Arthur smoothed out his already wrinkle free shirt for the tenth time within the past five minutes. He slipped his wallet into one back pocket, phone and keys in another pocket as he sat on the couch. He tapped his foot on the floor in a repetitive manner before finally deciding to channel surf as he waited for Francis to pick him up.

~Line Break~

Meanwhile Francis was holding Matthew close to his chest and a small backpack draped over his shoulder as he stood waiting for Gilbert to answer the door. He tried to muffle down the growing worry of leaving his son with his friends as he heard multiple crashes and yelling and what appeared to be glass shattering. Matthew jumped slightly at the loud noises from within the house and held onto his papa tighter.

Francis held back a groan as he heard Gilbert swearing loudly at someone from within the house. Suddenly the door flew open and Francis jumped back, holding Matthew tightly to his chest. Matthew whimpered and buried his face Francis' chest. "Kesese! Hallo Francis!" The albino stared at the small child held in Francis' arms. "Oh and who is this?~" Gilbert sang out to Matthew.

Lavender eyes stared into ruby colored ones. "I'm Matthew..." The child answered softly, so softly that Gilbert almost missed it.

Gilbert chuckled to himself. "You're not very loud are you?" Matthew buried his face back into Francis' chest and he listened to the comforting sounds of his papa's heart beat. Francis pat the small child's head and shrugged to Gilbert. "He's not. I brought a bag for clothes tonight and tomorrow." He gestured to the small back pack over his shoulder.

Gilbert nodded and reached for the bag. "You're just in time. Antonio is nearly finished with the churros." Matthew tilted his head to the side and stared at the tall albino. "What's a churro?" He asked timidly.

Francis followed Gilbert into the house. "It's sort of like a Spanish donut." Gilbert tried to explain. Matthew perked up. "I like donuts!" The two adults chuckled.

"Oi! Bastardo! Where do you keep your pots and pans!" Francis tried to cover Matthew's ears."Lovi! Language! Gilbert said Francis' son is here!" Antonio shouted back. Gilbert rubbed the back of his head sheepishly to Francis' hard glare.

"So this is the kitchen." Gilbert said as the trio walked into the kitchen. Francis sighed as he saw an Italian who looked almost exactly the same minus the niceness, as Feliciano scowling and mumbling curses to himself. "I think it'll be best if you stay away from him." He whispered into his sons ear. Matthew nodded quickly in agreement.

The scowling Italian was scary to him. Gilbert walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a large pot. "Here." He handed it to the angry Italian. Lovino scowled and turned away quickly. Francis watched Antonio as the Spaniard gazed adoringly at the grumpy Italian. "Veh~ fratello! Do you need help with the pasta?"

'There's Feliciano.' Francis thought with a slight shake of the head. Lovino just waved his younger brother away. "I've got it." Feliciano frowned and looked over to Francis. "Ah! Is that your son?"

Matthew squeaked and held onto his papa tightly again. Francis chuckled and rubbed his sons back. "Oui. This is Matthew. Matthieu say hello to Feliciano." The French man urged his young son. Matthew slowly looked up at the brown eyed Italian. "Veh~" "Bonjour?" Matthew waved shyly. Feliciano squealed and reached out for the blonde child. "Can I hold him Francis?"

Francis looked down to his son. Matthew just held onto Francis tighter. "Eh maybe later Feli. He's sort of timid right now. This is the first time he's ever spent the night away from me." Feli looked downcast but nodded and walked into the living room.

Antonio placed a plate full of churros onto the table and walked over to Francis. "Now don't you worry mi amigo, we're going to take good care of you! You'll be begging to come over more often." Gilbert nodded in agreement and grinned. "Kesesese mein awesomeness will leave you wanting more!" Francis rolled his eyes.

Francis hugged Matthew tightly and kissed the top of his head. "You'll be a good boy, won't you?" He asked his son. The blonde boy nodded. "Oui Papa." Francis turned to his friends. "If he needs me at all don't hesitate to call me, alright?"

Antonio and Gilbert nodded and waved off his worries. "Don't worry so much Frenchie. Everything will be fine." Gilbert tried to assure the worried father. Francis sighed and gave his son one last hug and kiss. "If you need Papa at all tell anyone and they'll call me. Alright?" Matthew nodded. "Oui Papa. Je t'aime." "Je t'aime aussi." Francis handed his son over to the waiting arms of Antonio. Francis waved goodbye and slowly left the house.

Antonio hugged Matthew tightly and swayed. "You're so cute! Lovi!~ Come look!" Antonio managed to squee out as he spun in a circle, Matthew held tightly in his arms. Matthew squirmed and sent a childish glare up at the Spaniard. Lovino scoffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. "Sì. Cute. Put him down." Lovino responded.

"Kesese!" Gilbert watched the scene before him. Matthew flailed in a futile attempt to be released from Antonio's hold. "Lovi! I want one!" Lovino paled slightly and turned back to the stove. "Put the kid down bastardo."

"Language Lovi!" But he put Matthew down and walked back over to the Italian. "I want one~" Antonio poked Lovino's cheek. Gilbert chuckled to himself and watched as Matthew shyly made his way into the living room and sat on the opposite side of the couch that Feliciano sat. Matthew wasn't even shocked when a large blonde man completely over looked him as he sat next to Feliciano.

He sighed and crossed his arms. 'I want my Papa...' He thought with a small sniffle.

~Line Break~

Francis knocked on the front door of Arthur's house and waited patiently, ignoring how his heart raced slightly. 'I am not some hormonal teenager!' He thought with a mental scowl to himself. He blinked quickly as he saw the blonde British teen open the door. "Hi. Let me lock the door." Arthur turned to lock the front door and Francis couldn't help but stare at the teens ass.

He didn't turn his gaze away in time though as Arthur turned and saw the stare. The teen blushed and reached to cover his butt, even though he was now facing the French man. "You bloody wanker!" Francis chuckled and began to lead the way to the car. "My apologies," was the response as Francis opened the passenger door. Arthur rolled his eyes and buckled his seat belt.

He stared at the French man and smiled softly. "So what are you cooking?"

Francis shook his head and laughed. "Oh I'm not cooking." Arthur raised an eyebrow and stared in confusion. "You're not?" Francis chuckled. "We both are." The Brit felt his eyes widen in shock. "Is that a problem, cher?"

Arthur felt his cheeks warm up as he recognized the term of endearment. "Of course not. I can cook."

"Never doubted it for a minute," was Francis' quick response.

~Line Break~

Matthew hid in the bathroom with the lights off, his hands over his ears, as he tried to drown out the yells from the kitchen. The nicer of the two Italians had tried to tell his older brother that he was adding too many tomatoes to the spaghetti. Apparently that was against the law and condemnable by yells and fighting. He whimpered softly and brought his knees up to his chest.

He didn't hear the footsteps in the hall or hear the worried tone the person was using when they were calling for him. But he did feel when the door opened and he fell forward onto his face. He whimpered and wiped the tears off of his puffy cheeks. "Mister Gilbert?" He asked softly as the worried albino crouched down to his level.

"Heh, hey kid. What are you doing in here? It's dark." Gilbert reached up to turn the lights on. Matthew whimpered and sat up again. "I got scared." The small child admitted. Gilbert tilted his head to the side. "Of what?"

Matthew wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "They all started yelling. It was scary. I want my papa!" The small four year old yelped, burying his face back into his knees.

Gilbert sat down and pulled the small child into his lap and hugged him close. "Hey now. Come on. No tears." He wiped the salty tears off the child's face. Matthew sniffled. "You know what I do when I'm sad or scared?" Matthew hiccuped and shook his head. "Non? What?" "I stand up and tell myself to be awesome instead! Kesese!" The self proclaimed Prussian laughed out.

Matthew giggled loudly. Gilbert tickled his sides. "So what do you need to do?!" Matthew laughed loudly and flailed his small arms. "I need to tell myself to be awesome?" Gilbert nodded enthusiastically. "You be super awesome, got that kid?"

The child nodded quickly and laughed again. He hugged Gilbert. "Merci Mister Gilbert." Gilbert sat shocked for a moment before slowly hugging the child back carefully, a small smile on his face. "Ja. Anytime kid. Now lets go see what is for dinner, ja?" "Oui! Ja!"

~Line Break~

Arthur took the pan and small pot that Francis handed him. "So eh what exactly are we going to be cooking exactly?"

"Sauteed chicken with onions and mushrooms and some rice, or would you prefer potatoes?" Francis asked. "Eh rice is fine." Francis nodded. "And some rolls." Arthur nodded appreciatively. "Sounds quite delicious."

The two began to set everything up and when they had the rice simmering in a pot, rolls in the oven heating, and chicken with sliced and diced mushrooms and onions cooking Francis poured them each a glass of wine.

"Here," The Frenchman nudged Arthur with the glass. Arthur paled slightly. "You do realize that I'm a minor, right?" Francis raised an eyebrow. "That didn't stop you when you were with Yao."

Arthur flinched and carefully took the glass. "Besides, there's not that much in the glass and you are here with me. I'm not letting you walk home or drive home. So you'll be safe." Arthur blushed. There really wasn't that much wine in the small glass. Maybe a fourth of the glass was filled, so he took a sip of the wine. "It's good."

Francis scoffed. "But of course. French wine is the best." He took a sip of his own wine. Arthur rolled his eyes. "Oh, can you stir the chicken while I set the table?" "Sure." Arthur turned to stir the chicken, sipping on the wine. Francis placed his glass on the counter and reached into the cabinets for two plates. He hummed to himself as he took out two knives and forks.

Arthur stirred the chicken, accidentally sending some of the cut up mushroom flying out of the pan. He turned to make sure Francis hadn't seen and tried to pick up the mushroom. He accidentally tipped his glass over too far and about half of the wine still in the glass tipped into the pan. His eyes widened and mouth dropped as the food sizzled and the wine bubbled.

"Everything alright Arthur?" Francis asked, not looking up as he set the dishes onto the table perfectly.

"Oh yeah! Everything is fine! No reason to worry! Haha! None at all!" Arthur answered back in a shaky voice. He placed the glass onto the counter and turned the heat down on the stove. Francis shrugged and let the teenager do as he wished. Arthur was mentally panicking and doing his best to not physically show it as he stirred the chicken up more, sending even more of the cut up food out of the pan. He resisted the urge to bash his head into counter.

A few small pieces of the food fell into the open flame of the stove and made the small fire get larger. Arthur sweatdropped and turned the fire off and then back on, full force. 'Why the bloody hell did I just do that?!' He mentally yelled, stirring the food quicker. By this time the rice was over cooking and starting to turn brown at the bottom of the pot.

Arthur mumbled a swear. He had forgotten about Francis for the moment and the French man just shook his head as his boyfriend flailed around as he tried his best to fix their meal. "Do you need help?" Arthur jumped and turned towards the blonde man. "Oh no. I've got it. Everything is going great! Why don't you get more wine?!"

Francis rolled his eyes but did as requested. Arthur stirred the rice and then went back to stirring the chicken. The heat was still on for the rice and it was starting to smell really burnt. Arthur swore and turned off the heat and then turned back to the chicken. He accidentally knocked over his glass on the counter and facepalmed. "God damn it all."

"Do you need help now?" 'And god damn him!' Arthur thought with a scowl. He turned to face the French man, "No! I've got it!" Francis' eyes suddenly widened and he quickly pulled Arthur away from the suddenly hotter oven. "Holy shit! You set my kitchen on fire?!" Francis yelled as he quickly turned the oven off completely. He picked up the flaming pan of chicken and ran to the sink.

Arthur turned the cold water on and moved out of Francis' way as he placed the still on fire pan into the sink. Both coughed as smoke began to fill the kitchen. Finally the fire was out and Francis threw away the burnt to crisps food. "Oh god damn it the rolls." The teacher mumbled.

The Brit put on the oven mitts and pulled out the black rolls. "Well they don't look too bad..." He trailed off as Francis stared at the rolls wearily. "They look like charcoal." Francis stated simply. "Please throw them away too. Those are inedible by this point cher."

Arthur did as requested with a sigh. He watched in embarrassment as Francis poked the rice. "I don't think this is edible either." Arthur buried his face into his palms and groaned. "How do you feel about pizza?" Francis asked with a chuckle. Arthur looked up. "You mean you're not mad?"

Francis closed his eyes. "I'll live. Until the pizza gets here though help me clean my kitchen." Arthur nodded as Francis picked up his cellphone.

~Fast Forward~

The two sat on the couch in Francis' living room. "So what's your favorite color?" Arthur asked with a small grin as he bit into his pizza. "Green." Francis answered without any hesitation. "Yours?" Arthur tapped his chin in thought before shrugging. "Don't really have one I guess."

Francis nodded in thought. "So tell me about your punk phase I've heard so much about." He sipped his wine and couldn't help the sarcastic chuckle to himself as he thought about their 'fancy' dinner. Pizza and wine for him and pizza with tea for Arthur. The Brit groaned and fought off his blush. "I'd rather not discuss it."

"But we're supposed to be learning about each other. That's what a date is for. You've already learnt so much about me tonight. I love teaching, I was married and my wife died, my favorite color, my love for cooking. All I know about you is that you cannot cook at all. Ow!" He rubbed his shin and laughed at Arthur.

"You didn't tell me how she died." Arthur grumbled. Francis raised an eyebrow. "Right. Sorry. Well you know my parents died before my freshman year. My brothers and I never really got along well so when Ian became my full time care taker I lost it..." He trailed off as he thought back to how he was. "I began doing drugs. I brought drugs all the time. Accidentally got Yao addicted to opium. Which is why he hates me." He sighed. "What's your favorite part about teaching?"

Francis dropped his questions for the teen and the two continued as before. A few hours later and he was dropping the Brit off at his house. The two sat in the car for a few minutes before Arthur leaned over and kissed Francis on the cheek before running out of the car, a deep blush on his cheeks. Francis chuckled and watched Arthur unlock the door. He didn't leave until the boy was inside the house.

Arthur sighed and let his forehead drop onto the closed door. "So where have you been all night?" Ian asked curiously, and a bit suspiciously. Arthur jumped. "Bloody hell Ian!" "Well?" The red head pestered.

Arthur waved his elder brother off. "I was out with a friend." Ian narrowed his emerald eyes. "Not like that! It was a date!" Ian nearly fell over. "You had a date?! With who?!" Arthur blushed and bit his bottom lip. "None of your business! I'm going to bed!" He pushed past his pestering brother and went to his room.

"Oi! That's not fair! Tell me who you had a date with yah brat!" The Scottish mans accent grew deeper. Arthur rolled his eyes and ignored him.

A/N: Yes! I am finished! With this chapter. Initially I was going to do something a bit differently but I liked this idea a lot better than more angst. I couldn't help throwing in bits and pieces of Mattie's night away from his Papa so that's why I added so much. Sorry for the wait but I hope it was worth it x3 Reviews are always welcome!~ Ciao~