Arthur's POV
It has been two months since I got out of my engagement with Alfred and started dating Francis. The reason I wanted to get out of my engagement with my ex-fiance is because he had been beating me for three years because of some stupid comment I made. Anyways, Alfred's parents kicked him out of the house for not being a gentleman of the Jones name and Alfred had to move in with Ivan. They ended up quitting school because all they ended up doing during the day was cutting some classes.
When I told my parents that I was calling off the engagement, they also asked me if I had fallen for something else. I had made the mistake of saying yes and they asked to meet him and the same thing with Francis' parents. They wanted to meet me because the day me and Francis meet they didn't get to meet me properly.
I'm skeptical on letting my parents meet Francis. Not only did Father say, "I want to meet the bloke who made you call off your engagement!", but my boyfriend is French and with all that history between our two countries I don't think our parents will be too happy with our relationship. *SIGH* One could only hope that our parents forget the culture difference and leave us be, right?
Today's the day I get to meet Mr. and Mrs. Bonnefroy. To tell the truth, I'm nervous. Not only am I meeting my boyfriend's family but this is me and Francis' two month anniversary! I don't know whether to be excited or scared. I clutch my gift to Francis in my hands as I walk up the porch. Looking down at it, I smile remembering that I have someone who loves me for me.
I go to knock at the door, but someone opens it. It's Francis with his hair tied up in the back like a little ponytail. He's wearing a V-neck sweater and tight jeans with combat boots. Absolutely hot! I smile at him and he has a sparkle in his eyes and pulls me in for a kiss. Tonight with be an interesting one.
Francis' POV
I look at Arthur. Green eyes at its usual brightest and wearing a simple t-shirt with jeans and a pair of converse. This little Englishman surprises me sometimes. With a gleam in my eyes I pull him in for a kiss. The feel of his lips are so soft... I get lost in the moment and grab his butt and I guess it was too early for me to be groping him because he instantly got off of me.
"Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. You're too cute!" He blushes and kisses me on the cheek. I see an object in his hands and look at it with curiosity.
"What is that?" I ask and Arthur looks down at it and gives it to me.
"It's something for our two months together. It's our two month anniversary, remember?" Our anniversary! I remembered it's just that his gift isn't ready yet. I open it and see that it's a picture of us on our first date. We were at a boardwalk and there was this little cardboard standee that was missing the heads.
I asked Arthur what it was meant for because I have no memory of having this kind of thing in France. He told me that it's something people do. Put their heads in the spots where the cartoon person's head would normally be and put them there. I put my head in the man's spot while Arthur put his in the woman's spot.
Someone took our picture of Arthur's phone and it turned into his home screen wallpaper. Looking back at that memory I laugh and kiss him.
"I wish I had your gift but it's not ready yet. I'll give it to you when I have it." I say as I kiss him. He smiles and kisses me back. Just then, someone entered the room. I stop what I'm doing and look at my father who is standing at the end of the stairs. Great, I forgot that Arthur is here to meet my parents.
He walks over and shakes Arthur's hand and leads us to the kitchen. Mama has laid dinner out on the table and we start to silently eat. Normally, I'd be eating in my room, but whenever we have a guest over, we eat in the dining room. This silence is killing me.
"So, this is my boyfriend Arthur. We've been dating for two months." I say trying to make conversation, but it doesn't work because all my father did was grunt. More silence follows and my mother starts to interrogate my boyfriend.
"Arthur. Francis tells me that you've gotten out of an engagement. What happened?"
"My ex-fiance was beating me so I couldn't go through with it."
"Why do you think you should be able to date MY son, who has a completely different culture than yours not to mention nationality, even though you are an Englishman?" Mama asks.
"I love him. He treats me right and he makes me feel like the happiest person in the world. Without him, I don't have a reason to live." I look at Arthur and looks at me. Mama scoffs at this and gets up from her seat.
"You don't know the first thing about love! First it's great then it crashes and burns! Me and his father, madly in love then I get knocked up! We try to get rid of his sorry ass but we can't because my parents think it's what we deserve for being so reckless and carefree then nine months later, we end up with him! When he came along, the love between me and my husband died!" My mother yells. I sit there completely stunned. That's how I ruined their lives. Just by being born. Then my father joins.
"Not only did my dim-wit of a son bring home the first person he saw, he brought a British tea-lover into my home! I don't approve of this relationship at all!" Arthur gets up and I see hidden anger in his green eyes.
"There's nothing you can do to stop this! Me and Francis love each other with all our hearts! Just because your previous relationship crashed and burned doesn't mean the same thing will happen to us! He's my Romeo and I'm his Cinderella! He gave me back my will to live when I lost it! If you can't accept it, then it's your loss!" He says. Papa moves to slap him, but I stop his hand before he could evern try.
"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't slap my boyfriend around like his pig of an ex-fiance." Everyone looks at me in surprise. This is unlike me. I take Arthur by the wrist and lead him out the house. Once we are outside he sighs.
"I'm sorry for losing my cool back there, but I was getting tired of what they were saying. I love you and it hurt me to see you being treated in that way. I'll walk myself home." He starts to walk but I put my hand with his and he looks at me in surprise.
"Non. I'll walk with you. I need to blow off some steam." With that, he kisses me and we walk together. No matter what anyone says, I love this guy with all my heart. I can only imagine what his parents will say about me... but let's save that for another time.
Okay, if anyone seriously hated Francis' parents ad thought they were complete douche bags, then please leave a comment. Sorry I have taken a week to update this story but I have been busy. So anyways, I'll see you guys next chapter!
