"Hey, Alfred, What are you doing?" Matthew panicked and turned away to look.

"Um, Peter, I'm Matthew." He felt like banging his head on the seat rest, the back of the seat, anything. Of course, the one kid that sees them has to be one he knows personally and has to see on a monthly basis.

"Who is this?" Matthew really, really wished Francis would be quiet right now.

"This is Peter. I babysit for him sometimes."

"It's not babysitting; its kidsitting."

"Oh, of course, Peter."

"So, you haven't answered my question. What were you doing? Is it like what Mom and Dad do when they think I'm asleep and they wrestle together?" Matthew blushed deeply, of all the embarrassing situations. He'd rather have his brother catch him kissing then Peter. No, wait, take that back, he didn't feel like getting Alfred out of jail for murder.

"Umm, no, Peter, um. . .I was just trying to get the popcorn out of his shirt."

"Well, why weren't you looking at his shirt? It makes it easier to get the popcorn out. And Mommy says that kissing isn't okay. Mommy said I'm not allowed to kiss Raivis, he's my best friend. I just want to show him I like him, just like Daddy does to Mommy. Why do you get to kiss your best friend?"

"Umm, well, Peter that would be because. . .we're older than you are."

"So, when I'm your age, I get to kiss Raivis?"

"Um, maybe. It depends on whether he likes you back and whether your mom and dad says its okay." Matthew mentally apologized for telling Peter this.

"All right, got it. How old are you?"

"Umm, seventeen."

"Okay, just seven years left. Alright, counting down."

"Peter, your mom and dad are probably looking for you; you better go find them."

"Okay, see ya, Alfred." Matthew didn't bother to correct him this time. He promptly vacated Francis' lap, leaning back against the seat, embarrassed and exasperated.

"Oh gosh, what am I going to do? I have to see them in a couple weeks and I won't be able to look them in the face after this."

"It's not so bad, mon cher."

"How is it not bad?"

"He thinks you're Alfred so if he tells his parents, your brother will get in trouble."

"That's all fine, except I don't want my brother to get in trouble and he'll know it was me."

"Well, mon cher," he purred, reaching an arm around Matthew seductively, "Let's continue from where were before we were oh so rudely interrupted."

"Nope," he rebuffed, but made no attempt to move Francis' arm. "No more kissing in the movie theater. We don't want a repeat of this incident."

"What shall we do then?"

"Watch the movie, it started at least five minutes ago." Francis found this bet harder then he had originally thought, due to the presence of three evil beings who claimed to be talking chipmunks. In his opinion, they were more like giant rats and Francis absolutely despised rats. It all went back to an incident in his childhood that if asked about, he would deny completely, hiding behind a girl, and watching as she calmly killed the thing. He couldn't even summon the interest when they started cross dressing or whatever it was they did. That showed exactly how much he was paying attention to the plot.

With now six rats running around on stage, Francis turned his attention away from the movie completely and onto more beautiful subjects, in a word, Matthew, who was focused on the screen. He was hoping that they could commence another make out session, only this time not get caught by some annoying brat but Matthew seemed oblivious when he reached his hand over and laid it lightly on his knee. He was disappointed by Matthew's lack of reaction to his touches.

Matthew couldn't believe this was happening, oh gosh, Francis was touching his knee and well, he probably needs to get comfortable with that. But if Francis gets a make out sessions, then he'll probably lose the bet because Francis would probably be fine anywhere as long as he got to be romantic so, for the sake of winning, he had to pretend that all of this was not making him want to lean over and kiss Francis' lips. They were so luscious and were just begging for it and were in a slight pout because he wasn't being noticed.

He pretended to stay focused on the movie, even though he had seen it three times courtesy of Alfred,who claimed that him and Alvin were homies, and oh gosh, was his hand moving? Matthew tried hard to keep still and show outwardly that this wasn't affecting him but as it just kept gravitating closer and closer, he didn't know what to do. Finally, he took the initiative and took Francis' hand, holding it in a way that emulated teenagers holding hands for the first time. He looked at Francis with an ever so small smirk and hoped that the room was dark enough that he couldn't see the Canadian's blush.

Francis left his hand there, he wasn't going to pull it away, this was too enjoyable, and couldn't continue with his plan since reaching with his other hand over would be too awkward and probably wouldn't reach. Matthew now had to alternate his gaze between the screen and their intertwined hands. He had to look at them to confirm that this wasn't just a dream and yes, he, Matthew Williams-Jones was holding hands with the Francis Bonnefoy in a movie theater, watching a brainless children's movie-Take that, everyone who had ever put him down or forgotten about him!

Francis couldn't fathom what Matthew was thinking about at this moment. The light from the screen didn't give away enough of his face and he was trying to keep it blank.

In an hour, Francis seriously needs to kiss Matthew, kiss, touch, make love, anything but holding hands. He couldn't bear the slight contact off their hands, he needed something more. He desperately needed to now how much time was left in the movie but he couldn't reach his watch as it was currently on the hand being held captive by Matthew's hand. Soon, they reached some really lame climax with a really lame conclusion and Francis was contemplating murdering the director of this movie, and the producer, and the actors- he could do it after all, he saw half these people at the Hollywood parties-he blamed the high, squeaky noises.

Matthew was used to the hyper voices; it kind of sounded like Alfred when he was younger or for like the entire month of July because for both their birthdays they would get a helium tank to blow up balloons and Alfred would keep going in there and making his voice squeaky. Even now when they didn't blow up balloons anymore, Alfred still bought a helium tank.

Francis watched the credits roll by with unmatched excitement(except for when he finally had sex with Matthew, he's going to be excited then).

"Okay, Francis," Matthew said optimistically. "Only nine hours left." If not for the prospect of finding out ten highly personal questions to his boyfriend, Francis would have walked out then(or when the chipmunks started talking).

Matthew lightly pulled his hands out of Francis' to get some popcorn which went highly neglected during the handholding. "Would you like some?" he asked, offering him the rather large bucket.

"Oh no thank you mon nuage, unless you would let me taste in another way." To emphasize his point, he leaned in with the intent of kissing him; Matthew pulled away.

"I told you, I'm not kissing you in the movie theater, especially during a children's movie."

"Is another one on next?"

"Yep. Avatar."

"Mon cher, that's not a children's movie."

"No, the Last Airbender."

"Ah." Matthew chose not to mention that he'd seen both of them four times.

"What about after that?" He pulled out the tickets and started rifling through them. "Inception." Matthew's eyes gleamed.

"I love that movie."

"I'm glad, mon petit lapin. Is there romance?"

"No just a dead, suicidal and homicidal wife."

"Oh."

"Just wait, it's an awesome movie." While watching another stream of pointless, repetitive commercials, Francis' attempts to coax Matthew to the bathroom for a make out session were sadly unsuccessful. Matthew had to say, he was enjoying all the attention. Avatar, um never mind, The Last Airbender started with its quite lame opening read by Katara that Matthew could recite by heart, despite strong professions of its lameness. Alfred seconded him on both aspects. Then they were thrown into the movie with all its boomerang-swinging, element-bending, creepyfireship-attacking, and so forth. Francis didn't have a chance to make a move and tried to be complacent with a hand wrapped around Matthew's shoulders.

Matthew watched the movie with focus but made snide comments in his head about missed pronunciation and inaccuracies-he had watched the TV show when he was younger. Still he couldn't help but get tired, he'd had trouble getting to sleep the last night with all of the happenings and then didn't get to sleep in as late as he would have preferred.

By the time the lame ending fight sequence where the fire benders ran in fear from Aang started, Matthew was asleep on Francis' shoulder and Francis' arm was running through his hair soothingly. He couldn't help but admire his cute face while sleeping, well actually he thought he was cute all of the time but now especially because there was no worries or inhibitions or shyness or sarcasm etched into his face, just an innocent boy. When the movie ended, he woke Matthew up, not wanting him to miss Inception. He was sad to wake him up but didn't want him to miss the movie he loved so much. Matthew woke up groggily, rubbing his eyes in a cute way that reminded Francis of a little kid and taking a drink of his soda in an attempt to wake him up. He made a few half-formed sentences before Francis lightly informed him that the movie was playing. He turned toward the screen and soon woke up with the excitement of the movie.

Francis waited with anticipation born of Matthew's enthusiasm. He wasn't disappointed. It was an interesting movie and quite complicated. Plus, he was quite excited when they went to his beloved country of France, even though it was only briefly.

Once they movie ended, he finally managed to kiss Matthew probably because he was so elated to see the movie, plus Francis was sexy enough that no one could resist him for long. As they were kissing, a shadow fell upon them and both of them looked up.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were my brother but my bro wouldn't be sucking some other guys face-oh gosh, Mattie?" Matthew paled and let out a Quebecois curse word under his breath. Alfred stood there with an extra large soda, a bucket of popcorn, and a horrified expression. "Mattie, what are you doing?" Alfred sounded almost hysterical.

"Um, Al, I'm on a date."

"It's all right, Mattie. I know, this pervert kidnapped you and is making you kiss him. Don't worry I'll save you!"

"Al, he's my boyfriend and this is perfectly consensual."

"And he has a brain hypnotizing ray that is making you say this."

"Al, listen to me. I like him. He likes me. So we went to the movies and are kissing. Its not that hard to understand."

"Well, what happened to my little innocent Mattie?"

"Al, I've had a couple boyfriends before. You've just never figured it out."

"Who?"

"Some kid from another school and umm," he looked down. "Miguel."

"What? That commie bastard. You know that we're worst enemies right? Didn't he beat you up that one time?"

"Yes and then he apologized and bought me ice cream."

"Okay, Mattie, I'm sorry. I haven't been protecting you as well as I should have. I'm sorry. So let's ditch this pervert and go hang out, alright? I won't let them get to you again."

"Al, I'm not ditching him; that's rude"

"Fine, if you'd rather hang out with some pervert who only wants to get in your pants than your big brother then fine." He turned to leave then returned, sticking out his arm and dumping his XL soda onto Francis' lap. He stuck out his tongue childishly and left. Matthew immediately turned to Francis', apologizing for everything from the soda companies to their parents, for having twins. Five minutes later, as Francis tried to clean the soda off of Francis' all-too-stylish clothes, Matthew was still apologizing and trying to help.

"Matthew, its not your fault so stop apologizing so much."

"But-" Francis shut him up in the easiest way, leaning forward and kissing him. Matthew didn't object, moving his mouth against Francis' before he pulled away.

"Um, we're in a public bathroom. Can we continue this somewhere else and also where my brother can't walk in?"

"Of course, mon cher." He wasn't going to tell him this but in simple terms, his brother was a douche. "Why don't we get in the car and head for my place for a change of clothes and then well, we'll go from there?"

"Alright." Matthew followed Francis out of the bathroom and almost out the door, stopping at the threshold as Francis continued. He looked back when he realized Matthew was no longer following.

"I won," Matthew declared before following him out the door. Francis lamented his loss as they got into the limo.

This is the longest fanfiction I have ever written, clocking in at 14000 words right now. There will most likely be six chapters. I have written all but the last. My goal is to finish this before the end of February. Wish me luck!

Anyway, I had two reviewers, so you got the chapter in 12 days. So I need reviewers to meet my deadline of February, so. . .I think you know what I'm implying.

Anyway, I've almost finished, just have to write the ending scene, that has at least one thousand more words and some kind of conclusion.

So with this story, I'm attempting some kind of suspense where at the end you go ohhhhh thats what happened and look back over to see that there were clues. I probably didn't succeed but tell me if any of you have any guesses at the plot. Hint: It was inspired that one movie and that one other movie and Hetalia. To be more precise, the movie that has some famous actor that goes to England and falls in love with a guy but leaves and after all kinds of drama, they get together. I think its called Nottingham or something. No scratch that, there is no movie called Nottingham but anyway. . .yeah. The other movie, well I can't tell you what it is but it was filmed where I was born. Mwah hahahhah. None of you know where I was born.

EDIT: Alright, as you do not know, I now have a beta so no one has to deal with my atrocious grammar and the spelling mistakes SpellCheck can't fix. Their name is Matthew Kirkland Williams (wonder who their favorite Hetalia character is. . .hmm). Anyway so my fanfics will be easier to read from now on and hopefully someone will stop me from posting crappy stuff and force me to get of my lazy butt and write.