Matthew was coming back from school with his big brother Alfred. Truth to be told, he didn't want to go home. He knew that if he would go back, he would have to hear them screaming again. But he had no choice. Matthew was 6 years old. At least, he had his big brother Al with him. Al was 8 years old. You would think an 8 and 6 year old wouldn't go back home alone but their parents didn't have any time to pick them up. Speaking of their parents, they were quite an odd couple. Matt and Al had 2 fathers so they were adopted. One was an obstinate and grumpy British man called Arthur and the other a flirty and frivolous French man named Francis. They were always fighting and could never agree on anything. This was one of the reasons Mathieu didn't want to go home. Another reason was that every so often, his dads would get into a huge argument and they would say stuff Matthew didn't want to hear. Stuff like how much Arthur preferred Alfred to him and how he wished Francis would leave and die or like how Francis would always say that he was going leave Arthur with the children's. Matthew didn't want his Papa to leave, he loved him, he loved both of his dads, but if he had to choose, Francis would be the best. He was always telling him how cute he was, bribing him with gifts and making him good food, unlike Arthur who could not cook even if his life depended on it. Then there was Al. Alfred was the eldest and was always trying to protect his little brother, hugging him tightly every time their parents would fight. Even though sometimes Matt was jealous of all the attention Al had, he loved him very much.
They were coming close to the house and Matthew could feel bad things were going to happen today. He didn't know why nor what but he knew it. When they entered the house, he could feel the tension in the air. He squeezed his brother's hand as they walked into the kitchen. Arthur was sitting at the table, drinking his tea as he was reading the papers while Francis was cooking both in a heavy silence. Francis turned around and smiled. ~
'' AHH~ Mes chéries! You're back! How was school today? '' ''IT WAS AWSOME! We played in the park outside and I made the biggest castle!'' Francis laugh and came closer. '' Well that is pretty impressive! How big was it?'' ''THIS BIG!'' Alfred stretched his arms as far as he could! ''OH MY! It is indeed very big! '' Francis patted Alfred's hair. '' And you Mathieu, how was your day? '' ''It was good.'' Matthew answered shyly. Meanwhile, Alfred had gone to explain his many ''adventures'' of the day to Arthur. ''It was just good? Tell me, mon Mathieu, what did you do today? '' Matthew smiled and was about to answer when Arthur suddenly cut him.
'' His name is bloody Matthew, not ''Mathieu''. Call him the proper way! He's already been taught enough of your language. '' Oh! And is there a problem with my language, mon cher? '' '' Yes there is you bloody wanker!'' Here there go again, though Matthew. He knew it would happen. He silently left the room and went to his bedroom. The screams started getting louder and louder and he covered his ears with his pillow. He knew something bad was going to happen. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his back. He jolted and looked up to see his brother with a worried look. It took half a second and the two brothers where in a tight embrace, hoping it would end soon. They stayed this way until both fell asleep to the sound of the screams.
The next morning Matthew was the first one up, as usual. He looked around the room. Something felt odd. He got up, trying not to wake his brother and went to the kitchen. It was empty. That was really strange. Normally, Francis would be the first one up to make breakfast. If he didn't, Arthur would start cooking and no one would want that. Matthew started to worry. He went to his parents' bedroom but none of them were there. He looked in the bathroom, no one. He was starting to panic a little. When he went to look in the living room, he saw Arthur, sitting on a chair, massaging the side of his head. He looked as if he hadn't slept for the whole night. When he looked up, Matthew saw his eyes were red just like he cried a lot.
'' Oh Matthew… You're up early today. '' Arthur said smiling, trying to regain his composure.
'' Whewe is Papa?'' Asked Matthew. Arthur's smile disappeared. He suddenly got up.
'' W-What do you want for breakfast? I-I'll cook it for you.'' He went into the kitchen trying to ignore the question and opened the fridge. Matthew silently followed him even more worried than before.
''W-We have some eggs left… or maybe a toast? Do you want me to cook-'
''Daddy…'' Matthew's voice was starting to crack a little. '' W-Where is Papa?''
Arthur closed the fridge and looked into Matthew's eyes. The British man looked like he was about to cry which didn't help Matthew feel better. Arthur looked away and answered in a whisper:
'' He's gone…''
''W-What?'' Matthew was in shock. He couldn't have heard right… It was impossible.
'' H-He's gone… Francis is gone.''
'' But he will come back right? ''
''N-No he won't… He will not come back…''
''You'we lying! Papa isn't gone! He can't !''
''Matthew listen-''
''NO!NO!NO! You'we lying!''
'' LISTEN!'' Arthur screamed scaring the child. '' HE WON'T EVER COME BACK! I AM NOT BLOOD LYING!'' Suddenly, Arthur regretted his outburst. Matthew's eyes were filling with tears.
'' You'we lying… It can't be twue… He pwomised he would stay with me fowevew…'' Matthew was now crying. Arthur picked him up in his arms. He could feel the wet tears falling on his shirts.
''Shhh…It's ok…I'm sorry I screamed.'' He patted the five year olds back.'
'' *Sob* H-he pwomised… *Sob* ''
'' Shhh… It's okay Matthew. '' Arthur looked up and saw Alfred in the doorway, his eyes also filling with tears. He wondered how long the elder brother had been there. He made a sign for him to come closer. Alfred hesitated for a second before running in his father's arm and also started crying.
''Shh.. It's okay my dears. It's going to be okay… I promise…''
Hello and thank you for reading~ I hope you enjoyed!
In this story i'm going to make Arthur one of the worse person you could ever meet. It's not because i hate him! HE'S MY FAVORITE CHARACTER! But the story needs him to be the bad guy.
Translation:
Mes chéries! = My sweet hearts! or My dears!
mon cher = my dear
* Once again, hopped you enjoyed and please review! *