THE LONG WAIT FOR THIS CHAPTER HAS FINALLY ENDED!

Ok so sorry about it taking a few days to post the last chapter! It's just my writers block is back again so I'm trying to get out of it! And i have No Energy DX so sorry if it takes longer to post!~

Poor Mattie he gets no love DX You should have said no to Francis! But maybe Daddy England will comfort him in a "way" That Mattie doesn't want or maybe he does..

Anyways on with his chapter!~

BY THE WAY: THIS WAS NOT Beta-ed!

(So sorry if there are any errors!)


The door creaked open shedding some light into Mattie's dim room. Arthur walked in; going over to Matthew's bed. "Lad. Are you okay? Did something happen between you and Francis?"Arthur asked putting his hand on Matt's shoulder.

Matthew just went into shock. Arthur...was actually caring...and on top of that Being nice? And he was acting like a parent. It was all just too good to be true, it probably was just Matthew's mind playing tricks on him. Maybe this was all just a dream? Maybe he never slept with Francis. Maybe Arthur was still the drunken bushy-browed grouch he always was. Maybe. But if this was just all a dream then it was the most realistic one Matt ever had.

Arthur pulled on Matthew's shoulder; turning the younger boy towards him. His heart sunk at the sight, "Oh lad..." Arthur's voice was soft. Tears fell down Matthew's cheeks. "...daddy..." He cried hugging Arthur. Arthur hugged him back. His hand gently stroked Matt's pale golden locks; kissing the top of his head.

"It's all right lad. It's gonna all be alright." he reassured; holding Matthew as the smaller boy cried into his shoulder. "I promise it'll be okay." He stroked matt's hair gently.

Arthur laid down with Matt in his bed until he fell asleep; then he found himself falling asleep not to long after. He held his son close against his chest; while his arms were wrapped around Matt's thin but toned stomach.


When Matt woke up things were a bit weird. No they were more than just weird. Arthur was straddling him. "A-Arthur what are y-you doing?" Matthew stuttered.

"Nothing lad." He ran his hands down Matt's chest. "Don't worry about it." Arthur leaned down and kissed a bare section of Matt's neck.

"A-Arthur!" Matt blushed,staring up into Arthur's emerald eyes. The shiny and bright orbs Matthew had once known; were now clouded and hazy. His eyes were filled with lust and Matt was afraid of where this was heading.

"You want my love don't you?" Arthur asked; kissing down Matt's neck.

"Yeah but Francis always told me that, that's not how you're suppose to earn it.."

"Really now? Well he really is a hypocrite isn't he."

Matthew chewed his lip at the sentence. 'I guess he's right..' Matthew thought. Even tho it hurt Matt to think it... Arthur was in a way right. Everything he'd said was right in one way or another. Matt didn't have many friends or Family.. The only actual member of his family that he had left was Alfred. But of course he had disappeared to who knows where And the only one or two good friends he had were from when he lived with Francis.

So what did it matter? What did it matter who he had sex with? No one was there to care anyways. He could run away and no one would notice. Even die...and no one would would even remember him long enough to realize it. But if it was Alfred everyone would know about it. Alfred would have a huge funeral and everyone would be there. All his friends.. Even his enemies would go.

Why was it he was the only one ignored? Matt was nice to everyone; he was quiet, and very on top of all that he was kind-hearted. And he wasn't noticed. But his brother... oh his brother was the complete opposite of him. He was rude,loud,selfish...Popular;there were so many words to describe him and they were all the opposite, of the ones you'd use to describe Matt. And yet... he was so important and popular. None of this made sense to Matt; but then again he guessed it didn't have too. So why not just let it happen?


And he did. Matt let Arthur 'rape him', So what if he regretted it? Why did it matter? Why did anything matter to him anymore?

Arthur of course left Matt alone in the room, but this time at Matthew's own request. He didn't even care anymore; Matt couldn't think straight. His body ached, his head was reeling with mixed emotions like: Sadness and anger, and on top of that he felt disgust in the pit of his stomach. He was dirty or at least that's how Matt perceived himself now.

The door shut letting Matt know Arthur was now out of the house until the evening, and so it gave Matt the chance to relax. Or so he had hoped. But all of his plans of relaxation disappeared when there was a knock on the door. Matt got out of his bed and slipped on his, grey flannel pajama pants. He didn't even bother with a shirt.

His back was sore as he walked down the hall and to the front door. He hoped that who ever it was would make it quick so he could just go back to bed and sleep. But once again he was wrong.

Matt's violet eyes widened at the sight of the man at the front door. It of course was none other that his big brother.. Alfred.


End of chapter 7

Chapter 8 coming soon!

OOHH CLIFFHANGER ENDING!Ok well sorry this to a LONG time to post. I got so much writers block i don't even know what to do with it anymore. DX i feel soo bad for Matt and i wrote this. I'm sorry for making it seem like England,America,and France are the bad guys D: I don't mean to i love all of them soo much! But i did DX Sorry if you like them and i made them seem kinda horrible. But if you hate all three of those characters then.. guess it doesn't make a difference to you people. Anyways thanks for sticking with me through thick and thin i appreciate it!

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