That's right chapter 2 already done for you if you enjoyed the first one, having this series done through roleplaying proved to be effective with getting multiple chapters out at once so thanks again VantiKitty~ your my must. Anyway continuing on this series may deal with smoking and possibly drug issues so please this is a warning now if you are sensitive to this material, it also contains naughtiness and sexual contact that may get worse throughout the series but again cant predict right now so please just enjoy and message with your ideas and reviews with your opinions, every one counts 3.

Francis simply looked at Arthur with his arms crossed and the look of disapproval spread across his face. Arthur was currently on what you would call a "time-out". It's something they used on their youngest son Peter when he wasn't listening. Never would've Francis thought that he'd have to give his husband Arthur this childish punishment.

The English nation was giggling in the corner looking through his phone texting rude and offensive messages to other nations using his contacts and then getting up walking to the kitchen for a bite to eat against Francis' time out wishes, obviously he wasn't going to take it seriously.

"What the maple happened?" a young man with dirty blond wavy hair asked as he walked over to the kitchen. This young Canadian was Matthew, the middle child of the bunch. He was obviously irritated after being woken up abruptly. That and the fact that he hasn't had his morning coffee.

The punk was lying on the dinner table with most of the dining ware on the floor or toppled over around his frame " well hey there my little sprog" Arthur laughed holding a bottle of maple syrup and laughing " saw this had your name on it so figured you would want it and maybe~ oooh I dunno you didn't want me to touch this " after which he opens the lid and pours some straight into his mouth in a messy fashion and pours the rest on the floor " oops~ guess you'll have to lick what is left off my face" clearly being naughty on purpose and hitting on the young lad.

Little did Arthur know that his youngest son Peter was standing behind Matthew. "Uhhhh Matt. What is mum doing?" Peter asked innocently. Matthew cringed at Arthur's actions and looked over at Peter. "Peter. Mom's going through another punk phase. Please stand at least five meters away from him during this time." The Canadian told his little brother. Peter nodded, knowing it probably wasn't a good idea to ask any further questions. Meanwhile Francis was a little confused to why Matthew knew about the last punk phase.

"Why are you all talking about me behind my back you little bastards" Arthur growled and sat up from the dining table " you should all be happy! I let you live in my house...YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME!" England now acting like a teenager marches out and to his room but of course bumping a shoulder roughly into Francis before running up the stairs and slamming the door shut

Alfred rushed downstairs panicked holding all of his game's and game's consoles " what's with all the yelling?! is the house on fire?!"

Francis looked over at the oldest child. "Alfred how long have you been playing those video games?" he asked, noticing the dark circles under the American's eyes. Matthew rolled his eyes and mumbled "Fallout 4 Francis. Fallout 4."

Alfred looked to the broken glass and the usually tidy rooms " wow...am I seeing things cause I've been playing this game too long? looks like the apocalypse in here" the american begins to panic thinking this really is the end of the world running around the house till he tips over the box holding the punk clothes Arthur retrieved " oh...I remember these, I used to put them on as a kid and pretend to be a homeless, gangster guy" He boasts proud of his former self.

Peter raised an eyebrow "Why is Artie dressed like a homeless gangster guy?" Francis sighed and mumbled profanities under his breath. "I'm going to go see Arthur. Everyone away from the box." The Frenchman ordered as he made his way up the stairs. He couldn't understand why Arthur acted up so suddenly.

Suddenly the fire alarm goes off in the bathroom attached to Francis and Arthur's bedroom and inside the sprinkler system goes off as an angry and pouty Arthur sits in the empty bath smoking a cigarette " urhhhg...hate these stupid fancy fire alarm thingies ...maybe ill break them all later when I'm done" sighing and continuing his cigarette ignoring all the water spraying at him.

The bathroom door bust open. Francis stood by the doorway, panicked from hearing the fire alarm go off. "Arthur! Are you oka-" His sentence was cut short when he noticed Arthur smoking. The concern he once had was replaced with irritation. The Frenchman stormed over and snatched the cigarette right out of Arthur's hand. "Where did you get this?!" He asked the Brit, holding up the cigarette.

"...not telling" The stubborn man in the bath barked looking away from Francis as though he was the one in trouble " why does it matter you will never find my stash " boasting as he takes another cigarette from the ankle of his boot " remember when we used to smoke together~ and you would roughly". His sentence was cut short from Alfred joining them to the doorway shouting if everything was okay but pausing in shock seeing Francis holding a cigarette "...I thought you quit smoking?"

"I did!" Francis growled "But someone decided to start" he added, glaring daggers at Arthur to show his disapproval.

Arthur was smoking 4 cigarettes at once and shaking at the rush " what? I've always been like this, not my fault " looking over to Alfred he grins putting out his cigarettes in the soap and walks over to his eldest son " well well well, I remember you...YOU left that fucking toy on the stairs again and almost killed me, wanna know something little buddy" going on his tiptoes he whispers to the American how he was conceived in the most graphic and detailed way possible making the American's knees weak and fall behind on his parent's bed. Quickly he shuddered and stood up knowing what may have been done in that bed.

Francis stared in horror at his unconscious son. He turned around facing his lover "QUES'QUE TU L'A DIT!" (WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM!) He yelled. Francis was boiling with anger, so much that his left eye was twitching. It was extremely difficult to get the frog angry, but Arthur had managed to get him rattled up in a matter of minutes.

" Why don't I show you what I told him" England laughed and lay on the bed with a wink " I've still got it in me if your willing darling~ though you'll need to tire me out if you want a chance of making the first move" trying to lure the French man in with his flirts " Paint me like one of your French girls~ paint me! "

Francis stayed unfazed by Arthur's flirtatious behaviour. He looked at Arthur silently with his arms crossed. The usual Francis would gladly do it with Arthur every chance he would get, but right now Francis was pissed and was in no mood to do such things.

Arthur just sighed and lay back in the bed fed up and relaxed " guess your not in the mood...jeez you've grown up too much...fine ill behave alittle better...but if you make me do paperwork ill throw a fit" pouting and giving a huff he rolls over lying curled up in the bed.

Francis placed his head in his palm and sighed. It seemed like he was doing all the paper work.

Well seems this series is going to contain alot of swearing but that's punk Arthur for you. Hope your excited to find out who inherited the punk gene from Arthur and what will happen to the Face family through this change, I swear Francis will feel 100 years older being the responsible one now, that and his back will creak from all the paperwork. Anyway thanks again for reading and more chapters will follow soon enough, please check out my other work if your looking for other plots or pairings though warning I am a big FRUK fan. Thank you for reading.

The Kirklands.