Pairings: Fruk, Canus, Rusjap
French translation:
Ma petite poupée-my little doll
Mon cheri-my darling
Bonjour mes chéris- good morning my darlings
Warnings: Abuse! Insanity! Alcoholism! Human names! Yaoi! Angst! Psycho-shit! Violence! Profanity! Gakuen AU! Gay-Marriage! Made-up cities cause I'm too lazy to pick real ones!
Chapter 2: Put it Back!
Alfred woke early the next morning and walked out to the kitchen to find Matthew looking through the cabinets. He suddenly felt unimaginably violated, so he stomped over and spun the other boy around by the shoulder.
"What are you doing in my kitchen?" Alfred demanded, his voice low and cold. "If your father is not allowed to go through my kitchen, what the hell makes you believe you can?" Matthew looked so startled Alfred began to feel somewhat guilty.
"I-I only wanted some coffee."Matthew responded, unsettled and apologetic; Alfred sighed.
"Sit down, I'll make some coffee and fix something to eat." Alfred told him. Matthew bit his lip.
"But...There isn't any food." Matthew voiced, concerned; Alfred rolled his eyes and walked over to the far cabinet, opening it and pulling out two large cans. He turned the cans so the labels faced, Matthew revealing that they were cans of creamed corn.
"Everything is food. Don't be so picky." Alfred told him as though he were a fool for implying otherwise. "Honestly, fucking kids wasting perfectly good food all the time." Matthew felt guilty at that and so did not reply. Arthur stumbled in at that moment and sat heavily in one of the chairs. Alfred went quiet and began preparing the creamed corn, coffee, and the last bit of tea. After Alfred put bowls of creamed corn in front of each chair, Francis strolled in a bright smile on his face.
"Bonjour mes chéris~!" Francis sang, Alfred and Arthur glared at him.
"Just sit and eat." Arthur spat slamming his fist onto the table. Alfred stifled a flinch and sighed, putting a mug of hot tea in front of Arthur and a mug of coffee in front of Matthew. Matthew smiled at Alfred thankfully. Francis eyed his cream corn, dismayed.
"What is this?" Francis asked dramatically. Alfred glared at him, offended.
"It's food, now eat it!" Alfred ordered, eating his own creamed corn; Arthur looked at the meager meal sadly.
"We'll go food shopping today." Arthur promised.
"Is there any money left for that?" Alfred asked spitefully, making Arthur flinch.
"There should be some left." Arthur murmured, embarrassed; Alfred snorted.
"We'll see." He said, bitterness seeping into his voice. Francis looked at his bowl of food guiltily.
"If you are in need of funds, I have enough money to get some food." Francis offered brightly. Arthur glared at him, his cheeks flushing and Alfred waved off his comment.
"We're just fine. We don't need help." Alfred protested.
"But ma petite poupée! You're both so skinny!" Francis argued. Alfred got up, his bowl empty of food, and put the bowl in the sink.
"I'm going to call the bank to find out how much you left." Alfred told Arthur grabbing up the phone and heading toward the living room.
"Why is he so very hostile?" Francis lamented mournfully. Matthew sighed at his father's dramatics and went to put his own empty bowl into the sink. After walking into the living room, he overheard Alfred talking on the phone.
"So you'll come pick me up? Thanks so much Ivan. You have no idea how grateful I am. No, no it's fine. It was bleeding yesterday, but it's fine now I promise. Don't be so dramatic! there's no need for that. Why? Because they'll deport you dummy. Besides, he needs me. I know but I can't; besides, it doesn't even hurt that bad anymore. Look, just come pick me up and don't you dare bring that pipe! He didn't mean it! he's just going through a rough patch. Honestly Ivan, you can be such an overprotective dick-head. I'll be waiting out front so you don't need to knock. I've got the debit so we can go shopping. Thanks again for taking me to the grocery store. Yeah, I'll tell you what happened when you get here. bye Ivan; see you soon." Alfred hung up the phone, turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin when he spotted Matthew watching him. "Jeeze! What the hell are you doing?"
"Sorry. I was just wondering if you wanted help food shopping..." Matthew told him, flushing slightly in embarrassment. Alfred scowled.
"It's rude to eavesdrop you know. Don't let me catch you doing it again or I'll throw something heavy at you." Alfred threatened, walking towards his room. Matthew bit his lip for a bit before following after him.
"Um...did- are you hurt? Who hurt you?" Matthew asked, worried. Alfred froze and Matthew almost bumped into him.
"That's none of your business!" Alfred turned and snapped at him, glaring fiercely. "You shouldn't have been eavesdropping in the first place! Don't you dare bring that up again or you and your father will be out on your ass!" Alfred turned back around and stormed towards his room again, slamming the door behind himself. Matthew shook a little, very surprised by the threat he just received.
"Don't aggravate him." Arthur scolded suddenly, startling Matthew badly. He turned around quickly to see Arthur scowling at him.
"B-but he's hurt! Don't you want to know who hurt him?" Matthew pleaded, not understanding why Alfred's father would not want to know. Arthur shook his head at Matthew.
"Alfred can handle it. Leave him alone." Arthur warned, walking past him and heading towards his own room.
"B-but what if he needs help..." Matthew mumbled after him. Francis walked into the hall then, with a bright happy smile.
"Matthieu! Since Alfred is going food shopping let us go shopping for gifts!" Francis announced flamboyantly. Matthew bit his lip but nodded and followed after his exuberant father.
"Okay Papa." Matthew agreed quietly.
Alfred waited at the front door for his friend to pick him up and Matthew and Francis soon came out to stand with him.
"What are you doing out here all alone, petite poupée?" Francis asked cheerfully. Alfred frowned at the Frenchman for a moment.
"I'm waiting for my friend Ivan." Alfred told them civilly.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Matthew asked, concerned.
"I'm fine! Will you stop asking?" Alfred replied, annoyed. Before any of them could say anything more, a very beautiful crimson Marussia pulled into the driveway. Francis and Matthew marveled at the beautiful car for a moment.
"That is a very gorgeous car!" Francis complimented.
"Ivan always has the sexiest cars." Alfred told them, grinning widely. While they were talking, a rather handsome, and tall, young Russian man stepped out of the car. What was unusual about him was, though it was close to summer, he wore a long beige trench coat and a long, light peach scarf. Ivan began to walk over to the three blonds and Alfred ran over to greet him, throwing his arms around the taller teens shoulders and hugging him tightly. "Ivan! It's been ages dude!" Ivan chuckled, wrapping his own arms around Alfred's slim waist and returning the embrace.
"Privet comrade Alfred," Ivan replied. "It has not been so long since day before yesterday though." Alfred pouted at him adorably.
"Well, ya... But that feels like forever! How's Kiku?" Alfred asked. Ivan chuckled at him and shook his head.
"Honda is doing well. He wishes you would go to school more." Ivan told him and Alfred nodded.
"Me too, but I have to take care of things here. Arthur's gone and gotten himself in a huge mess." Alfred complained. Ivan turned his head, his cold gaze falling on Francis and Matthew standing by the door,. The creepiest part was that Ivan's smile did not fall, though his eyes became rather murderous.
"They are the trouble that Arthur has caused you." Ivan questioned. Alfred nodded in response and Ivan continued. "Do you wish me to clean 'mess' for you?" Francis and Matthew cowered a little in the face of Ivan's very dark look. Alfred rolled his eyes and slapped Ivan's shoulder lightly.
"Knock it off dude. Relax okay, I got this." Alfred assured him. Ivan raised an eyebrow at him but nodded.
"Very well comrade, I will let you handle this for now... But should they prove to be problem, I will step in." Ivan vowed darkly. Alfred sighed, shaking his head and smiling fondly.
"Thanks for tryin' ta look out for me big guy, but I'm a hero." Alfred said with a bright grin. Ivan laughed and the two let go of each other, finally.
"Have fun with your friend Alfred." Francis voiced weakly. Alfred turned back to Matthew and Francis and waved.
"Sure, sure. Later." Alfred responded.
"B-bye Alfred..." Matthew mumbled shyly. Alfred did not hear him as he followed Ivan back over to the car, getting into it with him. As the drove away Francis turned to Matthew and looked at him closely for a moment, Matthew became nervous with Francis scrutinizing him so closely. "What is it Papa?" He asked finally. Francis smirked at him.
"You have a crush on petite Alfred!" Francis said confidently, Matthew flushed brightly.
"I do not Papa!" Matthew denied, embarrassed.
"That is so cute!" Francis cooed.
"It is not!" Matthew denied. This went back and forth all the way to their own car.
Alfred sat in Ivan's front seat, messing around with the radio, trying to find something good to listen to.
"So, what happened?" Ivan asked him pointedly. Alfred sighed loudly and gave up on the radio, shutting it off and flopping back against the seat.
"Arthur, the huge dumbass, went and got hammered; then ended up getting married to that overly-peppy ass wipe." Alfred complained.
"And the bruise on your face?" Ivan inquired. Alfred sighed and covered his face with his hands.
"Arthur had another episode. He threw a vase at me and smacked me around a bit because apparently I 'cursed' him." Alfred told him.
"Did he insist he saw a unicorn or fairy in the room again?" Ivan asked, concerned.
"No, thank God. It took me forever to convince him that I wasn't an evil witch because the stupid 'flying mint bunny' insisted I was." Alfred complained. "I'm running out of ideas Ivan. I'm not sure what to do anymore and if this keeps up I might actually have to take him to the fucking psych ward. What am I going to do if he's deemed unfit?" Alfred sighed miserably.
"If Arthur is deemed unfit, you will come live with my family." Ivan decided. Alfred sighed wearily.
"Thanks Ivan, but I don't think I'd fit." Alfred told him.
"Is better with my family than abusive crazy man." Ivan insisted, but Alfred shook his head.
"He's my father Ivan...I have to take care of him." Alfred replied softly. Ivan scowled out the window and the rest of the drive was silent. This was an argument the two had at least twice a week, and both grew tired of it. Ivan waited for Alfred to give in and Alfred waited for Ivan to give up. Neither ever got anywhere.
TBC...
Yami Ryo: Special thanks to my beta akuoni!