It's been a few hours since I posted my other chappie. Well, I ate a cup a noodle, played robot unicorn heavy metal, and got extremely bored. Not even memes could keep me going. I got a few hours to kill and for some reason I don't want to clean... weird.
Even as I type this lame introduction, I can't help but already plot the amazingness that will come. Well, I kinda wanted to release this in a few days to keep you guys interested. But I'm so froggin bored.
*M POV* (Why do I always start this way?)
"I'll get it!" I hollered over my shoulder when I heard someone knocking on the door to our flat. Some how Gilbert got me moved in into his flat before the first semester was over. I can't say I didn't like it, it's been really fun.
I walked from my room to the door which opened to reveal Alfred whom I haven't seen since July 2nd. "Matt! Let me in before I die!" Before I could answer, he made his way in.
"Guess what Matty. I got enrolled in college as soon as you left. As soon as Winter Break started, Arty let me come here to see you. He and Francis are gonna be here in a few days for the holidays."
"Great." was all I got out before he rambled again. His intrusive ways were a bit annoying like ususal, but I can't say I didn't like seeing him. I had missed him as well as our parents.
"Cool place. Is the college paying for this too? Sweet, how do I get a full scholar ship?"
"No-" I was cut off by the albino walking in.
"Hey, who's at the door?"
Alfred waved madly as if he were tying to get someone's attention in a crowd. "Yo! Gil, I forgot you live up here now. Why are you visiting Matty?"
He raised an eyebrow at me; I told him I told my family.
"Musta... slipped my mind?" I tried, giving that awkward chuckle that made people know you were lying.
"I'm not visiting Matthew per se." he calmly replied to the boisterous male.
"Then what?" he asked a bit confused.
"This is my flat and Matty's here."
That just seemed to confuse him more. "No, all the letters and stuff say he lives here. This is Matty's place." He grabbed me into a one armed side hug as if he were sticking up for me.
"Alfred, Mathew and I live together." For once I hated his suggesting way of speaking. You had to be quite blunt with Alfred.
"Oh, cool. I have a room mate of my own, Tony. He's a pretty cool guy, ya know?"
"No, Alfred. We're dating. We're living under the same roof, we're together." He replied, an annoyed edge creeping int his voice. As for me, I just braced myself for the explosion.
"What! EEEWWWW! You're gay Matthew! How could you. Plus he's so old and creepy. You like this loser?" and so forth.
I expected that. What I hated was I couldn't will myself to speak. He was yelling at me for doing what I felt I should and I couldn't defend my self.
Gil probably saw me shrinking in on myself and put his hands on Alfred's shoulders. "You need to calm down. He's always been this way and you seemed to like him before. Now you just know a little bit more about him and you suddenly hate him? I hate homophobic people like you, besides, aren't your parents 'gay' as you put it?"
His eye got cold despite their warm color, his voice no longer had an annoyed edge, it was dangerous and protective.
"That's different, their my parents, not my brother! And what are you going to do about it?" he sneered.
Gil removed his hands and cracked them, "I could easily beat you up, because let's face it, you're wimpy. Do you even lift?"
Alfred chuckled, not the happy kind, the 'it's cute that you think you can beat me up kind.'
Hurriedly I step between the two. "Stop!"
Gil gently moved me out of the way so he wouldn't hurt me in the crossfire but Al had already left. He also left the door open...
*Gil POV*
All I can say is wow. That guy came waltzing into our house, yelled at Matthew with out being backed up, and then left as if WE had done something to offend him.
And to top it all off, Matty was crying. I wrapped my arms around him, "What's the matter?"
All he could do for a few minutes was bawl while I tried my best to soothe him.
"He hates me now because of something I couldn't help. If he reacted that way, how are Papa and Dad going to react?"
"Pay him no mind, he's just a homophobic jerk."
"No, he's not. He always made me kiss him and stuff when we were younger. Now he just hates me."
"He hung out with football jerks, he probably got the impression that being homosexual is bad. He might be one himself and just doesn't want to admit it."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
"Just calm down birdie."
*Time skip like none other... well like a few others...*
*Francis POV*
I couldn't believe my gorgeous eyes. Well, they were more my ears that I couldn't believe, but those are still gorgeous and flawless, so I didn't actually have a hard time believing them, it was more my son i couldn't believe, that and mon amie!
Was mon petit Mattieu really in amour with Gilbert? I was just appalled. No other words can explain what I felt. It didn't feel wrong, or too shocking. It just seems it can't be so!
Basically I stood there in my designer winter wear gaping. I though Arthur would have a harder time digesting it than I did. He was so strict on the boys upbringing and was always mortified if they so much as got a bad grade. But, non, he just sat there sipping his maple coffee probably wishing it was tea.
"So... you've done zings with mon inncoent Mattieu?" I questioned a bit too harshly, I'll admit that much.
"Francis, you don't need to worry. I won't do anything unless he's comfortable with it. We even have separate rooms, can't have me bugging him while he's studying." he said. His arm was around Mattieu as they sat in the love seat. He looked quite comfortable while my boy was blushing and sitting on the couch as if he was forced and would bolt away at any given chance.
"I'm sorry, but I must oppose. You two are just not a good match. It seems just yesterday 'e was taking you out for ice cream after your silly 'ockey game. I can't let you two carry on in a dead relationship."
"Francis stop," Arthur pulled me back into my seat. I hadn't realized I had stood up. "Aren't you always the one that says love has no boundaries? Besides, if it is dead as you say, it'll end soon enough."
"Zat's just an excuse to get you into bed..." he raised on of those adorably bushy eyebrows at me, "I mean... Mon amour. The love I feel for you knows no boundaries. The so called love zey claim zey 'ave will crumble if tested. I just don't want my dear sweet boy to be hurt when zis man leaves 'im."
It was Gilbert's turn to raise an eyebrow at me, I just couldn't speak my usual charming speak today.
"Francis, before you met eyebrows, you claimed you loved every woman and man you met at a bar. I can guarantee you that I feel nothing like that towards Matthew."
"And 'ow would you know that?"
"I've spent plenty of time with him for the past six years. I know him as well as you do, maybe better."
"'ow dare you. Is zat an insult?"
"Francis, calm down, let me handle this." Aaah, my lover's beautiful accent could do wonders on me.
"I agree, you should know Matthew pretty well by now, you were always at his games which we neglected and you always seemed to have a blast with him. But what your feeling is not love per se. I mean, you could love him like a brother or you could love him like a father, but you do not know for certain that you love him like you say you do."
I was just amazed at how easily Arthur handled this situation.
"I know this is real. I'm sorry to say this, but you can leave if you don't agree with this. Alfred did..." Matthew spoke up for the first time we found out that they were together, he mumbled the last part, but I heard him. It was true, I hadn't seen our eldest son even though he said he would be going earlier than us to spend some quality time with his brother.
"We won't dear. Why would you think that."
"Alfred left. He yelled at me for being homosexual and tried to beat up Gil."
"Oh my... I wonder where he is now." he murmured to himself, "Well, I know that we want to spend Christmas together as a family. We'll track down Alfred later,"
"Speak for yourself. I never said I was staying." I couldn't help myself. I knew I anted to stay with Matthew and I really didn't have a problem, though it felt like the words spewed out of my mouth with out my actually meaning them.
"Francis you git! If you want to be an idiot, go on ahead, but I ensure, you WILL feel my wrath when I get back home. Everything you've said today implies you actually want that."
Let's just say I stayed quiet for the rest of the evening. Sure I wasn't afraid of my husband, you just never want to get on his bad side. All those times we were fighting, we both knew that we weren't really mad at each other.
I was going to make more, but it's a half baked idea so... I'll push it into another chapter. Be warned guys, bad America is coming.
I really have nothing else to say except this took me like three hours. I kept on getting interrupted...
Review, I'll like you.
