Roderich looked at Vash nodding to his father without paying atention.
"He is not going to kill anyone, right?"
"Unfortunately."
"Don't say that, who would you want him to kill?"
"Francis, maybe."
"He is your brother."
"So what?"
Vash wasn't scolding him, he was just confused.
"You don't mean it... it's just because you are mad!" he concluded.
"He deserve it a little."
"Not that much."
"Well..." he did a certain movement with his hand, waiting for his father opening the door of their room.
Mr. Edelstein took a deep breath and opened the door.
The dim light that came through the window did not allow Mr. Edelstein to understand immediately the scene.
But even if he did not understand, he knew there was a perfect way of making things happen inside the room. He went straight to the curtains to open them and used his Nazi general voice to say one simple word...
"Francis!"
At least, was Arthur who jumped like he was possesed by the devil. Francis almost had a heart attack. knowing exactly who was calling him. And of course, Mr. Edelstein opened the curtains and the light allowed eeeeveryone to see that they were naked as babies.
Francis got out of the bed almost in an instant, and looked at his father, confused and surprised with the face as pale as if he had seen a ghost.
"V-Vater..." Francis didn't even try to name him in french as he usually did.
Arthur didn't know what to do. He just looked Mr. Edelstein as he were a nazi general. Ah, and he was naked in another man's room.
"In your brother's room, naked, with another man" General Edelstein
listed with a cold voice, whatever was happening here as if he were listing war crimes to a man who was about to be hung. "Get dressed."
"I-I can explain" Francis whispered with a shaky voice. Arthur try to find his underwear, unsuccesfully.
"There is absolutely nothing you can explain with words that I have not seen with my own eyes, Francis. Get. Dressed" he almost froze Francis with the eyes, then turned to Arthur. "You. Name."
"W-What?" He hestiated.
Francis kept shaking but started searching for his clothes, completely terrified. It was the end. THE END. His father was going to disinherit him, he was to throw him away from home... or maybe he was going to report him. Make the crazi nazis come for him. Kill him.
"What is your name..." Mr. Edelstein paused looking at him with contempt, trying not to call him filthy, pervert, nasty little piece of shit "... boy"
"Ah..." he hestiated again, and looked Francis sideways, who, luckily, found his own pants at that moment. Arthur blushed a little, covering himself with the sheets
"Have you forgotten how to talk? Do you at least understand german? Verdammt, Francis" Arthur's attitude towards him made his blood boil, he looked at his son again. "You are a DISGRACE for this family, sleeping with a man, sleeping with the enemy!"
"What the hell?" At last, Arthur reacted. Francis looked at his father, hurt.
"He is not the enemy..." he whispered.
"I wadn't sleeping with him!" yelled Arthur.
Francis looked at him... come on, the strategy of deny everything was not very useful at this moment. His father had seen them both sleeping naked.
"There are so many wrong things with this, Francis, that I will not bother with fighting with you" decided Mr. Edelstein ignoring Arthur and taking his son by the arm. "You will go home with me, and you will fight and DIE with honor"
Arthur looked at him again and blushed.
"WHAT?" Yelled Arthur again.
"What?" Francis paled even more with that, looking at his father and feeling his knees failing.
Arthur's yell caught German's attention again, turning to him without responding to his son.
"I do not mind how much you yell, you fag" Mr. Edelstein almost spat that final word with disdain.
"Obviously because he won't go with you anymore" the british answered, furious.
Francis looked again to his father, because calling Arthur a fag, by extension, he was calling HIM a fag. A disgrace and a fag. His eyes filled with tears. He looked at Arthur, though, with that comment, through teary eyes. He felt a wave of love an affection for him, despite whatever his father was saying. He wanted to hug Arthur and stay there, and he would have done it if his father were not grabbing him by the arm with such force, that fighting against it was not even worth the try.
"Won't he? Watch him..." Mr. Edelstein started walking to the door, dragging Francis with him and Arthur jumped out of bed and kicked his big nazi ass with a knee.
Omg. This time he's going to win you, Arthur... Although let's face it... you have just surprised him. A LOT.
So, that's why the new movement, very fast is to bite him wherever he could.
Francis yelled when he realized what was happening, and Mr. Edelstein grunted in pain and pushing Arthur as hard as he could.
Arthur fell on the floor, but despite the pain, tried to go again
"Run away, Francis!" Arthur yelled.
"Don't hurt him, papa... " Francis begged, because he knew his father VERY well.
"Don't you dare run away!" ordered Mr. Edelstein, frowning to Arthur and walking towards him with every intention of leaving him KO with a good punch in the face.
Arthur tried to poke Mr. Edelstein eyes.
who didn't know what the hell was wrong with this boy. He didn't really wanted to hurt him, or... well, kill him. Once again he grunted in pain and pushed Arthur away from him. And again he fell to the floor.
"Stop! Stop! Please, papa, Arthur! Don't kill him, papa, do not kill him!" Francis hugged his placing himself between him and Arthur.
German pushed away Francis with the same strength than he had used against Arthur, trying to go again after him, getting more impatient and angry.
"No!" Arthur yelled when he saw that he pushed his son, and went again right to Mr. Edelstein trying to punch him in the stomach.
But Francis not only fell to the floor. He flew across the room to the wall, then fell to the floor like a ragged doll, not even moving.
The thing is that... even if Arthur was strong and had lots of ugly and naughty techniques, Mr. Edelstein was not an easy man to defeat.
However he... got quite scared of Francis and resolved to take arthur by the wrists.
"Stop! STOP!"
But the british was so scared to stop, thinking that Mr. Edelstein will kill him if he stops.
"Stop! I won't hurt you, verdammt! Francis is hurt!" Mr. Edelstein requested while trying to avoid Arthur's hits and... bites. DAFUQ! (he understood then why the english had defeated them in wwi...)
"You hurt him, useless arsehole!" Arthur yelled.
"It is your fault! CALM DOWN!" German yelled in return, when Arthur tried to kick his face with the feet.
"Verdammt!" Mr. Edelstein protested letting Arthur go with another push and went straight to Francis. Vash wondered seriously if they shouldn't go inside and do something...
Arthur coughed a few times and went again as soon as posible.
Bloody hell with Arthur! I think Mr. Edelstein will end up tightening him with the bed blankets. All sweaty, bloody and bruised, of course. Even more bloody and bruised than Arthur.
At least that's what he tried, while Francis sat on the floor, dizzy.
Arthur fought all he can and to be honest, Mr. Edelstein started to think that maybe he should offer Arthur a job in HIS army. (Where is the "off" button, asks Mr. Edelstein)
Francis got up and got closer to them, AGAIN, asking them both AGAIN to stop, pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaseeeee.
"Francis run! He wants to kill you!"
"I don't want to verdammt kill you! It was a lie, I will not send you to the war!" German protested. "What the hell is wrong with this boy? Stop him!"
Francis looked at them both. He felt ridiculously good because this werid boy was actually DEFENDING HIM from his father. And he was not exactly losing... nor winning.
But Arthur didn't stop because... well, he was scared and he didn't trust him and... well, he was a brit.
"Arthur... stop, please... " Francis got closer to Arthur and touched him on the shoulder, softly.
But Arthur didn't react with something so soft.
German is about to crash his skull with the floor... Ugh! Stooooop!.
"Arthur..." Francis got closer, and hugged him from the back.
Ok, that works.
"Verdammt!" German is completely tempted to knock out Arthur the second he stops. He only took a step back and looked at Francis, frowning.
Arthur blushed because he was still naked and Francis was hugging him!
But hey, this was effective, Arthur... Mr. Edelstein looked at Francis in the eye, angry with all this situation, and decided to change his strategy.
"Your mother and I will meet you at the hotel in an hour. Be there, or never, EVER come back"
Arthur looked Mr. Edelstein covering his manhood with his hands. Mr. Edelstein looked at him with disgust, turned to the door and left the room... watching his back.
Arthur didn't move. Francis started to shake and cry again as soon as his father stepped outside of the room
The british looked at him. The french hugged him with his legs too, and cried even harder, scared and sad and happy and... confused.
"Don't cry, don't cry, you are alive!"
"He hates me... and hates you... and you are SO brave! I love you... "
Arthur blushed. Francis kept crying and hugging him tighter.
"Y-you don't have to go with him"
"He said awful things... he... is mad, and he does not understand any of this..."
"He is going to kill you."
Francis cleaned his face with his hands, calming a bit.
"He... he is not. Mamman would never forgive him. But I don't know how... why is he here?"
"You don't have to go..."
"Why was he here? He was not supposed to be here, Arthur... He was home."
"I don't know."
"I thought he was going to kill YOU. How did you fight him... I think he was very mad he couldn't control you..."
"I-I... I wasn't trying to defend you."
"It was so brave of you..." Francis smiled. Arthur looked to other side. "Thank you... I never thought someone could face my father that way and not die trying."
"He is the nazi one and I'm a briton. We will win the war."
"Stop bringing the war to our personal life... He is your father in law, actually."
Arthur blinked with that.
"Whether he likes it or not... we should go to the hotel in one hour."
"M-my... w-what?" Welcome to the Gauls life, honey.
"Father in law. How do you feel... does... anything hurt from last night?"
"He wasn't... what... h-hurt?
"You know... your..." he raised his eyebrows realizing what they had done and smiled even more.
"I don't know."
"You were moving... up and down seated IN me... well, actually..."
"W-Whaaaaat?" Arthur just realized. Francis laughed a bit now, relaxing. "What? Why are you laughing?" He hestiated giving a step back.
"Because you are cute... It was amaaaaazing, if my father had said two hours instead of one I would tell you to repeat it."
"W-what?"
"You really should dress, mon amour" Francis looked around for his shoes.
"I-I..." he wasn't undestanding anything so he is going to run away in 3... 2...
"Come on!" Francis got closer to him and kissed him directly on the lips.
Arthur stopped himself on panic. Francis hugged him from the neck and deepened the kiss.
So he lost his mind in one second, letting go his man's parts.
And Francis lost it too, smiling and letting go, he will be late with his father. But his mother will be there. And his father is half as frightening when his mother is there.
The problem was the... Arthur reaction to the compulsory of the morning.
I'm sorry Roderich, they are going to do it again and this time it will not be on your Violin's bed... Well... if Arthur is willing to do it...
The big ben applaudes the idea, but I don't know if Arthur will be so... receptive.
Well, Francis pushes him into the bed as he has seen his mother do with his father lots of times. So, he fell, unable to fight. That is his turn off button, Mr. Edelstein.
A button he is definitely not willing to push!
Gott sei danke.
Ugh, shut up, Austria!