Chapter 1
Alfred
8:00 am July 1st London, England
Beep beep beep beep
Narrator: the alarm rang loudly in Alfred's ear his eyes opened wide and he reached across the bedside table to get his glasses. He put them on and looked at the clock 8:01. He sat up in his bed and ran to his "fathers" room well he called him dad. He was a male after all but he was Alfred's mom he did give birth to him after all.
"dad dad dad wake up" He shook his (for argument sake let's just say mother )till he woke up
"Alfred leave me alone your plane doesn't leave till 1:30 Uk time" he said with his eyes closed drifting back off to sleep
"I know but I need to be there by 11:00"He continued to shake Arthur "Dad please wake up"
"did you finish packing for your trip to America" Arthur smiled because he already knew his son was not prepared.
Alfred looked at his mother with a guilty face "uuuuuu well hold on two minutes" Alfred ran down the hall to his room
" that's what I thought "Arthur yelled across the hallway wile Alfred stuffed the folded cloths he put aside earlier into a duffle bag including a toothbrush toothpaste and a hair brush, but before he could do that he looked in the mirror and brushed out his short blond hair. His attention was forced towards his eyes. When he was small and used to cuddle up to his mother while he read a story he would always say that Alfred had blue eyes just like his father and Alfred would always catch Arthur staring at his eyes. Of course Alfred knew who his father was after years of internet research he figured out that his father's name was Francis Bonnefoy and he lived in Paris, France, but he had failed to find out about if he had other siblings.
" Alfred hurry up it's almost 9:00 we need to get in the car it's a long way to the airport"
"coming" He threw on some cloths dropped his pjs in the hamper got his bag and ran down the stairs " ready"
"aren't you going to have breakfast first"
" um no I'm good "Alfred's voice cracked on the last word he was aware of how bad his mother's cooking was
"okay let's get in the car" Arthur picked up his car keys.
Alfred was excited to go to America only 1 of the top students from each of the participating schools around the world in his year got to go to camp in America
"okay so we need to get to the Eurostar train station and catch our train at 10:30 to Paris than we need to take a taxi to the airport and fly to America why do you want to go to the PARIS airport again"
" oh shut up and let me drive"
Alfred knew it wasn't a good time but "when were you planning to tell me about dad"
Arthur looked at his son he knew what he meant but Alfred what's wrong with you I am your dad
"Come on don't pull that bullshit on me, I want to know about my father I already know who he is"
And at that the car came to a jolt and swerved a little in the road
"what you're telling me you knew who your father is "
"oops"
"oops, my ass"
"well I was on the internet one day and I just thought it would be good to know who my father was, I mean all you gave me is where he lives, why don't you ever talk to him and why have I never met him"
" you have met him"
" I was a baby"
"You were four and please do understand we tried but we couldn't and when you were little we adored you and ...…and "
"and what"
"forget about it, but we loved each other and we loved you, it's not my fault I that frog was an idiot" The tears were welling up in his eyes
"are, are you crying"
"I don't cry I'm British"
"bullshit"
"get out of the car were at the train station"
"please don't be mad can we just forget this?"
"okay run along " Arthur didn't want to bug he knew his son only wanted to learn about the life that they had before the split, but then he started thinking of the gorgeous France Bonnefoy with his long blond golden locks that went up to his shoulders, his heavy French ascent and what he missed most of all those dark blue eyes that whenever he looked at them he started to melt like putty in to Francis' arms.
They made it to the airport in 3 hours