When I arrived in Corsica that cold February of 1785, I did not know what to expect. Since it was Poleon who invited me, I hoped that I would not receive any ill wishes from his family, who most likely still detested me.

I made my way to my parents' home and I lied to Mum about Uncle Arthur letting me come. Since I was an angel in her eyes, she let it slide.

After leaving my luggage there, I made my way to the Bonaparte's fancy home. Once there, I gently knocked on the door.

A couple minutes went by and Joseph opened the door. He greeted me politely, although the hidden dislike was still obvious. I ignored it as he let me in.

Those that could be present were there. Madam Bonaparte stood there, clad in black, and with a child in arms. Apparently Carlo had left behind yet another child.

Her icy yet mournful gaze fell on me. As her lips parted to begin cursing my presence, Napoleon strolled over and hugged me, quietly thanking me for coming. I returned the hug, ignoring the glares I was receiving.

I nodded and unwillingly released him. It had felt good holding him close to me. Napoleon's waist felt small, not as small as a lady's of course but satisfyingly small. His hair was long, an inch or so above the shoulders and his grey eyes, despite being full of sorrow, were beautiful.

"Shouldn't you be in England?"Madam Bonaparte asked, not even bothering to disguise her dislike for me.

"Yes, ma'am, but Napoleon requested for me to come over for his father's funeral. After gaining permission from my uncle, I came, in respect to Napoleon's wishes."

"Even so, shouldn't you be studying?"

"Yes, ma'am, but I came to support Napoleon as he requested."

"Mother," Joseph interrupted suddenly. Madame Bonaparte turned to look at him. "It is time for the service. We should all be going."

She bit her lip before nodding. "Very well, Joseph."

The family slowly left the room, clearly to go where Carlo would be buried. Napoleon took my arm and led me over after the last of his relatives came out.

The funeral went uneventful. The priest carried out the service, something interesting to me since it was a Catholic service. Being Puritan, it felt strange being in the presence of a pastor that was not for my religion.

As his casket was lowered, the family dropped flowers onto it. Madame Bonaparte quietly wept, but otherwise kept a straight expression.

When it was covered, we all stood there in silence. Some of his siblings spoke a couple words. I stayed silent, gazing at the grave.

I had not gotten well with Carlo while he had been alive. I could recall the instances he would scold me for being near the house and left the expelling to Madame Bonaparte. While she played a bigger role in my oppression, he still partook in it and that was enough for me to dislike him. I could not say he was the best father, for despite succeeding in getting his sons into good schools in France, he had led a lavish lifestyle, which contrasted with the simplicity Madame Bonaparte raised their children in. Too much of an aristocrat, and my apparent poverty had been his main reason for wanting me as far away from Napoleon as possible. Interest in me increased only due to my being related to Uncle Arthur, Navy General and British Duke.

Either way, may he rest in peace. I will watch over Napoleon now.

AN: I was able to finally post on this story after too long of a pause! (It is already finished in my notebook). Thanks for being patient :3

I must express once more my disappointment in the lack of information on Carlo's funeral so I followed a traditional Catholic funeral.

Please bear in mind that Napoleon's family dislike Liberty(Alfred) because he is British and shows clear signs of being homosexual. Madame Bonaparte does not want Napoleon to be "corrupted" (same reason for her dislike of Josephine- she believed the former Viscountess had corrupted her Poleon.)

Joseph is suppose to be the nicest of them all, but he was quite rude to Josephine when he was in her presence so you will be seeing him occasionally act nice to Liberty(Alfred). This is a mask, though, mainly out of respect for Napoleon and Joseph's kind nature. Joseph does dislike Liberty(Alfred).

The next chapter will be a bit mature. Keeping with F.F's policy of some but not fully detailed sexual scene, it will be a dud, considering this is a mature fanfic but it cannot be explicitly detailed but it will be detailed so I will try my best.

Toodles for now!