Arthur's heart sank to the pit of his stomach as he saw the maison started to come into view. He slouched down further into his sea, dreading what was to come when he stepped out of the carriage. They came to a stop in before the impressive home's front doors, a tall blond man awaiting him.
The door opened to revel none other than the man that threatened his horrid father's business, Franics Bonnefy himself. The Frenchmen greeted the boy with a very unfitting joyful smile.
"Boujur mon ami!" He greeted, offering a hand for Arthur to take, which he did begrudgingly. "Welcome to your new home, mon cheri." Arthur merely nodded, avoiding eye contact, better to hold his tongue than speak his mind and ruin everything. He climbed out with Francis' help. "Come, come, cheri, my childern are already sitting down to breakfast, they are dying to see you." He gushed excited, not noticing in the least the boy's troubles.
So Arthur followed him into the house, looking around in great awe, it was full of rich French culture, art and beauty. He made sure not to get to distracted by the lavish paintings and lose his host. Getting lost in this big place seemed like an easy task to achive.
"Now, they are just in there." Francis pointed through a door way. "I will not be joining you for I have business to attend to, but they will show you to your room and anwser any of your questions." Francis said with a smile. "Welcome to the family, mon cheri." And with quick kiss to Arthur's cheek he was gone.
Arthur glupped and blushed, what a strange man. He hesitatied, not wanting to enter the dinning room at all, but what else was he was supposed to do? He took a deep breath and plunged into the unknown.
Three pairs of bright blue eyes were upon him instantly as he stepped into the room, for a moment he thought they were triplets till he got a better veiw. He could feel heat rise quickly to his face at being stared at so intently.
"Um...Hello.." He said softly, glancing between them, they were sitting at the far end of the long elgant table. On the left side was a blond girl, most likely the youngest, her hair was long and wavy with two odd cow licks at the part of her hair. In the middle was an older boy than the girl, also a wavy blond with an odd long curl bobbing in the middle of his forehead, he also wore glasses, much like the eldest son which Arthur knew. Alfred, his hair more sandy blond with only a small cowlick at his part.
He could feel his stomach chrun horridly. The three siblings snapped out of it and Alfred was the one who jumped out of this seat and rush over to the young Englishmen.
"Arthur!" He exclaimed, a huge grin plastered across his face. Arthur cursed under his breath. "You came to have breakfast with us?"
Arthur looked at the boy a bit confused at his excitment. "Um, yes, I have..." The American's face lit up like the fourth of July and grabbed Arthur's hand and practically dragged him to his siblings and offered the seat that was next to his.
"Wait her, I'll get the cook to get your breakfast." He said happily to the brit, rushing out of the room, leaving the Brit with the other two Bonnefys.
"Um..My..My name is Matthew, its very nice to meet you, Arthur." The boy with the curl said in such a soft voice compared to his bother. Matthew looked down shyily, cuddling what seemed to be a stuffed polar bear toy. "A-And this is my little sister, Cali." He said, gesturing to the beaming girl next to him.
"Nice to meet cha!" She said happily. Arthur noted her accent was American just like Alfred's, though he couldn't tell what Matthew's was from, but it didn't seem to match his siblings. Such a mix of culture in this family..
"It's a pleasure to meet you both." He said politely, he would not forget his manners just because he was thrown into an arranged marrige.
Cali began to bounce excitedly in her chair, that must run in the family. "So you're gonna marry papa?"
Arthur instantly paled, marry Francis? The man was clearly twice his age! He thought it was supposed to Alfred, compared to the Frenchmen, it was much more perferable!
"Cali!" Matthew gasped in surprise at his sister's bluntness. "N-No! No, Arthur, she means Alfred!" Arthur's mind started to jump around but Matthew cut it off. "You see, papa` is not around all the time and Alfred and her share a mother so he pretty much rasied her. So she started calling him papa, you see?" He rushed, clearly embarrassed on his sister's behalf.
Cali just nodded happily. "Cause papa is papa." She said, as if it was only so obvious.
"Cali, please don't he so blunt all the time!" Matthew scolded softly.
"But papa does it!" She prostesed.
"And he gets in pleanty of trouble for it. And so will you if you're not careful." He cided his little sister. She gave a half hearted wave of understanding, if to do nothing else to get him to stop.
"So you are, right?" She asked again.
Arthur blushed embarrased. "Th-That is why I am here, yes.."
The girl's face light up much like Alfred's, Arthur could see the family resemblance, the boy could be her father. "Yaaaay!" She jumped out of her seat to run over to him and give him a big tight hug. "I've always wanted a mama!"
Arthur flushed brightly. "Cali!" Matthew exclaimed, pulling his sister off him. "I'm so sorry Arthur!" He dragged Cali back to her side of the table, a forlore look upon his face. "I told you to to do that, eh!" He scolded.
She pouted. "I'm sorry, I just got so excited!" She whined, looking over to Arthur. "I'm sorry..."
At that moment Alfred walked in, taking his seat. "What did you do this time, Sunshine?" He asked curious.
"I didn't mean to scare mama, really papa, I didn't!"
Alfred cocked his head to side in confusion. "Mama?"
Matthew's eyes widen. "U-Um, don't worry, Alfred, it was nothing, heh." He explained nervously.
"Uh..okay..."
Soon after, Arthur's food arrived, a tradtional English breakfast right down to the tea, it was rather touching that Alfred would think to ask for that. The siblings fell into a conversation while they finished their own meal and he began his. The brit decided to stay silent, he didn't really feel like speaking.
When there was finally no more reason to stay in the dinning room, they moved on to the parlor for a bit. Holding light conversation amoung each other, before Matthew suggested taking Arthur to get settled in.
"I'll do that!" Aflred volentered, beating Matthew to the Brit, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the stairs.
"Bloody hell!" Arthur shouted. "I'm not a child, I don't need my hand held, git!" He snapped.
Alfred's face had a twinge of disappointed on it, but he looked away to quickly for Arthur to know for sure. "I'm sorry..." I know your not...It's this way." He said, ascending the stairs, letting go, leading the way.
"This is my room here." Alfred said, pointing the next last door of the hall they went down. "And you will be staying here." He said, gesturing to the last door on the other side of the hall, opening the door to revel the breath takingly beautiful lavish room filled with more French decor. "There's a beautiful view of the near by lake out that window." He pointed out the mentioned window.
Arthur moved more into the room to see it for himself, the sight was even more glorious than anything he had ever seen. It was simply amazing with the still early sunlight hitting the misty lake so gently that it lit up like glass. It was something to behold.
"Wow..." Arthur breathed softly in awe.
Alfred grinned in great pride at Arthur's reaction. "I'm glad you like it. Well, I'll leave you to settling in. When you come down we'll be in the living room, its next to the dining room, kay?"
Arthur gave a silent empty nod as the American waved and left the room, left him with his thoughts. This was it, where would be staying for forever more. These were going to be his new family...How was he going to hold himself together?
