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Ladies and few male population (please gentlemen who read it I would love to talk to you... don't be shy I think it's cute) I present to you chapter 7 of Perfection

I feel bile rise up my throat but I force it down.

"Good afternoon Mr. Kirkland-Bonnefoy. I'm glad to see you out of the hospital. Yesterday I was going to give you these flowers but they told me that you already left," he tells me. His smile making me fidget on the spot. I nod and cautiously reach for the bouquet.

"T-thank you Mr. Smithers, you seriously don't need to do this. P-please don't do this," I ask. I try to stop myself from actually begging.

"Well it's Saturday," my body stiffens, "and you know we usually have tutoring yesterday." I feel breakfast rising back up my throat and once again I reluctantly swallow it. I hear my name being called in the distance but I it's way quieter than my heart pounding in my ears.

"Mattie who's at the door?" I hear Alfred call out to me. I feel him stop right behind me and know this is going to get bad if I don't do something soon. I swiftly turn on my heals, (which is not helping my stomach) and give him a look that says Do-not-fuck-it-up. He looks at me with a neutral face and he puts on his million dollar smile.

"Mr. Smithers, why on earth are you doing here?" He says really loud. I turn back around to Mr. Smithers to see him give Alfred an impatient look.

"Oh I just came to give your brother some flowers that I wanted to give to him yesterday. He deserves them more than you because he actually pays attention in class, Mr. Alfred F. Kirkland-Bonnefoy," he says Alfred's name with pure annoyance. I hear more foot steps come our way but I keep still.

"Well Mr. Smithers I really think you should leave. Mattie may be out of the hospital but he's still really sick. So if you don't mind why don't you make like a tree and leave. He needs some rest," Alfred says with his smile still intact. My stomach turns and it grows more difficult to keep down breakfast. I can't control my legs shaking and I try to fight the urge to collapse.

"Mr. Smithers it's so nice to see you," dad forces out. He gives him a small smile but I can see the angry glint in his eyes. I feel strong arms wrapped around waist I look gratefully towards dad. He gives me a reassuring smile and he turns his attention back to my history teacher.

"Matthew you should be resting, you know that," he tells me, "I'm sorry but Matthew can't have any visitors right now. Maybe you should visit him later," dad's voice grows quieter at the end. Mr Smithers blinks and nods.

"Oh yes that's understandable. I just came to drop off some flowers for my favourite student. Well I'll take my leave now. I hope you get better Matthew the classroom is quite boring without you," he says to me. I nod and wave goodbye to him. After he enters his car and drives away I immediately drop the flowers and flea to the bathroom. I throw up the delicious breakfast that papa made and I feel guilt. I feel someone rub soothing circles on my back and help keep my long curly hair from my face. I shudder as I dry heave. Oh god why did he come? Why did he have to come and ruin the wonderful morning?

I let out the last of my breakfast and flush the toilet. I wash out my mouth and walk out with dad right behind me. My legs finely give out but papa catches me. I pant quietly and groan as my stomach turns in a painful way. What did I do to deserve this?

"Alright let's put you back in bed so that you can get some rest okay?" Papa says gently in my ear. I whimper and papa lifts me up. We climb the stairs with dad closely behind and we enter my bedroom. Papa gently puts me down on my bed and covers me with the blanket. My eyes begin to close but I force them awake.

"I'm so sorry that your breakfast went to waste papa. It was really good," I whisper. Papa shushes me and runs his hands through my hair.

"Mon petit, I don't mind. That's not important. What's important right now is that you get some sleep. The doctors were reluctant on letting you out but we promise them that you get a lot of rest if they let you out. So be a good garcon and rest for us. Oui?" He says softly. My eyes flutters close and nuzzle the warm hand on my head.

"Oui papa," I whisper back. Sleep tries to steal me but I have to say this before I give in completely.

"Je t'aime papa, I love you dad," I breathe out, I let the sleep finally take me away from reality. In the quiet distance I hear a sob.

"We love you too, our angel."

XXXXX

Alfred

After I watch Mattie run to the bathroom I fight the urge to follow him. Dad bolts after him before I can chase him. All of us cringe when we hear Mattie throw up. I turn my head to see the flowers come into my view. Anger swells in my mind and heart. That bastard if it wasn't for him Mattie wouldn't be like this. I pick up the sickening objects and open the front door. I hear pops call out and ask me what I'm doing but I ignore him. Once I reach the front of the driveway I open the trash that was on the curb and I chuck the flowers in the garbage. I don't want Mattie to even more sick from the sight of these.

I walk back into the house and move towards the bathroom Mattie is in. I come just in time to see pops catch Mattie from falling on the ground. I hear him groan and I bite my lip. Pops says something into Mattie's ear and he nods. Then before I know it Mattie's being carried upstairs to his room probably. Dad trails behind and when there out of view I follow.

"Alfred what are you doing?" Feliciano asks me quietly. I look at my cousins and their lovers. I wish it could be that easy. Why did Mattie have to be my younger twin? If he wasn't I would have asked him to be my boyfriend but sadly I'm his brother.

"What does it look like I'm doing I'm going to go check on my twin," I say icily. Usually I wouldn't be so cold but that motherfucker of a teacher has ruin my happy mood. Just a few minutes ago Mattie was smiling and acting like how he use to be. Now he can't even stand upright. I ascend up the stairs and walk towards Mattie's bedroom. I stop at the doorway and watch my parents lull Mattie to sleep. I hear a quiet I love you in English and French and dad lets out a sob.

"We love you too, our angel," pops and dad says in sync quietly to Mattie. A small smile appears on his face and he falls fast asleep. I bite my lip and try not cry. Both dads lean down and kiss Mattie's forehead and they get up to leave. They stop short though when they see me.

"Alfred are you okay?" Dad asks me with worry. Mattie's words echoes in my ears loudly and I shudder.

"Enough about me. It's Matthew's turn for you attention. I have enough to last me awhile," I say to them. Dad's eyes widen but he nods. He looks back to Mattie and he turns back.

"Alright but if you're going to stay in here don't make too much noise. Matthew really needs the rest. When he wakes up call us so that we can give him his medication," he instructs me. I nod and watch as dad and pops walk out of the bedroom. I slowly walk over to Mattie and sit at edge of his bed. I run my calloused hands through Mattie's hair and he lets out a content sigh. He turns his head upward and nuzzles my hand. A smile grows on my face.

"You always act like a cat when you were younger. I guess you still do it now," I tell the sleeping form. I rub his cheek affectionately and watch as he sleeps peacefully. I lean forward until my face is parallel towards his lips. I lean even further down until our lips are a hairs length away. If he moves in his sleep right now our lips will make contact. I shiver at the thought of Mattie's soft plump lips touching mine. Oh Mattie how I wish I can have you as my own. I linger there for a moment and pull away from his face. I let out a quiet sigh and jump when I hear voices behind me.

"Isn't it bad that you love your brother like that?" Lovino asks me. I snap my head towards the doorway to see the four there watching me. I blush and try to think of an excuse.

"What the hell are you talking about Lovino? I love my brother as much as a brother should love his brother," I huff out. They walk closer towards Mattie and I.

"I don't think wanting to kiss your brother on the lips, staring at him class, blushing whenever he touches you, or jerking off to him the boys bathroom at school is a brother's love," Feliciano says with a serious face on. My face grows redder at the last comment Feliciano said.

"How the hell did you know about me," I start.

"We've walked in on you before," Lovino says.

"But I lock it," I protest.

"Ya well let's just say Lovi knows how to pick a lock rather well," Antonio says.

"Anyway that's not the point. The point is what are you going to do with your feelings for your younger brother let alone you twin?" He asks me. I groan and put my head in my hands. I can't believe I got caught.

"I don't know," I sigh and look up.

"Well love is love, no matter who the person is," Feliciano says. I look at him with a small smile.

"So you guys don't think it's weird that I'm in love with my younger twin?" I ask. Ludwig, Feliciano, and Antonio shakes their heads.

"It's weird as fuck but no one cares. Even everybody at school doesn't give two shits. Why do you think all the girls stopped flocking themselves around you and stop asking you out on a date?" Lovino says. I stop and realize that the girls actually have stopped annoying the living crap out of me. Also that I got a few provocative looks from a couple of guys. I let out a sigh.

"Well I don't even know if Mattie likes me in that way," I trail off. Everyone is quiet until the doorbell rings again. What the hell? The four of us stalk downstairs and I recognize the man.

"Good afternoon Mr. and Mr. Kirkland-Bonnefoy," a tall man walks in. His reddish brown hair bounces a bit as he walks in. His brown eyes giving a kind look towards my parents.

"Good Afternoon Mr. Riley, what brings you here we just met with you earlier," papa replies.

"Well we're going to have to talk about the case. We need some sort of proof about your son's uhh problem," the lawyer says. Dad nods but stops.

"How the bloody hell are we going to get proof that his history teacher rape him?" Dad freaks.

"Well I have an idea but I don't know if any of you would like it," he states.

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