Thank all of you so much for your positive response to Chapter 1! And congratulations to Tootsieroll90,who guessed the song that England was singing. It was Beautiful by Athlete (a really amazing British band). PM me with the character/pairing of your choice! So on with the story! Just as a sidenote, I might be starting a multi-chapter fanfic after the obligatory oneshot for Tr90, so updates on this little story dump might be a bit slower.

I UNDERSTAND YEWS WANT INCEST. I WILL MAKE THIS HAPPEN. :DDD

Ages:

About the same as the manga, Al and Mattie are about 19/20, Francis and Art are mid/late twenties, maybe 26?

On with the story, then!~

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It's A Matter Of Taste

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It appeared to be a perfectly normal morning. The sun was shining cheerfully, birds were chirping, and the warm June air was blowing pleasantly outside the Bonnefoy-Kirkland residence.

It was truly a shame that Francis would probably perish before noon.

Said blonde Frenchman was cowering behind a rather large desk in Arthur's study, praying to God that he wouldn't be found until lunchtime. It seemed, however, that even on this fine morning, the fates did not smile upon him. What a pity.

With a great bang, the door flew open, and Francis mentally cursed himself for forgetting to deadbolt said entryway before beginning his hideaway period. He was literally trembling in fear, nearly screaming as the tsundere Brit slowly said, "Fraaaancis… I know you're heeere…~"

Arthur's emerald eyes slowly panned over the room, finally catching the merest glimpse of a shiny black loafer. He laughed loudly, spanning the gap in three quick strides and grabbing the ankle of one very unfortunate Francophone, who began to shriek in terror and claw at the carpet. "NON, NON!!!!"

Arthur paid his cries no heed, opting to simply hoist the blonde over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. Francis would have admired the unexpected feat of strength had he not been on the receiving end and condemned to such a horrible fate.

Walking through the hallways with a frightening sense of purpose, the shorter blonde ignored his captor's screams completely. "Now be quiet, frog, it's time for breakfast." Francis' eyes went wide as dinner platters at the dreaded words.

Were it possible, they went wider still at the sight of his two sons literally chained (this man was deranged) to chairs at the kitchen table, Alfred struggling with all his might, Matthew just sniffling. "Mathieu, Alfred, are you alright? Has he fed you?" Alfred replied with a grimace, "Not yet. He was waiting for you." These words made Matthew cry even harder.

Plopping the French captive into a chair next to the others unceremoniously, Arthur chained him up as well, kissing him lightly afterwards. "And if you struggle," the Englishman whispered softly into his ear, "I'll feed them first."

His body went limp at this. The blonde internally cursed his French pride as he nodded while glancing at his terrified sons.

Arthur cracked a sinister smile, Francis' heart skipping a few beats as he did so. "Wonderful," he said, grabbing a large pot of some, er… Francis wasn't sure, actually. Whatever the sludge was, though, it bubbled menacingly even though it appeared to have the color and consistency of wet concrete.

Francis noted (with much terror) that Arthur struggled to get a ladle to actually enter the substance, finally managing to do so with a soft crack. Dear God.

"Now," said the shorter man, who seemed ten feet taller all of a sudden as he leered over a very horrified Francis, "Open wide…~"

Francis screamed.

And shot about three feet out of his bed, panting as he clutched his silky sheets so hard he swore the creases were permanent. As he glanced around frantically, heart pounding a mile a minute, it took the man a few moments to realize that it was a dream.

'Calm down, Francis, you're safe. Just a dream, old boy. A dream.' He took several ragged breaths as he reminded himself that Arthur loved him; he would never do such a thing as poison the family.

However, as Arthur called up that breakfast was ready, Francis wasn't so sure.

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Oh poor Papa Francis. D;

Next chapter will be some rather *coughcough* interesting interactions between Mattie and Alfred. :D I know you guys love the pairing (judging by your reviews, who doesn't?), so I've planned some smexy time that bumps up the rating a bit (how much depends on my mood ;D). Fun fun.

Also, if you guys haven't read the best fanfiction in the world (no lie, it is seriously the best I have ever read) called Jones Paranormal Investigation Agency by Feux Follets, go read it. Now.

Review plz?

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