Come morning, Alfred was still out cold and snoring. The very moment he'd laid Matthew down in the right bed, he had stumbled into his own room and without any prompting at all, flopped onto his bed and fell instantly asleep.
Clean himself up? Hell no.
Too much work for someone as tired as him!
It wasn't until a horrifically loud shriek filled the house at an early hour (or, so he claimed it to be early) that Alfred jolted awake, eyebrows furrowing as he draped an arm over his eyes, making a face. "Five more minutes," he whined, yanking the sheets up and over his head, rolling onto his side, burying his face into the pillow.
In the room next door Matthew had done the same thing, the (fake) twins moving in union despite being separated by a wall. Matthew couldn't be bothered to deal with Alfreds mood swings in the morning, he'd much rather just stay in bed until the fight was over and then he could get up, have a shower and -
Matthew's eyes shot open, and the male gasped.
W-wait, this was no time to be hiding in his own bed!
Jolting out from under the covers, Matthew all but ran from his own room into Alfred's, jumping on the males bed and shimmying under the covers, a frown on his face. "Alfred, Alfred!" he shook the American, worry etched on his face.
The Canadian was still naked from the waist down from the night before, but he didn't care as he heard a lot of crashing from downstairs, no doubt Arthur having a little fit in the kitchen before the door slammed, and Matthew let out a little sigh of relief.
"Al.. Arthur is awake. He just left the house"
Giving a shocked half-snore, Alfred groaned loudly, batting lightly at the hand shaking him. "D'n't care, Arthur leaves the house all the time," he grumbled sleepily, pressing his eyes shut together tighter, turning his face to bury it into the pillow. "Go to sleep, Mattie. 's too early to be up."
Well, too early for the lazy American, that is.
So, with that, Alfred tried to, once again, go back to sleep. He'd been having such a nice dream too~! A dirty, erotic dream of Matthew, and if the real Matthew could stop interrupting unless he wanted to fulfill said dream then Alfred could sleep just a little longer and enjoy the others body, please and thank you.
Huffing loudly, Matthew thumped his fist against the males back, trying to wake him up unsuccessfully. "Idiot, in case your sleepy mind can't remember, last night when Arthur arrived home I'd just fucking blown you, you stupid hoser, and then we had a frisky session with Arthur until he came against my back!" Talking about his back, Matthew was grossed out to feel the dried cum.
"Now get the hell outta bed and help me clean up my back man, before Arthur comes home and decides to beat the shit out of us for taking advantage of his drunken state!"
Well that was one way to be reminded of things that had happened—flat out bluntness.
Well shit.
Alfred forced his eyes open, staring groggily down at the Canadian. "You reek of sex," he muttered after a moment before stretching his back, finding he also had dried cum along his stomach and chest.
Not the most comfortable thing in the world.
"Fine, fine, I'm getting up," he grumbled, pushing himself up, sheets falling from around his head and pooling around his waist, "But he won't beat the shit out of us. Trust me."
Not if he used this new found knowledge of their guardian against them. Yes, it was cruel, but, oh well! Arthur had been the one to start it by suggesting that such things were wanted, rather than scolding them for doing it on the couch for starters.
At the comment about him reeking of sex, Matthew had just given his brother a blank stare, ready to the punch the man again, but this time in that pretty face of his. Pouting as his brother started to move, Matthew nodded his head slightly.
Well, he hadn't honestly believed that Arthur would hit them, after all he had never raised a hand to either of them, so it was completely out of character, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to be angry with them.
Looking down to his hands, Matthew sighed slightly, looking pretty bummed out.
Last night had been a day full of different emotions and actions, some he had never thought he would do himself, and some he never thought he would have witnessed. All in all, Matthew was pretty sure that he was beginning to regret what had happened. All the lust had gone to his head, and he had done some stupid things.
It was actually making his skin crawl to think of how Arthur must feel, waking hungover with memories of sexual activities with the two people he had grown up protecting and caring for.
"You wanna shower with me?" he had muttered, the upset clear in his voice.
Ruffling the others blonde hair, Alfred glanced over at his twin, eyebrows furrowing upwards a little before he sighed, leaning forward and giving Matthew a quick peck on the lips. "Yeah, I'll shower with ya," he muttered before brushing some of the Canadian's hair back from his face. "Don't go all dreary on me now, dude," he added, reaching forward to give Matthew a hug, "We all made the choice, not just you, so we're all gonna tough through it, okay?"
Offering a kind smile Alfred pulled back, placing his hands on the Canadian's shoulders. "So cheer up okay? It's as much my fault as it is yours. I went along with it too, and Arthur was the one who put the idea in our head, so we're all to blame!"
Matthew flushed at the kiss, but smiled nonetheless and nodded to his brother. "Yeah... I guess you're right, for a change" Taking Alfred's hand in his own, and lacing their fingers together, Matthew tugged so that they were both standing up, leading his brother to the shower.
"Hey, what's with this whole "for a change" business?" he grumbled with a pout, puffing out his cheek as he allowed himself to stand, walking along with the other.
They wouldn't have any fun in the shower, Matthew was too nervous to get excited that morning, but it was good bonding time for the two of them, and now all they had to do was to wait for Arthur to get home.
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