oh, oui, I will..." The smirk on his lips told a different story. "So, now that we have that out of the way, tell me about yourself. What do you do?"

"...I work with the police department."

Francis raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Magnifique! I do love a man in uniform! Must be terribly exciting."

Arthur gave him a disgusted look. "I have a desk job. I used to be out on patrol but I did my best to get an inside job when Alfred came into my life. The last thing he needed was another person ripped away from him."

"That's rather sweet Arthur. How did his parents die? If you don't mind my asking."

Why was he even talking to this man? "It was a nasty car crash. I was a very good friend to both of them. I can't think of two people who deserved it less. Damned drunk drivers...Bloody hell. It was too soon. Too horrible a way for people like them."

Francis nodded, face properly sympathetic. It put Arthur less on the defense. "To be honest I never expected to have my duties as godfather called upon when I agreed to it. I wish I hadn't had to. But I took it quite seriously. I was determined to raise him to the best of my ability, as if he were my own son. I wanted him to be a child they could be proud of. And it seems I've failed in every way possible. I suppose I wasn't meant to be a father."

Francis grinned. "That's not true, you haven't completely failed. He is with my Matthieu. He is well on his way to the right track."

Arthur couldn't help but chuckle. This man was something else. While he found him horribly grating, he also felt he could be as open as he wished with him. "Would you care for a scone Francis? I baked them myself."

Not knowing it would be the most god-awful thing to ever cross his lips, he agreed. "I'm a chef myself. I always enjoy tasting other's creations."

"A chef huh? How fitting. Well I can't promise much, I'm an amateur at cooking."

"I'm sure it will be fine. As long as I'm waiting for Matthieu to circle back around I would be happy to sample it."

They headed towards the kitchen. Arthur was still horribly disturbed by the image of what he had walked in on but Francis had reassured him somewhat. Star-struck parent or not, there had to be some truth to what he said. He could only hope this boy would indeed be a good influence on Alfred. He was at a loss on what to do. The boy was slipping through his fingers more and more each day and there were nights he awoke in the shadow hours before dawn, quietly terrified that he might have already lost him.

Translations:

Dieu merci! Mon cœur était folle d'inquiétude sur vous - Thank god! I was worried sick about you

Il est très attrayant! Qu'est-ce qu'un prix que vous avez gagné - He is very attractive! What a prize you have won

Magnifique – Magnificent

AN: So if you didn't pick up on it, Matthew and Alfred are 17 and in their last year of high school. Definitely not siblings -laughs- Francis's daughter Angelique is Seychelles. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love the opening scene of this story.