Matthew stumbled over his own feet, trying to make his way to his own room to hide away in. But with tears and a healthy blush fogging his vision and glasses, it was a difficult journey. He couldn't believe what just happened, what he had done. He just kissed his crush of countless years! Right before Matthew was going to meet his future husband. This was not the time to give in to his crumbling hearts desires, it would only serve to cause him more grief.
He gripped at the wall to keep his balance, with his mind whirling and vision compromised, Matthew was having trouble on his feet. This lead him to crash in to something solid he didn't notice in his path. Matthew wiped his eyes and glasses hurriedly, looking up at a familiar face.
"Mon cher..." Francis near whispered, devastated at the sight of his son. What on earth had that Prussian done that would make him look so disheveled and torn down?
"Oh p-papa`..." Matthew latched on to his father, burying his face into the soft designer shirt. "I...I'm not ready to m-meet him yet...I just n-need more time...please?" He begged.
Francis smiled softly, sympathetically, stroking his boy's hair in a comforting way. He truly thought Matthew had fancied Gilbert, how could he have been so wrong? "Of course, cher, I shall tell him you're not ready yet." Matthew sniffed and nuzzled into his father's chest relieved.
"Merci, papa`." He mumbled, emotionally drained to his very core, he was only 17, how could he expected to handle all of this?
"Mon cher, you've had a long day, let's get you to bed, oui?" Francis said softly guiding his son down the rest of the hall to his bed room. It had been so many years since Francis had tucked in his boy, but he supposed Matthew would never be to old for that. "Sweet dreams, cher..." He lightly kissed Matthew on the forehead, hoping the sleep he was having was peaceful.
Knock! Knock!
"Arthur?" Alfred opened the door to the Brit's room, tired of waiting for him to come down. "Arthur? Are you in here still? It's been hours...did you drown or something?" He laughed softly to himself, peeking around to find Arthur sitting on the bed, staring out of the window at the lowering sun.
"Huh?" Arthur turned around, having had his back to the American, his face faintly stained red from wasted tears, but it was hard to notice and Alfred was never detail orientated.
"I asked why you've been in here so long, you eve missed lunch! We had American hamburgers, it was awesome! Dad hardly ever let's us have good food like that." He grinned brightly, nearly rivaling the sun.
The boy's idiotic cheerfulness actually caused a twitch at the corners of Arthur's lips as if he was about to smile. Finding such joy in such a small thing as a simple meal, the American was appeased far too easily.
Alfred plopped down next to he Brit, nudging him with his shoulder. "You are getting hungry, aren't you?"
"I suppose..." Arthur lied, he felt no want for food or anything else, he only wanted to go back home and wake up from this horrid dream he was stuck in.
"Good! Cause dinner is soon and I'm makin ya eat!" The teen grinned. "And dad is gonna be eating with us, it's a big deal since he's usually pretty busy, especially lately." Arthur had to suppress the urge to scoff, knowing full well what Francis must have been busy with, the whole reason he was here. He noted how excited and joyous Alfred was about the whole matter though, he mused that not everyone hates their fathers. Than something occurred to him.
"Is...er, are your brother and sister joining as well?" Matthew had been very distraught when they spoke earlier, he was a bit worried about the lad.
"Of course! They wouldn't miss it! So, I'll give you a couple mintues to wash up, kay?" Alfred stood and went to the door. "Oh, and we don't dress up dinners so you don't need to change." With that he once again left the Brit to his own devices.
As they all sat down to dinner as a family, plus Arthur, he noticed that Matthew was absent, which didn't go unnoticed by his brother.
"Hey, where's Matt?" Alfred questioned, Cali didn't seem to be paying any attention as she was busy staring at Arthur for unknown reasons.
"Matthew was feeling unwell and has retired early. I'm sure he'll be better in the morning." Francis said airily, changing the subject with his eldest son to other things.
"Um...Miss...Why are you staring at me?" Arthur asked as the other blond's carried on their own conversations, feeling unease at the thirteen year old girl's gaze.
"You're eyes...they're so pretty!" She giggled and Arthur blushed. "I think its awesome! Me and my bro's all have only blue eyes, though Mattie's is a bit purplely, so it's totally neato to see yours."
Arthur grimaced at the poor English, but let it slide. "Why thank you, young miss." He replied politely.
"Dude, it's Cali, like California! It's where I was born. Not miss. I get enough of that from my tutors, mama, you can call me Cali, I'll let you." Arthur flustered at once again being called mama.
"And you may call me Arthur..." He responded, at loss of anything else to say to all that.
"Okies, mama." Cali chirped happily.
Arthur sighed and perked up at Francis addressing him, glad for the distraction. "So, Arthur, how have you been enjoying your stay so far?"
"Um...well...it's been quite lovely." You horrific frog, he thought distastefully, he was just as apart of this as his father was.
"That is very good to hear, Alfred, cher, I trust you to entertain our guest during his stay." There was a weird twinkle in the Frenchman's eyes that Arthur simply despised.
The American grinned like he'd just won the most amazing job ever. "With great pleasure, dad." He sent a smile in the Brit's direction, which he pretended to ignore.
The second course came out, something Arthur couldn't name, must be something French. Along with that came a bottle of wine, poured into Francis' and Alfred's glasses first than offered to Arthur.
"I-I'm not of age." He stammered at the servant.
"Nonsense, cher, you are allowed in my home, especially if I offer it." Francis said, gesturing for the servant to continue and filled the glass and left.
Arthur decided to ignore it and taste his meal, it was alright but he didn't fancy it very much. The dinner went on smoothly, light conversation between the family. Arthur sometime brought into discussions about this and that for a time.
As time went on, he gave into the wine, for Alfred had started a story and would not stop going on about his last summer back in the states and all the tings he did there with his mother and friends. What was so great about the lousy old colonies, the Brit thought. Needless to say, as the rambles went on, Arthur's glass go refilled many a time.
Since Arthur had never really drank before, it got to his head rather quickly. His temper went with his sober thoughts, he stood suddenly and let out a dark string of mumbled insults and profanity in a clumsy manner. No one at the table, luckily could understand a single thing that came from the drunk blond's mouth as he did.
"And that sir!" Arthur slurred, jabbing a finger in Alfred's direction. "Is what I think about that." With that he fell backwards, passing out before he even hit the ground.
"Oh my..." Francis gasped surprised. "He had more than I thought..."
Alfred instantly rushed over to the older Brit checking if he was breathing, surprised to hear light snoring. "H-He's sleeping..."
"The poor thing, couldn't hold his liquor." Francis chuckled. "Cheri, take him to his room would you?"
Alfred nodded picking Arthur up, maneuver so he had the Brit on his back to carry him easier.
"Damn the volunteer army..." Arthur mumbled waking up from being moved, tugging at Alfred's hair. "Gits, the whole lot of them..."
Alfred chuckled lightly at the drunk boy, such a weird guy. "See ya later everyone." He announced to his family before carrying his load toward the stairs.
"Oi...oi!" Arthur cried into Alfred's ear, causing him to cringe. "W-What are you doing, huh?"
"I'm taking you to your room, Artie." Alfred winced at another painful tug to his hair.
"'S not my name, git." But the Brit settled down as Alfred ascended the stairs, resting his chin on the younger's shoulder. "Mm...ya smell nice..." He mumbled, nuzzling his nose into Alfred's hair at the base of his skull.
Alfred blushed brightly at both the actions and the compliment, suppressing a shiver at the tickling sensation. "T-Thank you...?" God how embarrassing where was the Brit's room already? It was kind hard to focus with the older boy nuzzling him so affectionately, it was not something Alfred was used to. "C-could you stop that?" He asked politely, Arthur complied but he was still tugging at his hair for some unknown reason, Alfred was just glad it wasn't as hard.
Arthur sighed, the wine was making his head swirl. "Stupid git...carrying me like I'm some woman..." He muttered, hearing the lad laugh.
Alfred finally got the Brit into his room, carefully setting him down on the bed. He opened hi mouth to say his good nights but was caught off guard by Arthur pulling him down on the bed.
"A-Arthur?" Alfred blushed as the older boy clung to him in a rather possessive manner.
"Yer mine now so sleep here, yea?" Arthur mumbled, Alfred only understanding half of that.
"But...uh...are you sure?" Alfred cursed for sounding so hopeful, he prayed Arthur didn't notice in his drunk stupor. He had such a huge crush on the Brit since they had met and now having an opportunity like this, it was more than he had hoped for!
"'M sure, git, just don't try anything funny." Arthur warned as he cuddled up to the American. "Yer warm, git."
Alfred could hardly contain his excitement, holding the Brit close, this was just wonderful to have the object of his affections in his arms. Alfred blushed as Arthur hiked up his leg and rested it on top of the younger, it was such an intimate position now!
"U-Um, Arthur?" He got a grunt in response. "A-Are you sure t-this is how you want to s-sleep?"
Arthur's eyes were struggling to decide to be open or closed trying to focus on the other blond. "Why not? 'S alright to me, might as well get used to it." Closed finally won and shifted more trying to get comfortable, even if he was still wearing his clothes.
"Eh? Get used to it?" Alfred began to ask but noticed how uncomfortable the Brit was. "Are you okay?"
"Take off my clothes."
"W-What?! Alfred face erupted into the darkest shade of red that has ever reached his face. "I c-can't do th-that! W-We aren't re-ready and your d-drunk..." He stammered idiotically.
"I don't wear me clothes to sleep." Alfred sighed relieved and internally scolded himself for being so perverted.
"R-Right! Of course! I can totally help with that." He sat up and helped Arthur to do the same, though it prove difficult to keep him up right. Being the ever man, Alfred did his best in removing Arthur's coat, tie and belt.
"Um...I'm not sure much more I should take off that would be decent..." He mumbled, finding harder to keep the drunk boy up right with his swaying around and nodding off every so often.
"Me pants too...can't sleep in em." Alfred didn't know about, taking off his pant would be so awkward!
"A-Are you certain-AH!" It startled him when Arthur slipped from his hold and back onto the bed, lifting his hips to make it easier for the American to remove the blasted things.
Alfred just stared at him, slack jawed for a long while. There was a growing blush slowly taking over his face and up to his ears as he was unable to keep dirty thoughts from forming in his mind. He couldn't help it, he was eighteen and his hormones just couldn't be stopped. Alfred's hands shook ever so slightly as he slowly undid the older boys pants.
His hands froze as the Brit suddenly brusted out laughing, through Alfred was embarrassed by all means, but it was rather nice to see Arthur enjoying himself. This seemed like the first time the older boy acted like he was happy or having a good time. Finally, Arthur settled down and took Alfred's hands in his own, guiding them down, the American gulping, and helped the younger to remove the annoying article of clothing.
"Yer acting like we be doing something terribly unsavory lad~" Arthur chuckled, wiggling out of the pants.
"I-I am not! You're acting so weird!" Alfred defended, this was a completely different side of Arthur than what he saw when they meet at that party, it was throwing him off with such different signals. "And! You keep talking like a pirate or something! It's strange!"
Arthur pulled the American back down to the bed, resuming his cuddling up to the source of warmth. "Calm down, lad, this is alright, all a part of the deal, so it's alright." He trailed off in mumbles, finally unable to fight it any longer and drops off into the land of slumber.
"Part of the deal? What deal, what on earth are you talkin abo- Arthur?" Alfred blinked confused. "Hey! That's not fair, leaving if off like that..." He sighed, knowing it was pointless now. He would have gotten up and left, no telling how a sober Arthur would react to find Alfred in his bed in the morning, but the Brit clung so tightly he couldn't. "Sweet dreams Arthur, I hope you're happier tomorrow." He said softly, nuzzling him lightly before giving into sleep himself.
Now than! Look at that, finally updated it after it got away from me for so long.
Now to answer some questions!
Ages, roughly. Cali: 13 Matthew: 17 Alfred: 18 Arthur: 20, everyone else is unimportant how old they are.
Alfred had NO idea about the deal.
Matthew doesn't know its Gilbert for a while.
Francis thinks Gilbert will tell Matthew and Arthur will inform Alfred at some point.
I've changed the wedding date till the end of the summer instead of the year.
And lastly, this is set in France.
That's all for now! The next one will be worked on ASAP~
