AN: Hi Guys! Here's another chappie! Hope you like it!

Warnings: Swearing and Blowjob

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia!

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Meeting the Kirklands: Meeting Edward Kirkland

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"YES! DONE!"

A tall red haired man dressed in a black business suit exclaimed loudly as he finished typing the last sentence of his report. He quickly opened the right hand drawer of his black modern office desk and pulled out his red flash drive. After he transferred the document to the device, he pressed down on the little red button on the left side of his desk to alert his secretary outside. After which, he diverted his attention from the red button back to his laptop. A goofy smile formed on his face as the wallpaper of his laptop came into view.

It was a picture of a small blond boy with thick eyebrows and emerald green eyes on a small swing. He was hugging a plushie of a mint coloured bunny with wings close to his chest all the while pouting cutely at the camera. He was in a snow white dress which was knee levelled, with white stockings and gloves. To finish the look he had on black closed shoes and a big red bow on top of his golden head. The red haired man sighed as he gazed affectionately at the picture, not noticing a blonde woman entering the room and stopping in front of his desk.

"Mr Kirkland, you wanted to see me?" The woman inquired as she gave her boss a curious look.

The man looked up from the computer screen with a smile and a dreamy look in his eyes. "Hmmm? Oh Lucy, you're here. I need you to print document 5 on this USB."

Lucy raised an eyebrow at her boss when she saw him smiling. He was Edward Kirkland a man known for his strictness, intelligence and above all else his seriousness. Catching him smiling means either two things, one: Apocalypse is upon the world. Or two: his son must be coming home. Her eyes fell on the window on the side of the room which offered a great view of the city outside, and she saw no smoke or fire or aliens coming out from the buildings and assumed it probably wasn't the apocalypse.

"Your son is coming to visit sir?" She asked with a happy tone.

"Why yes he is Lucy. My little Iggy decided to spend the holidays with the family and I can't wait to see him." He answered while turning the laptop towards his secretary in order to show her the wallpaper of his son.

If you were to ask what weakness did Edward Kirkland have? The answer would simply be, his unconditional love towards his family especially his sons. He would skip a meeting, cancel previous plans and walk out on his boss just to spend time with them. They were his world, and knowing that his little England had just returned home was enough to drive his determination to finish his work early.

"Well then sir, let me do the rest of the work and you can have an early out." She said with a sweet smile.

He looked astonishingly at his secretary, "Really? You'd do that for me Lucy?"

She grabbed the USB and gave her boss two big thumbs up. "Yes sir, Go. It's no trouble at all. I just need to print this and give it to your boss right?"

He gave a small nod. "Yes that's right."

"Okie dokie then. Now go sir, it's a long way from London to Wales."

"Don't worry I'll take the chopper. I'll ask Max to drop me off." He said while fixing his things. She gave an understanding nod and proceeded to exit the room. "Have a great evening with your family sir." He looked up from his briefcase and replied "Thank you Lucy. After you finish the task, you may have an early leave as well. See you soon." As soon as he finished his sentence, Lucy closed the door of his office.

He quickly finished fixing his things and walked out office. He proceeded to go up to the top floor via the elevator where the helipad was. Once he was there, he waved at the tall, tan browned haired man wearing a pilot uniform beside the chopper.

"Max, can you drop me off at my house?" He asked as he made his way to towards the white chopper.

The guy gave him a grin and opened the door for him. "Sure thing sir K. I was heading over to that part to drop off some documents."

"Thank you." Edward said as he boarded the chopper which soon took its leave.

As they were flying by the busy city of London, he found himself looking out of the window and smiling as they passed by the skyscrapers. He was finally going to see his beloved Iggy. Oh how he couldn't wait to see his son's cute face or hear his childish voice saying daddy. Yep, hearing Arthur calling him daddy was enough to make Edward Kirkland grow weak in the knees. Suddenly,his phone vibrated in his left hand pocket and he hastily retrieved it, swiping the lock screen.

To: Dad

ARTHUR IS HOME W/ NEW BOYFRIEND. NEED BACK UP! ASAP!

From: Dylan

Edward Kirkland clenched his iPhone 6 tightly once he read the word boyfriend. Damn it! He forgot that Arthur was bringing home his new American boyfriend. Edward snarled in irritation, all he wanted was to spend the holidays with his son, Arthur, and not deal with another obnoxious prick trying to steal his baby away. He quickly shut his phone and returned it to his pocket. He once again stared out of the chopper's window only this time the smile was replaced with a serious scowl.

"Don't you worry Iggy, Daddy is coming home!"

O~..o..~O

...Kirkland household…

"Your mom is batshit crazy."

Alfred said to his boyfriend as he sat on the blue queen-sized bed in the centre of Arthur's room. After the whole mom incident, the lovers went up to Arthur's room to settle in and prepare for dinner which will happen when Arthur's dad arrives from work. Speaking of Arthur's dad, Alfred was really curious about him since his boyfriend told him that he was a doting father and that he and Arthur have a really close relationship.

"Hey Artie, what's your dad like? And where is he?" Alfred asked as he sprawled himself on the large bed, with him looking at the ceiling.

"He's in London." Arthur said after he finished tucking in their clothes in his wooden cabinet. "And he is… umm… well… peculiar."

Alfred rolled from his spread out position to his stomach facing Arthur with his head resting on the palms of his hands. "Well, most of your family is peculiar. Heck, you're an oddball yourself, believing in those magic shit."

Arthur directed a glare to his boyfriend at the comment. "Well that's rude. And my family isn't that peculiar we are just a…. unique."

Alfred rolled his cerulean eyes at the word unique, "Yeah sure. Keep tellin yourself that."

The Brit looked extremely crossed; he gave a huff and crossed his arms. " Well if you think I'm weird and an oddball, then you're a bloody git for falling in love with me!" He turned to exit the room, stomping his feet in anger. The sandy blond was just about to reach the doorknob when he felt a warm body press against his back and arms snaked around his slim waist, arms that prevented him from moving. Curse his boyfriend inhuman speed!

"Let go of me Alfred." The emerald blond said with an angry tone." I don't want to talk to you."

"Babe, I was just messin' with you. And I like you being weird, it makes you… well, You. C'mon Artie, let's go back to the bed." The American said, as he affectionately nuzzled his boyfriend's pale neck.

"That's not going to work Alfred." Arthur said, while trying to pry off Alfred's arms from his waist. Alfred only squeezed him harder, and gave small kisses on his neck. "C'mon Artie, it was just a joke. " Alfred said, grasping Arthur's shoulders to make the Brit face him. Arthur stared into the bright blue pools and almost got lost in them if not for Alfred's next set of words.

"Every single part of you is perfect, from your God-given ability to cook anything into black coals to the way you smile and blush when I eat them anyway. I really love you Arthur Kirkland."

Alfred leaned down and captured his boyfriend's soft lips. Arthur felt all his anger leave him and automatically wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck thus pressing his body against the American. The peck soon turned into a hard French kiss, with Alfred dominating it and leading Arthur towards the bed not breaking contact at all. When they finally broke apart, Arthur was laying on the bed with Alfred on top of him, their lips red from all the kissing.

"Do you forgive me now babe?" Alfred asked with a face full of hope.

Arthur let out a sigh, and gifted Alfred with a small kiss at the cheek. "What do you think love?"

Alfred beamed at his boyfriend's words, "Great cause' I've been supporting this hard-on ever since we got in the room and well, I was hoping you could-" He couldn't finish his sentence because a pair of pale hands clasped unto his throat.

Alfred felt himself tremble as he felt a murderous aura radiate from the petit blond under him. Arthur stared at up at his lover with the eyes of a cold blooded killer all the while smiling at him sweetly. He tightened the hold around the other's throat.

"For even suggesting that… You, Alfred F. Jones are a dead man."

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Elizabeth Kirkland found herself squealing and fangirling madly in the kitchen of her own home as she played back the video of her second youngest son and his boyfriend making out passionately on the hard dining room floor. She was so into the video that she didn't notice a man with red hair enter the kitchen.

"Well someone is in a good mood." Edward said wrapping his arms around his wife's waist. "I'm home."

Elizabeth found herself smiling, "Hi love, welcome home." She replied before turning to face her husband giving him a peck on the lips. "How was work?" She asked as she broke free from his grasp and turned her attention on the oven which was baking the chicken.

Edward leaned against one of the counters when his wife broke free from his grasp. He watched his wife bend over to check the chicken. "It was stressful but nothing I can't handle."

"That's good. Arthur brought his boyfriend over." Was the reply of his wife not looking up from the chicken.

Awkward silence then fell on the two lovers. The only sound in the room was the loud ticking of the wall clock. Elizabeth sighed loudly as she stood up. She turned to face her husband with a serious look in her eyes. He looks back at her with the same seriousness in his face. He knows what she's going to say and he was sure he wouldn't like it at all.

"Give him a c-"

"No."

Elizabeth glared at her husband. "Everyone deserves a chance Edward. He might be the one Eddie, He even resisted my charms and that has never happened before."

He scoffed at her words not believing them at all ,"He isn't the one Lizzy. Arthur will soon realize that and he'll dump the bloody wanker. And as for your charms, you may have lost them, you're not as young as you were 10 years ago… and well, you've been eating an awful lot-"

He hastily shut his mouth when he saw his wife's eyes go wide. (Oh bloody hell! Now I've done it!)

Elizabeth gasped at her husband's words. She quickly looked down at her figure and felt the contours of her body. Once she was certain she still had a figure she mustered the deadliest glare she could manage and directed it to her husband. He just crossed the line and everyone knows that you never cross the line when it comes to Elizabeth Kirkland, especially when it is about her size and age.

"That's it! You crossed the line mister! NO SEX for a week!"

He paled when he heard her words and was about to retort but thought against it when his wife darkened her glare.

"And you are going to march right up to Arthur's room and meet Alfred. You are going to act like gentleman and be nice to him. That means no threatening, no insults and absolutely no guns."

"But-"

"No buts! Now march!"

Elizabeth countered with an authoritative tone cutting Edward off. He looked at her and saw the sheer stubbornness in her eyes. There was no point in arguing with her, he knew she would never back down from a fight and that trying to reason with her was like trying to move a mountain from its place; utterly impossible. He gave a defeated nod, and walked towards the direction of his son's bedroom.

The things I do for family and love….

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"Yes… So good…"

Alfred groaned out as he felt his beloved boyfriend deep throat his thick member. He was sitting on the bed, naked from waist down, legs spread apart and a fully clothe Arthur in between them. He had one hand clutching Arthur's locks and the other clutching the bed sheet he was sitting on. He looked down to see Arthur's emerald orbs looking back at him filled with lust.

Alfred quickly broke eye contact. Arthur looked so damn hot when he had Alfred's cock in his mouth. For Alfred, it was the most erotic scene he had ever witnessed. The way those pink plump lips would encircle his cock accompanied with a cute rose coloured blush that would decorate the Brit's pale face when he started sucking the organ plus, the furrowing of his bushy eyebrow in utter concentration was enough to make Alfred come, luckily he had trained himself well to be able to control his body…. most of the time.

The wheat blond groaned loudly when Arthur tore his mouth away from the cock and started stroking him in a fast pace. Arthur ducked a bit in order to give Alfred's ultra-sensitive balls special treatment with his ever hot, wet tongue. He licked and sucked eagerly at Alfred's sack causing knots to pool in the American's stomach.

"Ar-thur… I-I can't last… Ah…any… longer!" Alfred panted out, he tightened his grip on Arthur's locks.

Arthur pulled away from the fleshy sacks and returned to Alfred's huge length. He gave a long lick against the hardened organ before taking the whole thing in his mouth, taking as much as he can. The sensation of being deep throated made Alfred feel immense pleasure. The American lost all of his self-control. He roughly grabbed the sandy blond locks of his boyfriend's hair to brace himself for the pleasure surge. He sees Arthur through his half lidded eyes pulling away and opening his mouth waiting patiently to have a taste of his boyfriend's cum.

"I'm cumming!" Alfred shouts loudly as he closed his eyes and tightens his hold on Arthur's lock.

Suddenly the door the door of the room is yanked opened causing Arthur to slightly turn his head away from his boyfriend's dick to catch the person entering. To his shock, in comes a man with fiery red hair and dark blue eyes wearing a friendly smile.

"Oh Iggy~ I've come to meet your new boy-"

"Dad?!" Arthur interrupts him in mid-sentence just before…

*SQUIRT*

And just like that, vast amounts of Alfred's cum spurted unto Arthur's face, covering almost all of it in milky white goo. It dripped from his bushy brows down to his chin,it was a pretty messy picture. After the last bit of cum came unto his face, he slowly turned to look at his father who was just standing by the doorway, face still with the friendly smile as if the poor man was frozen in time. Arthur paled at the sight for he knew from experience that this situation was not good.

Edward Kirkland felt the temperature in the room drop as he now shook with anger. He felt all logical reasoning escape his mind along with his wife's clear instruction of making friends with Arthur's new boyfriend. How could he not, when just a few moments ago, the poor man had just witnessed the defilement of his precious baby boy. The sweet child who used to cling to him for comfort when he was scared of the unknown... His sweet innocent little Iggy… violated and degraded right before his very eyes.

A single thought ran through his head.

I'll kill him!

Alfred groaned loudly and was unable to notice Arthur's father by the doorway since he was still high from the pleasure rush. A goofy satisfied smile fell on his face as he basked in the post orgasm bliss. He gave Arthur's head a loving pet not noticing his boyfriend's face full of utter fear.

"That was awesome Artie! You really give the best heads my cute little cock sucker!"

The American proclaimed loudly. This caused both Arthur and Arthur's father to widen their eyes in absolute disbelief. A dark murderous aura began to fill the room which made Arthur tremble in fear. Alfred on the other hand didn't notice it, his mind processed that the reason why Arthur was trembling was because he was horny and wanted Alfred to pound him into oblivion. So being the oblivious and horny guy that he is, he continued with the dirty talk in hopes of turning Arthur on even more.

"Does my little cock sucker want me to fuck him till he can't walk? You'd like that-"

The wheat haired blond was unable to finish the sentence as a loud crank of a gun followed with a vicious snarl hit his ears. He looked up from his lover and looked towards the doorway where the sound was coming from and found a man staring back at him with dark, hateful blue eyes. He gulped when the man's finger neared the trigger of the loaded pistol.

"Ummm… Artie w-who's he?" The American asked with a shaky voice. Arthur let out fearful breathe as the tension in the room escalated.

"He's-"

"I'm Edward Alexander Kirkland, The man who'll send you to hell."

O~o~O

Elizabeth Kirkland hummed sweetly as she finished setting the table. She was about to call the household for dinner when a loud gunshot rang through the house. She jolted almost dropping her wooden spoon as another was heard. She quickly ran into the living room to fetch her sons and lead them to safety, only to find them calmly chatting amongst themselves.

"BOYS! SOMEONE IS FIRING A GUN! WE NEED TO GET OUT!" She screamed.

The Kirkland sons looked at their mother with uncaring looks, shrugging her off. They continued to chat and drink tea as another loud bang was heard. Elizabeth was outraged at her sons lack of care and was about to scream at them when Dylan motioned for her to calm herself.

"Mother, calm down. It's probably just dad firing his gun at Iggy's boyfriend, nothing dangerous at all."

The twins nodded in the background, they motioned for their mother to come sit with them. After all it would be such a joy to have their father kill the bastard trying to steal their baby brother. Elizabeth looked at her sons with an incredulous look. A murder was about to take place in their house and her sons seemed not to give a fuck about it and instead seemed to support it.

"BOYS! I did not raise you to consent to murder. You are going to march right up those stairs and help disarm your father and help save Alfred." She declared with an authoritative tone.

The boys all groaned in annoyance but nevertheless stood up and made their way to the room. Elizabeth smiled in victory and sat herself on one of the armchairs, pouring herself a cup of tea. After a few minutes, screams and curses from the people upstairs, she found herself looking at her husband being restrained and dragged down the stairs. Seamus and Sean holding both his arms as he thrashed back and forth and Dylan behind him holding a pistol.

"LET ME GO! I have to kill that fucker!" Edward screamed at his sons not noticing his wife.

"Dear, control yourself. It's very unbecoming of a gentleman to lose his cool."

Edward finally noticed his wife who was calmly drinking her tea. He looked at her with an angry stare. He then broke free from his sons' grasp and marched right up towards her. Elizabeth coolly put her teacup down and stood up, ready to face her husband's wrath.

"Calm down.." He started with an incredulous tone. "our son is being forced to suck off that motherfucker's small dick! and you… tell me… to calm down… BLOODY FUCKING HELL WOMAN! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!"

He was now inches away from her face. Elizabeth let out a sigh and was about to reply when loud footsteps were heard running down the stairs. Soon, the dishevelled figure of their second youngest son appeared by the doorway. Arthur slowly walked towards his father and stopped when he about 2 meters away since he was out of breath. He had his hand clutched around chest as his lungs craved for oxygen.

"Dad…" Arthur managed to huff out. His father quickly tore his gaze from his wife and rushed towards his son, examining his slightly flushed face. Arthur swatted away his father's examining hands in displeasure, "Dad, I'm fine. It was consensual I swear!"

His father stared directly into his son's emerald eye." He's blackmailing you, Isn't he? I'll kill him!"

Arthur rolled his eyes in annoyance, "He wou-"

"I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!" Everyone in the room turned their attention towards the source of the outburst. There by the doorway, Arthur's boyfriend stood his hair in a mess and the zipper of his pants slightly open, a clear sign he had to dress up in haste. "I'M A HERO and heroes don't force themselves on people." He declared with all seriousness.

Arthur rushed towards his lover and embraced him tightly. " Oh love… I'm so sorry. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked with a voiced laced with worry.

Alfred gave a cheeky smile and returned the hug, "Nope. Not a scratch! I'm perfectly fine."

At Alfred's words Elizabeth and Arthur gave relieved sigh while the other Kirkland men gave a growl of disappointment with the loudest coming from Arthur's father. He cursed to himself and promised that next time he won't miss. Once the hug ended, Alfred got in front of Arthur so that he was directly looking at Arthur's father.

"Mr Kirkland, I've got something I want to tell you."

"Oh? and what would that be?" The eldest Kirkland said with an eyebrow raised.

"Alfred…" Arthur said with a warning tone, gripping Alfred's arm in an attempt to stop him from engaging his father any further.

"I've got this babe. Trust me." Alfred assured him by lovingly rubbing his hand.

Arthur, although a bit skeptic, relinquished his hold on Alfred's arm.

Once he felt his arm released, Alfred turned his gaze back towards Arthur's father. Their eyes soon locked unto each other and the American took the first step forward, walking towards where the man stood. Soon they stood directly in front of each other and Alfred intensified his gaze, his eyes twinkling in determination. Edward Kirkland in contrast narrowed his eyes at the blond, observing Alfred's every move, waiting for the blond American to do something unexpected and crazy… which Alfred did.

Slowly without breaking the gaze, he lowered himself unto the floor on his knees. He then lowered his head until his forehead was touching the floor exposing his neck. The young man then yelled out in a voice filled with conviction and sincerity,

"I AM VERY SORRY SIR."

The whole Kirkland family dropped their jaws from both the action and the outburst, especially the youngest Kirkland which was Arthur cause for one; he did not see this coming and two; Alfred never apologizes in that way!

Elizabeth was the first to recover from the shock. " A Dogeza… in such a perfect form… I never thought I would ever see one up close…" She said with tone of awe.

Dylan looked at his mother with a confused expression, "A Dog-e-wha?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her son's lack of cultural knowledge," A Dogeza dear, it is the way how the Japanese people apologize when words alone won't cut it. It is a very sincere and respectful way to apologize to someone." Dylan offered his mum an "Oh" look and went back to staring at Alfred.

Edward looked at the man on the floor. He knew what a Dogeza was because he had a Japanese colleague at work that was very passionate towards his Japanese culture and spoke often about it. Edward always thought little of what the man was saying, always brushing it aside and often remarked "I bet my money that I'll never experience anything Japanese-culture related." Luckily, the guy didn't take the bet so Edward's money was safe.

Going back to his dilemma, Edward Kirkland was at a loss for words. At the silence Alfred knew that all eyes were on him and that they were waiting for an explanation of some sort since well, he just said "I'm sorry" there was no "I'm sorry because…" so the family was probably quite confused at him. He took a deep breath and with his head still bowed, he began with his apology speech.

"Sir, I would like to ask forgiveness for my inappropriate actions. It was very unbecoming of me to engage in such debauching deeds with your son in your own home. I deeply regret my actions and will conduct myself better in the future if you will still have me. I came here not to disrespect you or your family and I am fully aware that I have overstepped boundaries, made a horrible first impression and caused you a great deal of anger and fear for not asking your blessing during the courtship process. It was a big blunder on my part. And so, I am here in order to correct that. "

Alfred paused for a moment to regain his breath before continuing with his speech.

"I came here sir, for the sole purpose of asking your approval and blessing of mine and Arthur's union. I want to date, no, love him with the best that I can. And I want to make sure he is happy and your approval of our union will. I love him sir, and I would never hurt him. He is my everything. And if… if i… were to lose him… I wouldn't be able to bear it. So please… please sir… give me your blessing to date him…"

Silence befell the room after Alfred finished his long, dramatic speech. Elizabeth had a few tears in her eyes, Dylan, Seamus and Sean where all shocked with Alfred's colourful vocabulary and Arthur… oh sweet Arthur… was feeling the fluttery feeling in his stomach but being the tsundere that he is, kept it hidden with a scowl on his face. He then stared at his father waiting for a reaction.

Mr Kirkland on the other hand, kept a stern look plastered on his face. To anyone it would look like the whole speech thing didn't get through to him but Arthur knew otherwise. He knew when his father made that look it meant that he had grown respect for a person and luckily, that look was directed to his boyfriend who was still on his knees, bowing.

"Get up." Edward started, " A man who would willingly admit his mistakes and would choose to correct them is a man worthy to stay in my house. You have my respect."

He held out an arm to the American on his knees. Alfred lifted himself from the floor and stared at the man with a relieved and hopeful face. He then graciously took the arm and stood up. At the scene portrayed both Arthur and Elizabeth let out a relieved sigh. The storm has finally passed.

Alfred shook the man's hand feverishly, "Thank you sir, this means a lot to me and Artie. Thanks for giving us your blessing to date-"

"Who said anything about dating?" Edward asked with a mocking tone.

"But- you- well, said-" Alfred stuttered out while letting go of the hand.

"I merely said, you are allowed to stay in my house. I did not say you can date my son that is a privilege you must earn by proving yourself to me as a man worthy enough to date a Kirkland." The man said with a strict tone.

Arthur felt a pang of anger at his father's demands, "Dad! You are being unreasonable! Alfred has already proven-"

"-Proven that he has the will to take up the challenge in gaining my approval. I only want what's best for you dear and as your father it is my job to see that you find yourself a suitable mate for the future." The Kirkland head declared while looking seriously at his son who was turning red from the mate comment.

"But-"

"It's fine Artie, I will face any challenge for you, no matter how hard or painful it might be." He said giving Arthur one of his bright, ensuring smiles.

Mr Kirkland nodded in approval and Arthur gave a defeated sigh. He knew there was no point in arguing with his stubborn father and equally stubborn boyfriend. All he could do now was hope that Alfred would be able to win his father's approval before they return home to America after the holidays.

"Alright! now that everything's settled why don't we all have dinner?" Elizabeth chirped, breaking the pregnant silence.

Everyone seemed to agree to the suggestion and they all made their way to the dining room. The twins dashed ahead of everyone with Dylan close behind followed by Elizabeth and Arthur. Alfred was about to follow when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"umm…"

"Alfred, right? Listen, we've gotten off on the wrong foot and I'm sorry for acting so rudely. It was very un-gentlemanly of me. I was hoping we could start all over again?" Edward said awkwardly, not being used to apologising to people other than to his wife and sons.

A big smile formed on Alfred's face at the man's words. "Yeah. It's Alfred and sure, I would love that."

"Excellent!" The tall red haired man exclaimed in an enthusiastic tone, "Let's start with introducing ourselves once again, I'm Edward Alexander Kirkland. You may call me, Mr Kirkland or Sir. I'm not so fond of first name calling you see; I find it disrespectful, I hope that's okay with you."

"No problem sir. I completely understand. I'm Alfred F. Jones, F stands for Foster." He said sheepishly with a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Jones. What an… American last name." The older man remarked to himself. "Anyway, welcome to our humble home and I do hope you enjoy your stay with us. Please, go on ahead, I have to make a very important phone call and I'm sure Arthur will be mad if you kept him waiting. "

Alfred accepted the suggestion," Okay, I'll go on ahead. And sir, thanks for letting me stay, I'm sure I'll have an awesome time staying here." Alfred left the oldest Kirkland alone in the living room and skipped like a school girl towards the dining room.

Once he was sure the blond American was out of earshot, Edward quickly pulled out his phone and dialled a contact with the name Bob Johnson. He then sat himself on one of the arm chairs as he waited for his phone to connect to him to his contact. After two rings his call was answered.

"Hello?" A deep voice from the other end was heard.

"Bob, my dear old friend, this is Edward Kirkland from the UK." He called out to the receiver as he crossed his legs.

"Eddy! Dude! Nice to hear from you. how've you been? It's been a long time since I last heard from you. Do you need anything?" The man questioned in a curious tone.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking and yes, I do need something if it's not too much of a bother." He answered back.

"Nah~ got nothing better to do so sure, I'll help you with whatever you need." Was the confident answer he got back.

"Excellent, say… are you still connected to the FBI and the CIA?"

"Heck yeah! why? do you need some information on someone?"

An aura of intimidating seriousness radiated off of the Kirkland head. "Yes I do. I need you to look up a guy who is dating a son of mine. I need to know everything about him from his birthplace to his criminal records."

He heard a snort from the other line, "Always the overprotective dad. So, who's the lucky guy who got you out for blood?"

"His name is Alfred Foster Jones."

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Dinner had ended uneventful and soon everyone retired to their beds for a goodnight sleep. Luckily, Mr Kirkland allowed Arthur and Alfred to bunk together as long as there was no funny business. The lovers eagerly complied with the rule since they knew it was one way of getting into Mr Kirkland's good books. After dinner they took a shower together, changed and jumped unto the bed basking in each other's warmth, as they conversed about the events that unfolded today.

"Hey Artie? Can I ask you something?" Alfred asked his boyfriend who was lying comfortably against his bare chest, Alfred's arms encircling his thin waist. They were both in Arthur's queen sized bed wearing nothing but boxers with the blanket pooled around their legs. Arthur nuzzled Alfred's tan chest before casually looking up to stare into his eyes.

"I thought I mentioned it before? I didn't?" Alfred shook his head at his boyfriend's questions.

"No, you haven't mentioned anything." Arthur sat up facing Alfred.

"Well… Dad sort of works for the government."

Now this peaked Alfred's interest. He didn't expect Arthur's father to be involved in the government. To Alfred, he seemed like a business man who did business related stuff rather than some guy who did a lot of paperwork for the British Government. But hey, you know the say never judge a book by its cover.

"Neat! What does he do? Oh! Oh! Let me guess, he's in the finance department isn't he?" He asked as he sat himself on the bed in an Indian crossed sitting position.

"No." Arthur replied with an amused tone.

"No? Okay… Umm, health?"

"Nope."

"Education?"

"Wrong"

"Public works?"

Arthur made an "are-you-serious face?" with that one.

"Tourism?" Alfred was running out of guesses and this was his last one.

"Not even close!"

"Ughhh! I got nothing. Just tell me." Alfred pouted, giving up on the endeavour. Arthur smiled and pinched his lover's cheeks.

"If you must know my dad has a very cool and heroic job."

"Really? What?" Trust Alfred to be into anything with the word hero in it.

"He's one of the head in the Secret Intelligence Service."

"Secret Intelligence Service?" Alfred asked a bit confused.

Arthur nodded before continuing.

"My dad works for the MI6."

-End-

Till next time dudes!

TTFN!