I'M SO SORRY! MY COMPUTER CRASHED RECENTLY (using a temporary computer) AND I'M NOT GETTING IT BACK UNTIL MARCH 1ST! T-T! But here's chapter six, it's not my original but here's a filler! He… you guys must hate me…PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!
Alfred: I love seeing her so weak and vulnerable when she's not harassing me! And I was picked on A LOT in her original chapter
Me: That's not changing…
Alfred: DAMN IT!
Ivan: You do a scene with Matvey and me да?
Me: да
Ivan: YAY~ *claps hands like a giddy child*
Francis: Lemon? *raises eyebrow*
Me: No…ew… I mean yeah I'll read one every now and then…but writing one…not my thing Francis not my thing…
Matthew: You look forward to seeing one of those?
Francis: What can I say? Oh! I have an idea! Not a lemon between Ivan and Matthew, but one with Arthur and me! Or even better, Unity and I!
Me: … you creeper... Ivan can I PLEASE borrow your metal pipe?
Ivan: You're not going to give it back…
Me: WELL YEAH! Of course I want a memento of not a, but THE sexy ass Russian!
Matthew and Natalia: :D which attack do we use?
Me: …f*ck… um…here's chapter six…I guess…got to finish this chapter and very long author's note before I'm dead…(I TRICKED YOU ALL! ALL OF THIS [EXCEPT ME DYING AND THE LEMON] HAPPEN NEXT TIME! MWAHAHAHA!)
Chapter Six
Twenty-four years ago…
Married Couple
Arthur Kirkland sat in his bedroom with the stupid frog, Francis Bonnefoy. The year was 1987. He had to do a stupid project with the damn frog.
"This is stupid…" Arthur muttered.
"What is?" Francis asked looking up from his textbook.
"The fact that I'm stuck doing a project with a bloody wanker like you!" Arthur yelled.
"Now, mon petit lapin, you shouldn't be yelling. It is not my fault that I, the glamorous sexy Francis, had to be stuck with the odd haired Arthur for this project."
"Put a sock in it frog! Now remember, not that I'd want you here, but my family is coming over soon and I wish that you don't go off and start groping my cousin."
"Tell me more about her Angleterre." Arthur sighed.
"I guess she's like me. She's lived in America longer than I have, but doesn't act like one. Polite, pretty, was taller than me when growing up, confident, really nice. Wait a minute! Why would you want to know?" Arthur demanded. Francis chuckled. The doorbell rang. Arthur got up and Francis followed; the two saw Arthur's parents opening the door revealing Arthur's family.
The two boys went downstairs and the introductions took place.
"Aunt Elizabeth, Uncle Jonathon, Marisol, this is my…f-acquaintance Francis."
"Bonjour. Pleasure to meet you." Francis spoke being himself. Arthur's aunt and uncle introduced themselves and smiled, then left to be with the other adults. Francis looked at the girl in front of him. She was slightly taller than petite size, had sparkling green eyes, wavy chestnut hair that fell to her waist and wasn't touched by any hair products. Her figure was nice as well, her chest-oh la la! (A/N: All those dirty people that wanted Francis to actually go into detail…yeah not happening!)
"Hello Arthur! Nice to meet you Francis…is it?" Marisol spoke.
"How are you doing Marisol?" Arthur asked.
"I'm good. Is little Arthur worried about me?" she questioned. Marisol and Arthur were only born a week apart. Arthur being the older one.
"Just because you were taller than me before doesn't mean you can call me little!" Arthur stated.
"Sure… anyway Francis, are you French?"
"Oui mademoiselle." Francis told her.
"I speak a little French monsieur. Comment ça va?"
"I'm doing well thank you for asking. Arthur here doesn't like it when I speak French."
"Why not?" Marisol questioned.
"You make it seem as if I'm the bad guy!"
"Well, you are. You told me to be on my best behavior, but I'm always on my best behavior!" Francis told him.
"Yes because groping everyone is polite and well mannered." Arthur told him sarcastically.
"Mon petit lapin we all know you like it!" Francis sang. Then Arthur started to choke Francis (not enough to kill him or anything) and Francis started fighting back. Marisol giggled. They stopped.
"You two fight like a married couple!" she exclaimed. Yes Marisol, married couples try to claw each other's eyes out over something silly, like spilled milk…
"We do not!" Arthur told her. Marisol rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. What Marisol didn't know was that from this day on, her life would change…
Calm your Willy!
"Francis! Stop it! s'il vous plaît!" Marisol said as Francis was tickling her. For some time now, much to Arthur's dismay, Francis and Marisol were dating.
"Non, it's too much fun!"
"You tease."
"That's not being a tease. This is." Francis told her as he started nibbling on her neck. Marisol moaned as he bit down on her soft spot.
"Would you two please cut that out? You are in my home you know!" Arthur yelled as he came out of his apartment kitchen with his tea.
"Sod off Arthur! You know an unhappy mood means an unhappy Willy!" Marisol told him. Arthur blushed.
"Where the bloody hell did you hear that!" he demanded.
"The creepy guy outside the supermarket. You know the one who sells weird shit." Marisol responded to her cousin.
"That is…disgusting…wait, why were you talking to him?" Arthur demanded. Marisol shrugged. Francis felt left out. Marisol knew that she and Arthur were abandoning Francis from the conversation so she gave him a kiss on the cheek to remind him that they haven't forgotten about him, no matter how much Arthur wanted to. Knowing Francis he decided to go a little more…intense than a kiss on the cheek, since it was a way to greet people in his home country.
"What did I tell you two!" Arthur shrieked.
"Safe sex." Francis said with a smirk.
"I didn't even want you to have that! You piss me off frog!"
"Married couple" Marisol muttered.
Arthur groaned and stormed back into the kitchen. Marisol giggled.
Related to the Frog
Francis was fidgeting in his seat, which was very uncommon for the Frenchman. Arthur, Elizabeth Williams Kirkland and Jonathon Kirkland happened to be in the room with Francis as well.
"Thank you for all coming…" Francis spoke quietly. An odd thing for him to do. Arthur was confused. He had known Francis for a while, and (HE WON'T ADMIT IT) Francis was a friend to him, this was nothing like how Francis would act. Even if he was nervous.
"Is there something you want Francis?"
"Oui…I want your blessing in marrying Marisol."
"Yes!" Elizabeth said.
"Of course." Jonathon told him.
"NO BLOODY WAY!" Arthur yelled. Oh Francis, why would you think Arthur would say yes? He's been disapproving the relationship since day one. Silly little Frenchman!
Elizabeth was ignoring her nephew and told him Arthur was just being a wanker and that he means well.
"Have the wedding when you please!" Jonathon said.
"I'm so excited!" Elizabeth spoke giddily.
"Oui! But it's Marisol's decision if she wants to spend eternity with moi!" Francis told them. Arthur was still in shock. How could his aunt and uncle be so…happy? He was going to be related to the frog. RELATED TO THE FROG!
Tears of Joy
There was a high pitched scream coming from the bathroom. Francis' eyes widened as he heard it. Francis got up and before he could make it to the bathroom he was tackled by his wife.
"Marisol what's wrong?" Francis shouted worried as hell.
"Nothing! I'm so excited!"
"What? Why?"
"Because Francis. We're having a baby!"
"What!" Francis exclaimed.
"A baby Francis! We're going to be parents!" Marisol yelled. Francis picked her up and he twirled her around. He couldn't believe it. He was going to be…a father.
Marisol was bright and energetic and ran to go call her best friend and mother. Tears of joy started to fill up in Francis' eyes.
Dodo
"Maman!" Matthew, the little baby said. It was one of the few words he knew. Marisol smiled and picked up her little bundle of joy. She stroked his hair. Its color resembled her grandmother's but had the silky feeling of Francis' hair. Marisol then picked the baby up and carried him to the nursery. It was time for his nap.
She found Francis sitting in a rocking chair. Once again he wanted to sing his precious baby to sleep. Francis gently took Matthew from Marisol's arms and started to sing.
"Dodo, l'enfant do,
L'enfant dormira bien vite
Dodo, l'enfant do
L'enfant dormira bientôt.
Une poule blanche
Est là dans la grange.
Qui va faire un petit coco
Pour l'enfant qui va fair' dodo.
Dodo, l'enfant do,
L'enfant dormira bien vite
Dodo, l'enfant do
L'enfant dormira bientôt.
Tout le monde est sage
Dans le voisinage
Il est l'heure d'aller dormir
Le sommeil va bientôt venire."
Marisol smiled at the sight of her husband singing their child to sleep. After the lullaby was over Matthew was asleep. Even though he was quiet and well behaved for his age, he could be easily put to sleep, especially by his Papa Francis' voice. Francis carefully got off the rocking chair and both parents put little baby Matthew into his crib and put the blanket over him.
"Sweet dreams" Marisol whispered putting her lips to Matthew's little forehead. Francis kissed the boy's forehead as well.
Cries
Matthew was three years old and was scared. His maman and papa were very mad at each other. There was a lot of yelling. He didn't know why, but Matthew just wanted to go back to the time where he would get dirty with chocolate on his face and when his father would peacefully sing him to sleep as his mother watched. The strange part was, was that the family was so happy and peaceful at their trip to Canada last week. The family didn't seem capable of fighting then.
He heard Maman crying. Did Papa make her cry? Why would Papa make his Maman cry? Matthew then heard his Papa reassuring his Maman. He didn't understand this. Before he could cry out or make some noise, Maman slapped Papa across the face and left the living room walking past Matthew, pretending he wasn't there.
A small tear ran across Matthew's face. The loving family…it was gone.
Earlier that day…
Marisol smiled. Finally Arthur decided to play nice with her husband. She knew the only reason he came over was to see Matthew. Arthur was going to bring his son Alfred along, but he was with his ex-girlfriend. Yes, old fashioned gentleman Arthur 'did it' and wasn't married. Marisol had been teasing him about it for a week, but those things happen when Arthur is drunk…and it's not a pretty sight either.
"Crap. I have to go get groceries. Can you two watch Matthew?" Marisol asked them.
"Oui mon amour. Arthur and I will be good, right Arthur?"
"Yes Marisol. I promise not to choke your husband this time." Arthur said with a sigh.
"Good! Matthew, behave for Papa and Uncle Arthur okay?" she said bending down to the toddler's level. The little boy nodded. His Maman kissed his head and stood up grabbing her coat, purse, and put on her shoes. She then bid the three goodbyes. With that Marisol left.
"Papa! I go play in my room. Is that alright?" Matthew said tugging on his father's pants. Francis chuckled.
"Oui mon enfant. Go play." Francis responded. Matthew giggled and (toddler) ran to his room.
"I see some Alfred in him." Arthur told the Frenchman.
"I see Marisol in Alfred." Francis replied.
"I should be afraid now…" Arthur muttered.
"Why?"
"Marisol was very…rambunctious. Still is…speaking of my cousin, when are you going to tell her?"
Francis sighed, "I'm not sure. I really don't want to break her heart. Mon petit lapin, I can't believe this…I'm worried as well for Mathieu. The poor boy."
"I don't want to hurt them either Francis. We can't keep pretending. We have to tell her. Today." Arthur responded caressing Francis' cheek.
"I'm guessing you're my mistress." Francis told Arthur as he stared into his eyes.
"I am NOT a woman." Arthur replied.
"We'll see about that." The Frenchman told him as he passionately kissed him. Due to Francis' weight Arthur fell onto the couch with Francis still on top of him.
"I love you frog." Arthur spoke as he took a breath of air, but Francis used this as a chance to shove his tongue down his throat.
"Je t'aime Angleterre." Francis whispered and went back to making out (or as Arthur would call it snogging).
In the other room
"Mr. Kumajirou I don't get it. Papa seems different, like he happy that Uncle Arter is here. No matter what, you be my friend right?" Matthew asked the polar bear toy that Maman and Papa both got him when he was born. There obviously wasn't a response since it was a toy. Matthew hugged the toy anyway. The little boy was tired and snuggled into Kumajirou and started dozing off to sleep.
Some time later with the two hot dudes…
Arthur and Francis had been watching some pointless comedy on the television. Francis was bored easily and started teasing Arthur.
"Cut it out frog." Arthur told him. Francis shook his head and started kissing him. Arthur tried to fight him for a moment but gave in. Unfortunately this couldn't get intimate because they were interrupted by a high pitched scream. Francis got off Arthur, and saw Marisol standing there who dropped the groceries on the floor. Tears filled up in her eyes.
"How could you?" she spoke in a whispery tone.
"Marisol…" Arthur started.
"GET OUT!" Marisol screamed. Arthur quickly took his leave before his cousin could get angrier.
Matthew had woken up around this time, hearing his maman yell. He grabbed Kumajirou and quietly walked out to the hallway. This is why his loving family is gone…for now. Matthew didn't understand what was really going on at this age. He might not at age twenty two either.
Sorry for ending the chapter at such a sad note…but that's really the story of Marisol and Francis. After this Marisol has trouble with her current job and goes back to school to pursue a teaching career. She knows it'll be hard to raise Matthew so she lets him live with Francis. Alfred's mother (Arthur's ex) died in a car crash :( and obviously Alfred lives with him. Yes it's weird that Alfred and Matthew are actually cousins/step-brothers. Weird…I realized that recently…man I'm hopeless!
Francis: You made me a big jerk!
Me: Shut up… anyway!
So this chapter was full of drabbles between Arthur, Francis (and my OC), Marisol. I have too many OC's in this story… but whatever works right? No Russian this chapter…T-T
I have some story ideas, and I'm wondering if I should post them. You may see them soon enough.
Alfred: 1 involves female Russia (thanks to Arthur) and Canada. And another involves me kicking Russia's ass right?
Me: GO AWAY! YOU JUST GAVE THEM THE PLOT! ERGHH! And no you don't kick his ass…it's a humor story where America thinks that he has the most culture…so it's America (& some friends) vs. numerous European/Asian countries in their own groups…DAMN YOU AMERICA! YOU JUST MADE ME GIVE AWAY THE STORY! GRRRR! Well you'll be seeing both of them up soon.
Ciao!
Translations and other stuff:
The lullaby Francis sang: http: / w w w . mama lisa . com/ ? t = fs & p = 179 & c = 22 (Remove the spaces!^^)
Mon petit lapin- My little rabbit (French)
Willy- British term for penis. Safe to use around elderly.
Angleterre- England (French) (obviously this is humans only but France always calls him it so I can't just get rid of it!)
Bonjour- Hello (French)
Oui- Yes (French)
Mademoiselle- Miss/Ms. (French)
Monsieur- Mr./Mister (French)
Comment ça va- How are you doing? (French)
Non- no (French)
Maman- Mom/Mommy (French)
Oui mon amour- Yes my love (French)
Oui mon enfant- Yes my child (French)
Je t'aime- I love you (French)
s'il vous plaît- Please (French)