Matthew stirred slightly, his eyes blinking open as light peaked through the blinds to shine upon them. He mumbled incoherently, turning over to shield himself from the invasive sunlight. He was so warm, so comfortable. He nuzzled into the naked chest before him, greedily moving closer to the heat that exuded from it.
Still, his eyes opened once more as his mind woke up slowly. He saw the pale chest before him, little red marks drawing attention to the collar bone and neck. He followed the trail up, his eyes drinking up the sight of the albino sleeping. His face peaceful, his mouth showing only the hint of a satisfied smirk. His hair was plastered to his face in some areas from their previous activities.
Matthew blushed as he recalled the events of the previous night, his mind vividly remembering every detail. Even as he blushed he couldn't help but smile as he let his mind relive the moment.
Gilbert panting above him, his reddish face just inches away from his own. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him even closer to kiss him heatedly. Gasping into them whenever the Prussian thrusted just so, hitting that spot within him that he'd heard so much about from Papa. He arched his back, moaning his name as he kissed him more passionately. Needfully.
Matthew remembered how Gilbert had come, how he had squeezed his eyes shut, his hands supporting him trembling and his mouth falling open with the cry of his very name, Matthew. The sight was enough to make him orgasm as well, along with the fact that Gilbert was pumping him.
Gilbert really was handsome.
Matthew leaned up, the hands hugging him making the task more difficult. He placed a chaste kiss on the others lips, pulling away with a soft smile. He could stay in the albino's embrace for eternity, he felt so safe in his pale arms. Then he saw the clock.
10:50 am
Sh-Maple. (Matthew preferred not to curse so he tried his best to refrain from it, unlike his brother). He needed to get home. And he needed to get there right away. He tried to squirm from his boyfriends strong loving hold but it held firm. He needed to go now!
"Gil, Gil I have to go." He hissed, still not wanting to wake up his sleeping lover. He just looked so peaceful and happy, but he really did have to leave. Gilbert responded with a garbled groan and pulled him closer to his chest. Matthew huffed, pushing slightly more forcefully until red eyes finally opened.
"Matt...Why?" He groaned out, confused at his cute little boyfriend's behavior. Why was he leaving? It was so comfy. He didn't ever want to get up. He closed his sleepy eyes and nuzzled into his struggling lover's (because they were now) neck.
"I have to go home. Papa and Dad will be up soon." He insisted, even if it was so tempting to just stay here. His parents were notoriously late risers during the weekend. Usually from their nightly activities... And now he was in the same position. How weird.
Gilbert pouted, making a noise of displeasure as he hugged his lover (Gott, he loved saying that) tighter before finally releasing him. Matthew hurried out of bed, picking up his clothes as quickly as possible and put them on. Gilbert watched lazily from his bed, stretched out like a cat and letting out purrs of approval whenever the younger bent over. Even if Matt didn't like it. He had such a nice ass, and it was his ass now too. If only Matt could stay just a little while longer...
Finally, Matthew was fully clothed and ready to leave. He messed with his hair, trying to return it to normalcy but mostly failed. It would have to do. Maybe he could fix it better as he drove... He went to leave the bedroom but decided against and returned to the bed to give his lazy lover a quick kiss. He resisted the urge to continue the kiss for an indefinite amount of time.
"I'll see you later." He promised and then left the room quietly. Gilbert sighed, sitting up slightly and glaring at the clock. If only he could have had another hour...
"Dad, why are we still talking about this?" Alfred groaned, slouching in his seat on the couch. Arthur sent him a glare from his place in the armchair.
"Don't disrespect me, boy. I'm your father." Arthur snapped, "You disrespected me last night by storming off to your room while I was speaking. We are not done talking about this." They were going to settle this, this instant! He refused to have his boy gallivanting with a dangerous individual.
"You can't stop me from seeing him." The teen stated defiantly, "I don't need your permission. I can act independently in the matters of who I want to have a relationship with."
"Alfred." Arthur said slowly in that warning tone of his, "You are testing my patience. I do not wish for you to get hurt, which, even if you are oblivious to it, is the only way this irrational relationship will end."
"I'm not stupid. Stop calling me stupid." Alfred shot back, feeling anger boil in him once more. He was always seen as the idiot wasn't he? At least Ivan thought he was smart.
"I am not calling you stupid. Do not put words into my mouth." Arthur responded, trying to keep calm. A feat he was failing miserably at.
"You're calling me dense." Alfred shot back, crossing his arms.
"I'm not arguing you about this. You will end this relationship with Ivan immediately." The Englishman raised his voice, his anger rising at his son's horrid behavior.
"No I won't."
Francis tuned them out as the argument seemed to run in circles. He sighed tiredly, flipping one of the crepes he was making over. He would step in once the food was ready. His husband was being unreasonable and Alfred should have his fun. Frankly, there was a more pressing issue on his mind that hadn't seemed to dawn on either of the two in the living room.
Matthew had yet to return home.
He didn't like the idea of his petit Matthieu, alone in the night, scared and afraid. It brought painful memories of that dreadful night, so long ago. At least back then he had Alfred with him... The Frenchman reminded himself that Gilbert was with his son and wouldn't harm him. It was extremely obvious that the albino adored his little boy, he would make sure no harm came his way.
Still, he was a little worried. And Arthur accused him of being the bad parent!
"It's times like these I wish I was a girl." Alfred hissed out, his fury mounting at the interrogation he was receiving. His father could be so annoying! Sometimes he wished he could just run away and never see his face again.
"And why is that?" Arthur humored him.
"'Cause then I could say I'm having his babies and you would totally freak out." He smirked as Arhtur's face grew red. In your face, Dad.
"Alfred! Did you have sex with him?" Arthur asked, his worry shielded by fury mounting. He hadn't even thought of the possibility! But what if they had, what if the violent Russian pressured him?
"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't."
"Alfred, you answer me right this instance!" He ordered, his son was being an infernal brat!
Francis turned his head away as the door opened and his missing son stepped in hesitantly. Relief flooded him, he was ok. Nothing bad had happened, he was unharmed. He would have to tell him to call next time if he was going to be gone the entire night. Wait a minute...
Matthew pulled of his coat, hanging it in the closet by the front door. He smiled nervously at him, his movements hesitant and cautious. Why? Was that... Was that a slight limp?
Mon Dieu.
He shut the stove off and made his way toward his son. At first Matthew didn't see him, his eyes looking into the living room where his father and brother were arguing over something. Then a hand grabbing his arm and pulling him to the side made his gaze shift quickly.
Francis scrutinized him, his eyes taking in every single detail of his son's present state. His slightly messy hair, his rumpled clothing, the hickey (probably one of many) he was vainly trying to hide. The satisfaction and happiness exuding from his glowing skin even as he nervously shifted his gaze about the room. So, it was true.
"Papa?" He squeaked, fear creeping into him as blood rushed to his face. He knew. He knew.
"Francis! Get over here and defend me already!" Arthur yelled from the family room. Matthew prayed it would distract his father long enough for him to make his escape. The Frenchman didn't budge, his blue eyes staring at violet ones that couldn't keep his gaze. "Frog!"
"Arthur. Alfred and Ivan had one date. They didn't have sex. Leave them alone." He responded, his eyes never wavering. Matthew tried to pull his hand free only to have the grip tighten. "Matthieu, did you have sex last night?" He asked slowly, eyes still taking in every single detail and reaction.
There was a scraping of furniture as Arthur rushed over to the scene, alerted from his husbands question. "What? Matthew! Matthew would never, he's an innocent little boy!" Matthew stared at the ground. It was over, they knew. They all knew.
Alfred felt a bit of anger at the comment. Oh, so his Dad would think he'd have sex but not Mattie? Wait, Mattie having sex? Ha! The American began to laugh at the thought, three pairs of eyes turning their attention toward him.
"How could Mattie have sex? He doesn't even have a boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever he's into." He said easily, coming over to defend his twin from their parents. How could they accuse him of that? It was so stupid, he didn't deserve their anger. Plus, he hated it when Mattie was made a victim of unjust treatment so he had to defend him. He was the hero after all.
Francis ignored both Anglophiles, his eyes locking on his son once more. "Answer me, Matthieu. Did you have sex with Gilbert?" He repeated his question, waiting patiently for the inevitable response.
Alfred laughed even harder, all eyes once again on him. Gilbert? Really Gilbert? That was the best Papa could come up with? "Papa, you seriously think Mattie and Gilbert did it? First off, Mattie would never just do it with anyone. He'd date the guy first!" He defended his twin, looking to him for confirmation.
He received none. Matthew remained silent, his gaze still on the wooden floor.
Doubt began to crawl into his stomach but he vehemently denied it. Mattie couldn't of just done it with Gilbert. There was no way. Absolutely no way.
"Alfred, Matthew and Gilbert have been dating for a while now." Arthur informed him with a serious tone. Francis nodded but Alfred didn't believe them. If Matthew had started dating, he would have been the first to know about it. They didn't have secrets. They were just that close. His parents had to be lying. They must of been misinformed. The whole idea was impossible!
"Thats not true. They're just friends, we all are! Right, Mattie?" Alfred turned to his brother who was still staring at the floor.
"Mattie?"
"...I'm sorry, Alfred. I should of told you." Matthew whispered, feeling guilt pour into the pit of his stomach.
And Alfred's mind stopped working. What? What? Matthew and Gilbert were dating? Matthew and Gilbert had sex? Papa and Dad knew? He didn't? Matthew didn't tell him? Matthew had kept secrets? Matthew lied to him?
That fact branded itself into his mind, the heat of it slowly building up into rage.
Matthew, his twin, had lied to him.
"Alfred? Alfred, let me expla-" Matthew started, guilt rising in him at an increasing speed as he saw his brother fall silent and his hands shake. What had he done?
"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Alfred bit out, almost inaudibly. He said nothing more as he stormed out of the house, the door slammed shut and the car roaring to life. The minute Matthew heard the vehicle screech out of the driveway he began to thrash in his papa's grip.
"Let go! Please, he'll hurt him! I have to stop him!" He pleaded, knowing fully well what sort of damage Alfred could inflict when he was in one of these moods. His father's hold didn't loosen no matter how much he tried. Didn't he understand?
"Matthieu, do you love him?" Francis asked softly, feeling the other still. Violet blue eyes met blue for the first time that day, no hesitancy being betrayed in the oddly colored orbs.
"Yes Papa, I love Gilbert and that's why I need to stop Al from hurting him. Please, let me go I'll tell you everything later." He promised desperately.
"Then you have my blessing." Francis gave him a warm smile, releasing his grip and watching his son run out of the house and after his brother. He had grown up so fast, his little boy was a man.
"That doesn't mean I approve!" Arthur shouted after him, turning a harsh glare at his husband. "What the hell was that? Did you just give him your approval to shag Gilbert whenever he wants?" He cried out incredulously.
"Non, but I can see the amour in his eyes. They love each other dearly, Arthur." He said happily, taking his husbands hands in his. It was all so romantic!
"They're 16! They don't even know what love is!"
"But I do, and I see it in them." Francis assured with a soft smile.
"...You're drunk." Arthur accused, pulling at his hands to free them.
"Non, you are just in denial." Francis explained easily, leaning up to kiss him softly.
Alfred barely concentrated on driving, the car almost seemed to be moving on his own. Sharp angry turns punctuated by short halts at stoplights as he speeded toward the fucker's house. The fucker who took his twin's virginity. He was going to kill him.
He pulled into his target's driveway and jumped out of his car. He didn't even bother to turn it off, he left it running with the door wide opened as he stomped to the front door. He banged on it loudly, teeth gritted and eyes seeing red. He was going to fucking kill him.
After a few minutes, Gilbert opened the door lazily. He was dressed in his boxers and t-shirt he just threw on. He leaned against the frame of his door, yawning slightly as he peered at his visitor curiously. Of course, he didn't for long because in seconds Alfred had grabbed his shirt collar and hurled him into his front yard.
Gilbert let out a surprised yell as he landed on his ass in the still snowy lawn. The white fluff bit at his naked skin as he tried to understand what the hell was going on. He didn't have much time though, as a fist collided with his lip and his head snapped back with a shout. He backed away blindly, a hand cupping his now bleeding lip. What the fuck was going on?
"Alfred! What the hell!" He screamed, wiping the blood of his lip only to have more replace it. Alfred gave him the worst glare he had ever received from the American, which meant something because he got a glare from him almost every day. Fear slowly grew inside him as Alfred looked extremely menacing above him.
"You took advantage of my brother!" Alfred accused, grabbing his leg to drag the thrashing teen back toward him. Gilbert kicked him in the gut but it seemed to have little effect on his furious attacker. What was he talking about?
"I would never do that!" he defended himself, shielding his face with his hands as Alfred aimed to punch him there. He changed his mind, kicking him solidly in the side. Gilbert groaned, curling up in pain. He went in to throw another punch when a car horn sounded around them.
"Al. Stop!" Matthew shouted, running over to them and putting himself between the two. He had just pulled over the car, blaring the horn to make his brother halt his attack. He hoped he wasn't too late.
"Matthew. Get out of my way." Alfred said slowly, threateningly.
"No. Al you don't understand. Its not his fault!" He defied, keeping himself between them and clenching his fists as he heard the albino groan beneath him.
"He fucked you! He took your innocence! He pressured you! I'll kill him!" Alfred snapped, trying to get to Gilbert who was still writhing on the floor. He was going to kill him until he was dead.
"He's my boyfriend!"
Alfred fell silent, his heartbeat accelerating. Finally, he settled his attention on his twin. His blue eyes wide as he waited for the other to explain himself.
"We've been dating since early October." Matthew continued. Alfred's shoulders slumped slightly, his eyes losing all their fire.
"...Why didn't you tell me?" Matthew cringed as the words were devoid of anger, only dripping with hurt and betrayal. He didn't know what to tell him.
"Because." He pathetically murmured feeling guilt consume him once more.
"Because what? I can't believe you!" Alfred snapped, trying to cover up the pain he felt with anger, something he was more comfortable expressing.
"Al I-"
"You lied to me! You kept secrets! We're suppose to be twins!" Alfred interrupted, his whole figure shaking. How could he do this to him? How!
"Alfred, please-" Matthew tried but again Alfred wouldn't listen to him. He didn't even know if he deserved to be listened to.
"No. I cant even...I can't.." Alfred couldn't even find words to express himself and he fell silent, a silence that pressed against the brothers and threatened to consume them.
Matthew had never felt so horrible. He had betrayed Alfred to the point where he had no more words to shout. His disappointment slashed through the younger twin like a knife.
The feeling only worsened as Alfred turned away, not uttering a single word as he got back into his car and drove away. Matthew watched him go, unable to call after him before punching the ground in frustration. Why had he let this happen?
"Matt?" Gilbert asked hoarsely, sitting up with a little difficulty. His hand still pressed against his swelling lip but he wasn't thinking of his own pain at the moment.
Matthew turned to the worried tone, remembering his boyfriend who had been hurt because of him. "I'm sorry Gilbert." he murmured, crawling over to him. He grimaced at the blood on his face and how swollen his lip looked. "Let me clean you up."
"Matt what just happened?" Gilbert ask, hissing slightly as Matthew pushed his hand away to look at his face.
"I-I messed everything up and now my own brother hates me." He whispered, furious at himself. "I'm such an idiot."
"You're not an idiot. I'm sure he'll come around, it'll be ok." The Prussian reassured, if he was mad about last night then it was partially his fault as well. Matthew shook his head sadly, unconvinced.
"You don't know Al like I do. When he's angry he yells and calls you names and stuff. I've never seen him this angry, not even with Dad."
Alfred wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He didn't even know where he could go. Mattie...Mattie-no not anymore- Matthew had lied to him, had lied to him even as he himself told him everything. Usually when he was upset he would go to Matthew for help or advice or for a hug. But now, Matthew was the problem. Who was he suppose to turn to? DId he have anybody else he could trust? If Matthew could lie to him anyone else could have too.
Apparently, his hands had figured that out before his brain as they steered toward a familiar home of his childhood. Toris' home came into view and he pulled into the driveway without any hesitancy. He knew he wasn't here for Toris though.
He walked to the door slowly, dejectedly. All his hurt feelings finally weighing in on him. With heavy footsteps, he trudged to the front door and rang the doorbell once. The door opened a few minutes later, revealing a surprised looking Ivan. The taller student seemed to be wearing his pajamas still even though it was probably past noon by now and he had his loyal scarf wrapped around his neck.
"Alfred?" He questioned but received no answer. Alfred stood there a moment, debating on what exactly to do but his mind was much to tired. Instead he took a step inside and practically fell onto the Russian as he embraced him tightly. Ivan tensed as the other pressed his face into his chest, his arms encircling his waist to pull him closer.
"Alfred?" He reiterated, horribly confused at the treatment he was receiving. He hadn't expected the American to visit him today and yet, here he was hugging him desperately. He wondered why.
"Stop. Don't say anything. Just be my teddy bear, please." Alfred mumbled feeling pathetic but not caring at the moment. He was a fucking mess and Ivan was the only person he could think of coming too. He better be able to trust him. Ivan was surprised at the request but shrugged, he couldn't complain about the attention he was receiving.
"Da." He answered, wrapping his arms around him tentatively. He guided him into the home and out of the cold, closing the door with his foot because his arms were occupied. "Now what is wrong?"
"Mattie...Matthew's been dating Gilbert and he didn't tell me." He murmured sadly.
"Da, I knew." Ivan stated simply.
"...You knew?"
"Yes, Matvey told me to keep it a secret." He recalled the conversation from a few days ago.
Come to think of it, Papa and Dad had known also. Had everyone known but him? Even Ivan? Why would Mattie-Matthew-keep it just from him! That made it hurt so much more. If Matti-Matthew-had lied to him about that and for so long...How could he ever trust him again?
Matthew waited at the kitchen counter for his brother to return. His fingers drummed on the marble impatiently as his feelings of uncertainty and guilt built up within him every passing moment. He needed Alfred to come home so he could rectify all of this.
He had returned home as quickly as possible, hoping to find Alfred already there. Unfortunately he was not, instead he had to sit down and talk to his parents (mostly Dad) about his relationship with Gilbert. Arthur had made him promise to not have sex in the house, to use protection at all times and to not do it often. Actually, his exact words were to never do it ever again until he was forty but Papa had told him it was ok.
And then he had moved to the kitchen to await his brother. Papa sat with him for a while, telling him it would be fine and that Alfred would forgive him. Matthew smiled at him but it faltered as time dragged on. Gilbert came over, worried about his boyfriend and was immediately interrogated by an angry Arthur. He then proceeded to defend himself as best he could, thankful for Francis' help in defending his case.
Afterward, he had sat with Matthew, trying to ease his nerves with his own words. It didn't really work because whenever the younger saw the Prussian's swollen lip it reminded him of what he had done. As the afternoon turned to dusk, Gilbert gave him a reassuring kiss before leaving to return to his own home.
Alfred, finally, came home as dinner was being eaten by the rest of the family. Matthew almost fell out of his chair as he ran over to his brother. He didn't expect what happened next.
He expected Alfred to glare at him, to curse him out and to go into his room. He expected to follow him and find him crying (though he would deny it) in his pillow. He expected to apologize and beg for forgiveness (using the terms Alfie and Hero a lot). He expect Alfred to forgive him, to hug him and to ask him never to lie again. It didn't go as expected.
Alfred didn't look at him, didn't acknowledge him as he moved to go upstairs.
"Alfred, we saved you're dinner." Arthur called, feeling the tension in the air and hoping to break it with his son's favorite, food.
"I already ate." Alfred answered simply, stopping his climb in order to do so.
"Alfred-" The younger twin began before being interrupted.
"Don't talk to me." Alfred hissed out, not turning around while also tightening his grip on the banister.
"Al." Matthew attempted to continue.
"Don't."
"Alfie." He tried, his last ditch effort. The one that always worked.
"Don't call me that. Don't ever call me that again." Until now. Alfred began walking up the stairs again and Matthew followed him, hoping to at least get one word through to his brother.
"Please don't do this." The younger blond pleaded as his twin reached his bedroom door. Alfred turned around, revealing his red irritated eyes as he glared at Matthew. The younger blond almost wanted to take a step back, but he didn't. Alfred had cried because of him.
"I don't get it. I tell you everything. Everything. I keep no secrets from you. I thought I could trust you, but you won't even tell me something as stupid as you dating Gilbert. And everyone else knew except for me! Who knows what other things you've been lying about? I can't believe you would do this to me, Matthew." Alfred's words tumbled out hoping to sound angry and forcefully but came out vulnerable and hurt. The fact that he used his real name instead of his affectionate nickname made it all the more painful.
"Al, I-"
"I don't want to hear it anymore. Its probably just another lie." And the door slammed shut. Matthew stood there a moment, feeling ten times worse than before. He had really screwed things up. This was usually Alfred's job! He needed to fix this. He would just go in, since Alfred was probably crying into his pillow, and explain himself. Yeah, and hopefully Alfred would fo-
The door was locked.
Matthew froze, his hand retracting from the knob as if it had been burned. Alfred had locked the door. He never locked the door. It was an unspoken rule between them, stemming from the first night they slept in different rooms. They wanted to be able to get to each other in the middle of the night in case of nightmare. Doors between them were to remain open and unlocked.
But Alfred had just locked his door, barring him from entering his room.
The full weight of the situation fell on Matthew's slim shoulders as he took a step back. Half of him wanted to bang on the door and beg to be let in. The other wanted to run to his room and cry. How could he have let this happen?
He backed away from the door and turned to walk over to his room. He didn't know how to fix this. He didn't even know if it could ever be fixed.
Alfred made a point to ignore his brother's existence completely for the next week. He sat with Kiku on the bus, he didn't look at him in the halls. He ate with Ivan on the roof. He went home with Ivan and stayed at his house for most of the day before returning home (making sure to come after dinner) and went straight to his room after greeting his parents with a smile.
Matthew realized that having an annoying, obnoxious blunt brother was better than having none at all. He hung out with Gilbert more, but still made an effort to be home in case Alfred would let him talk to him. He never did.
Arthur and Francis watched anxiously as a rift began to grow between the twins. They ceased to fight amongst each other as they focused more on their sons' problem. They spoke reassuringly to Matthew and tried to soften Alfred. They talked in hushed towns when alone, trying to figure out a way to settle the growing problem because Alfred refused to listen to Matthew and his brother was suffering because of that.
This chapter is a day early and I hope you like it!
This was fun to write, I seem to derive pleasure form Alfred and Matthew's pain... Am I a bad person? Probably..
Anyway, I'm here to warn you guys that I might not be able to update during my winter break. I'll try but I'm making no promises. Don't worry though, once I get back updates will happen, back on schedule!
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I put it in last chapter but it didn't appear for some reason...Hopefully it will now!