So, guys, I want you to meet Matthew and Alfred's sister Claire! She is my OC and I thought it would be fun to put her in XD she is going to be with Scotland later in the story and I also want you to meet Molly's OC Elizabeth! She is Iggy and Scotland's sister and she will be with Denmark later in the story!

Molly: DON'T TELL THEM THAT *Smacks*

Me: IM SORRY DX Yeah so this was writen by me and molly so I how you like it :3

~Story starts~

Matthew had just gotten into the shower when Francis sat down to watch TV. It took all of his will power not to go in and see how hot Matthew's body was. That's when he heard the door to the bathroom open. Matthew came out with only a towel on; Francis' eyes widened as Matthew walked to him and crawled onto his lap. Francis had thought that the little Canadian was innocent but he was totally wrong and he was loving how wrong he was!

"So…you like what you see Francis?" Matthew whispered into his ear, causing Goosebumps to appear on Francis' skin.

"Yes. I do like what I see very much mon amour," Francis replied, smirking. He wrapped his arms around the smaller blondes waist and pulled him closer.

"Francis…I love you." Matthew said with a breathtaking smile on his gentle face.

"Et je t'aime Matthieu," he looked into those stunning purple eyes and pushed back some of Matthew's soft blonde hair. As Francis did this, a small blush made its way across the pale, creamy expanse of Matthew's face.

"How about you show me some good old French-loving, my dear? I would love to be touched by a beautiful person like yourself…"

"Of course mon cher." Then Francis pulled him down so he could taste those soft lips and then-

Francis' eyes opened wide and he jerked his body up on the couch.

''So…it was a dream? Mon dieu…'' he said as his head fell back onto the soft plush of the couch. Just then he saw the door to the apartment swing open and two people fell in, landing hard on the carpet. Francis got up quick but then Matthew came out too, his purple eyes expressing panic.

"What was that!" Matthew asked quickly, looking at Francis, then at the doorway. When he realized what was there, his facial expression changed drastically. "Oh its you two…"

He said with a tone that Francis hadn't heard from him before. It sounded...irritated. Francis stared down at the two people, splayed out. All he could see was the backs of them but he could tell they were both girls. One had straight blonde hair that was very close to Matthew's hair color, and the other had light brown curly hair, both tumbling down their backs. As suddenly as they fell, they were back on their feet.

"DUDE MATTE!" The blonde girl yelled as she tackled Matthew, slurring her words badly. Matthew caught the girl, staggering slightly at her sudden weight.

"Dude bro! We are SOOOOOOO WASTED right now!" The now koala-esque girl said as she hugged him.

Matthew sighed and turned to Francis, his koala still clinging.

"Francis, this is my sister Claire. And that is Elizabeth she is Arthur's sister."

"Matthew! I'm preggy with your baby!" Elizabeth proclaimed, hugging Matthew as well.

"She is what!" Francis blurted. 'Is she for real?' he asked himself.

Matthew sighed again, this sigh sounding more impatient and exasperated.

"Elizabeth, you know I'm gay so there is no way you are pregnant with my baby."

'Well, never mind the ramblings of a crazy drunk girl..." Francis said to himself

"Don't try and get out of this Mattie-poo! You need to make sure that you're there for your baby!"

"Lizzy! I thought you said it was my baby! You whore!" Claire interjected herself into the conversation, feebly flailing at Elizabeth.

"Why would I ever want to have your baby Claire?" And with that statement out of the girls mouth, they both passed out.

"God…is that what they are ALWAYS like?" Francis asked Matthew, his blue eyes wide with shock and, surprisingly, amusement.

"Hm? Oh no! H-haha…they are normal for the most part other then when they are drunk." Matthew picked up Claire and Elizabeth and put them over his shoulders. Francis' eyes widened at Matthew's easy strength.

"Cher here let me take one of them! That surely isn't good for your back."

"Hm? Oh, no it's alright!" Matthew said with a grateful smile. "Um…I'm sorry to ask you, but could these two stay in your bed? You can sleep in mine and I will sleep out here in the living room." Matthew, with a jerk of his head, tried to get some hair that in was his face off. Uncerumonsanily, he dumped the two girls onto Francis' bed and covered them up. This was Francis' chance!

"Non Non cher! I would feel too bad…hm…" he wheeled, 'thinking'. "How about you and I just share a bed? Non? That way everyone can sleep well." Matthew blushed very hard.

"W-well ...I g-guess that would be ok…"

Matthew stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, his toothbrush dangling from his lips, foam surrounding the immediate area. This, combined with the insane look in his eyes, made him look as if he had rabies.

He was going to sleep in the same bed as Francis. Francis, the man he had fallen in love with over the span of a week; Francis, the man he wanted to touch so badly but didn't know how to go about it; Francis, Francis, Francis.

Ripping the toothbrush out of his mouth a bit forcefully, Matthew winced at the pain in his gum and spat out the toothpaste foam forcefully.

Matthew, calm down. Perhaps you're overreacting...? A snide little voice in the back of his mind interjected itself into the whirling, chaotic mess that was Matthew's mind. With a grimace, he quickly stamped out that voice, frowning slightly at his reflection. How did he look? Purple eyes stared back at him, the same reflection that he had known since childhood. Face still the same pale oval, his eyebrows drawn down into a worried frown, lips pressed in a tight line. His curl bounced up and down happily, a light contrast to the dark and tangled mess he was currently.

"Ugh..." Matthew mumbled, slipping his hands underneath his glasses and rubbing his face, rubbing his eyes sideways first, then continuing down to rest on his chin. It was now or never, and Matthew preferred now.

Marching bravely-or so he hoped- out of the bathroom, Matthew stuck out his chest slightly as he strolled into his room. And almost choked on his spit. Francis was lying on his bed, legs crossed the slightest bit, looking for all the world, like a hooker or a porn star. Matthew swallowed hard, and began padding across the soft carpet to stand beside the bed.

"Mon cher, do not be shy. Get in the bed." Francis' voice held a hint of something in it; Something that spoke of red wine, kissing, the moonlight, candles and the scent of vanilla and sweat with limbs entwining-

Matthew shook his head. Francis was certainly screwing up his thought process. Soundlessly, Matthew slid into the bed, pulling the covers up to his ears, trying to resist the urge to reach out, hesitant, and touch Francis. Anywhere. Hugging himself, Matthew curled up into a ball, pulling his knees up close to himself.

"Good night, mon amour," muttered Francis, sounding sleepy and adorable. Matthew resisted the urge to turn around and stare at Francis.

Or kiss him.

Instead, Matthew began conjugating French verbs in his head. When that didn't help, he began trying to say the alphabet backwards.

That seemed to be working, when, suddenly, a hairy, muscular arm wrapped itself around his waist and pulled him closer. Matthew couldn't help it- a tiny squeal erupted from his mouth. Francis snuggled, their limbs entangling, nuzzling his face into Matthew's neck.

"Je t'aime..." Francis murmured in his sleep against Matthew's neck. Matthew froze

but after a moment, his body relaxed and he permitted himself a small smile before whispering,

"Je t'aime aussi."

-In le morning-

"I AM NOT GOING WITH THIS BLOODY TWAT." Elizabeth then winced after

screaming this statement, all the while glaring at Mathias who was standing in the doorway.

"I'm going to guess you have a terrible headache, it feels like someone is stomping on your head and your eyeballs feel ready to pop out?" Mathias, a tall, muscular boy with wind-swept looking blonde hair was smirking at Elizabeth.

"NO!" Another wince.

Iain came out carrying Claire, her limp body nestled in his arms.

"I went in and got her." Then he left after nodding to Matthew, who was staring at him, a frown creasing his forehead. Without thinking, Francis reached forward and smoothed out the creases with his fingers. Matthew looked surprised, then smiled sweetly at Francis. However, he got distracted by his furniture being broken. And it was just as well, for Francis' heart was fluttering in his chest and his knees felt weak.

Mon Dieu. What did he get himself into?

"Iain! I wanna go back into the dark room! It's too light out here!"

The red head scowled slightly.

"Claire just shut up you have class in about 2 hours and you need to get up and go home so you can get ready."

"You do too Elizabeth," Mathias said. They both sounded caring for both of the girls. At their statements, Claire looked slightly resigned, but willing; however, Elizabeth's face was filled with fury and she looked ready to stab someone.

"Matthew, are these two their boyfriends?" Francis asked, curious.

"Oh, no, they are just friends," Matthew said smiling up at him. "But they sure do act like old married couples all the time," he added, rolling his eyes.

Suddenly, a loud knock at the door made them all jump.

"Hey Mattie~! You up bro?"

"God please tell me that's not who I think it is…" Matthew and Claire said at the same time. Just then the door crashed open.

"What is the point in me having locks on the door if my family keeps disregarding them?" Matthew asked, extremely annoyed. Of course, his question was ignored.

"Yo Matt!" It was Alfred, Matthew's twin brother. "So I was just coming by to-" Then he saw Claire, their beloved sister, in the arms of one of the people he hated more then life itself (Although it was hard for the American to hate life- he was pretty happy with the hamburgers and video games.)

"You dumb Scot! I HAVE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES! Leave. Claire. Alone!" he yelled, flailing angrily at Iain who was still holding Claire in his arms and giving Alfred an exasperated look. With a loud sigh, Matthew got up and elbowed Alfred in the belly and Alfred huffed and toppled over onto the ground, all the breath gone from his lungs.

"And how many times do I have to tell you that there is no fighting in my home?" Francis was amazed to say the least; he never knew that his cute little Canadian lover could be so strong.

"I swear, you need to start thinking before you do things you git," a male British voice chastised, coming from the doorway.

"H-hey Artie…" Alfred gasped in pain.

"You bloody git! You know my name is Arthur not Artie," he told his American lover, a look of annoyance on his face. Alfred simply laughed and crawled on the ground, pulling himself forward to wrap his body around Arthur's leg.

"ARRRRRTTTIIIEE~"

"BLOODY HELL!"

God…what HAD Francis gotten himself into?