Getting adjusted to their new lives was somewhat of a challenge. First there was the money problem. Richard saved up enough to keep them going for a while, but eventually it would run out. To solve this problem, Richard got a new job along with Francis, Michelle, and Arthur.

Francis got a job as a cook at a nearby restaurant that served international food. Arthur managed to find himself a job at a bookstore, where he could read all the books he wanted when the shop wasn't busy. Michelle worked at a flower shop where she could put her skill of taking care of flowers to use.

Since Richard couldn't return to his old job, he got a new one at a daycare center. Alfred would have also gotten a job himself, but Arthur insisted that he finish school first.

With their four jobs they were almost able to live just like before with one of the key differences being no servants. They also started saving up money so eventually they could live in their own houses once they got old enough. They started doing this to try and avoid a problem that cropped up.

Francis and Arthur would forget that other people lived in the house sometimes in the heat of the moment. They would start with making out on the couch (or kitchen). This would eventually evolve into sex which was most of the time interrupted.

Peter stared complaining that Matthew and Alfred didn't do naughty things in the middle of the house. He stopped saying that after he caught them dry humping each other on the couch.

After living in the house for a month, Peter could claim he knew more about sex than any other kid his age.

Of course they had to deal with their parents trying to make them come back. Francis' parents tried to apologize and lure them back with promises of letting them do what they wanted. Needless to say, all three of the children refused these offers.

Francis' parents also tried to offer them money to help them, but they were refused. They eventually settled with seeing their children every once in a while, and removed their threat of disowning them.

Arthur's parents were a different story. They focused just on getting Peter back, convinced that their other two sons were traitors and that they didn't want them back even if they begged. When all their attempts failed, they cut off all ties with their sons and had them disowned.

Other than that, their new life was perfect. They were able to live life without restrictions from their controlling parents. They spent time with the ones they loved without having to hide it. Overall their new life was happy.

1 Year Later:

Arthur peeked through to the door to see the throngs of people outside. He gulped nervously and fidgeted in place.

"You look like someone who's about to be hanged, not get married."

Arthur turned around and saw Richard standing behind him. "I'm just nervous that's all. It is a big day."

"Then smile and enjoy your big day." Arthur just nodded and looked outside the door, scanning the crowd and sighed in disappointment when he didn't see who he was looking for.

Richard noticed this and said, "It might be for the best that they didn't come."

"I know. I just hoped they might want to see their son married. At least Francis' parents are here."

Richard slipped his arm through the crook of Arthur's arm. "It's time to go." The door opened and they walked forward, down the aisle. Arthur looked at Francis and started feeling a little giddy. It was his wedding day, so he should be happy.

Arthur took his place beside Francis and only half listened to the priest. He remembered saying his vows, saying I do, and kissing Francis. The rest of the ceremony was a blur, muddled by his nerves.

What he did remember was when he started walking back down the aisle with Francis, seeing his parents.

It was just a glimpse of them walking away while everyone else was standing and clapping. Seeing his parents made him happier. He was under the impression that his parents hated his guts, but seeing them disproved his theory.

The reception was a blast. Lots of drinking, dancing, and being with friends. When Francis and Arthur cut the cake they both then shoved their slice of cake in each others faces.

Francis insisted that Arthur throw a bouquet like brides usually did since he was the girl of the relationship. Arthur reluctantly did and it was caught by a very embarrassed Matthew.

Alfred must have taken it for a sign, because he proposed to him right there and then, with a ring and everything. When Arthur asked him about it later, apparently he had wanted to pop the question for a while now, and couldn't find the right time to do it.

Arthur opened one gift on the fact that Elizabeta wanted to see his face when he opened it. He should have seen it coming. Inside was a bunch of costumes that Elizabeta said was for the honeymoon.

Arthur blushed while Francis thanked Elizabeta and judging from the expression on his face, already had ideas of how to use them.

It was later in the party, when he was looking for Francis, that he saw Francis talking with his parents. Wondering what they were talking about, Arthur sneaked to where he could listen in.

"Why are you giving this to us?"

"We feel guilty for what he did to our sons. We know that no matter what we do, it's still too late, and we'll always be crappy parents. We're planning on helping out the other two in different ways as well. Goodbye Francis." With Arthur's mother's final words, his parents turned around and walked out.

Arthur walked over to Francis and put his arms around his waist. "So what did they want?"

"They're trying to make amends for all the horrible things they did to you. So they gave me the deed for our new house." Francis showed Arthur the envelope containing said deed.

"I'm actually surprised that they came at all. I thought they wouldn't want to see any of us ever again Arthur snorted and continued speaking. "I guess it didn't surprise me that they didn't say hi to anyone else."

Arthur looked around for Richard to tell him about his parents when he saw him talking to a woman. Seeing that it looked like Richard was enjoying himself, he decided he would talk to him when he wasn't busy.

Francis grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the dance floor. "Come on! Let's go dancing."

Arthur squeezed Francis' hands and followed his new husband to dance the night away.

When they got back to their hotel room Arthur was slightly drunk, leaning on Francis for support. Francis laid him down on the bed and shortly joined him and hugged him close.

"So which outfit do you want to try tonight?" Francis asked with a lecherous grin on his face.

"I thought you were against doing stuff like this when I'm drunk," Arthur slurred.

"This is an exception. I highly doubt I'll be able to get you in one of those outfits when you're sober."

Arthur nodded in agreement and cuddled closer to Francis. "Can't you wait till the honeymoon?"

"Nope."

"Horny bastard."

A/N: This signifies the end of my first lengthy story. I would like to thank everyone reading till the end and Moongirl12121 for being my beta! I plan on writing more stories soon, so look out for me!