Wow a third chapter soo soon, well this time I've been working with vantikitty to try and make a longer chapter for you all so hope this is nearly getting to the length each chapter should be cause this Isn't a little teaser series anymore, needs to be longer. Anyway thank you for all of the comments and following of this story and my others, it helps me write more faster and every suggestion of couples, ideas ect have been taken on board so everyone does matter to me, I see every message or follow that happens and it pulls on my heart strings and vanti's on this series. Thank you~! and please Enjoy 3
That afternoon the sun was shining directly through the windows in its usual position to wake the usually exhausted Britain from his sleep planting the ray of sunlight directly on the porcelain face...however this wasn't greeted with the usual grumble and attempts to get up as Arthur grabs the nearby table lamp and launches it at the culprit window with a slur of every swear he found on his quick access vocabulary. This day wasn't going to be a good one considering how badly the morning went for him.
The rest of Francis' morning consisted on cleaning up a giant mess and trying to figure out what caused Arthur's punk phase to return. Not only was the phase somewhat annoying, it was dangerous, especially now Arthur and Francis had kids. He knew Matthew and Alfred are capable of handling themselves and others, but Peter wasn't. Having a child (or what Peter would call a 'pre-teen') being exposed to such acts of violence and rudeness wasn't good for him.
Alfred contained his strength to just watch Francis clean up after the spectacle this morning from the safety of the kitchen and his lunch " You know I never knew Arthur could be that destructive, now I see why Jeremy Kyle took over that whole country with the whole rebellious and childish thing" laughing at his own joke he happens to hear the loud swears of the Punk above his head on the second level, this manages to keep the American silent and scared of mouthing off to his right now terrifying mother. " So how are we going to fix this papa? "
Francis sighed as he looked over at his oldest son "You pray to God and hope for the best" Peter clapped his two hands together and bowed his head. "Our dear lord please save Arthur from demonic possession. AMEN!" the young nation chimed. Francis wanted to tell Peter that the prayer was silly, but Peter had a valid point so he kept his mouth shut.
Alfred hummed listening to his music on his phone and then gasps sitting up realising something " Yo dad! what if like...one of us was like fuzzy brows up there...I mean I inherited his hair while Mattie got your hair and some of your culture? maybe...one of us will turn into him" glaring at peter who is the obvious suspect only down to how identical he looks to Arthur compared to the rest of the children.
"Oi! Why would I inherit that stupid punk phase thingy!" Peter snapped defensively back at Alfred. Francis groaned knowing this will probably end in a fuss if he did interfere. "Mes graçons (My boys) Now is not the time to be starting such conspiracies." Peter rolled his eyes "Besides, if anyone here would inherit Mum's punky-ness it would probably be Mattie. He's the guy you'd least expect to have it" Peter said pointing an accusing finger at Matthew. "Don't bring me into this eh?" Matthew mumbled from his coffee cup.
" I mean I admit I'm amazing on a guitar " The american boasts making multiple hand gestures as though it helps his cause on persuading everyone of his greatness " So maybe ill become a rock star or something but that wouldn't make me a punk right?" now fearing and doubting himself he runs to the mirror to check for certain he didn't suddenly change with manscara or heavily layers make up or piercings. With a sigh of relief he slides his back down the wall cupping his face " don't think I would look good as a punk"
"Either way I doubt that any of you will inherit such- .." Francis stopped as he tried to put the right word to it..
Arthur stepped out the bedroom and slides down the stairs in a childish and dangerous fashion down the hand rail and yawns scratching his messy unkempt hair " what are you losers talking about? " now wearing a tank top a side of Arthur is seen that his kids never would have expected, the stubborn and strict business mother had tattoos covering his body and not only that but some that were rather violent, tribal and rude. Alfred only stares speechless. Arthur noticed his eldest son curious with his gaze never leaving the smaller nation's body " ooh if you like that wait till you see my 10 piercings" sticking tongue out in a cheeky manner, Alfred could only look shocked towards Francis waiting for this fact to be validated.
Peter's mouth gaped at Arthur's new look. He would've never imagined such clothing and scars on his 'mother's body. "I'm never going to be able to unsee this.." the young nation mumbled. "Why has it gotten strangely silent in here?" Matthew asked not looking away from the hockey article in the news paper.
Alfred rushed over to his Canadian brother and placed a hand on either side of Matthew face rotating the blond to face his mother " because of that" Arthur looked annoyed at the use of " that" to refer to him
The Canadians eyes widened. He spit out the coffee he had in his mouth. "WHaa-?" was the only thing that managed to come out of Matthew's mouth. "If you think that's bad just wait t'ill you see his ten piercings! That's not something I wanna see!" Peter added.
" Well your father liked them" the Britain giggled looking to Francis " remember when we got matching ones when we had our first date after we broke up months before, I guess it worked in getting me back and its located~". Alfred cut into the conversation just in time not to hear where " THAT'S ENOUGH!" flustered and panting from breathlessness " don't...ever...tell us about that, I already have to see you two almost everyday."
"A-and besides.. I'd rather not talk about those types of things" Francis said as he flustered at those rather embarrassing memories. Peter stood there wondering where the heck that stupid piercing was, and Matthew stood there trying not to think about where the piercing was. Francis cleared his throat before addressing Arthur in a more serious manner "Arthur.. You're going to have to change those clothes... Like now"
"...no I'm not changing them" Bluntly the punk said with his arms crossed " you are all over reacting its not like I'm naked or exposing myself, its only a pair of jeans and a ripped shirt, maybe you should ll change so I don't stand out!" making a pout he punches the wall and hears the bone go crunch at his weak punk, he flinched and remained there frozen for a few minutes in shock.
Francis stared in shock at the scene infront of him. Arthur was acting like a teen with no control of his actions or emotions. This concerned Francis greatly, but didn't concern him as much as the loud crack from a bone. "Mon chérie (My darling)? Are you okay?" Francis managed to fumble.
Arthur bit his lip into a scowl and grumbles pulling his arm back and close to his torso in a slight hug " of course I'm fine jeez! That didn't hurt! are you saying I'm weak! ". Alfred appeared to be holding in his laughter with only a "pfffffff" noise faintly heard as background noise. " SHUT UP! " The injured man snapped and held his hand close to hide it from the others.
Peter held back a snicker and Matthew simply sighed. It may have seemed funny but Francis knew how much Arthur probably hurt himself. Punk or not, Arthur always hid pain behind aggression. Francis knew almost too well. "Come on, let's go fix up your hand. That probably hurt didn't it?" The Frenchman asked as he walked over to the injured punk.
The once aggressive man slowly nods and looks down before facing up to Francis with a tiny pout before embracing him into a one armed hug as the other was curled up between the two bodies. " sorry...I was acting alittle rash there" shocking but the rebellious punk could never keep his cool and Act up for long around Francis, always falling into his embrace and bursting into tears when the Frenchman would call him on his bluff, Francis used to say its because he still gives the serious Brit butterflies in his stomach.
Francis smiled at the small gesture the Brit showed him. The Frenchman hugged him back, making sure that he doesn't hurt Arthur's hand though. After a couple minutes (that felt more like seconds) of silent, quaint embrace, Francis pulled away. He smiled charmingly and ruffled Arthur's hair. "Allons-y. Nous ne voudrions pas votre main devient de plus endommagé non?" (Let's go. We wouldn't want your hand to get even more damaged right?)
America was freaked out by the sudden change in his mother yelling at him only seconds ago and causing such a scene. Arthur complied with the French man nodding with slight tears in his eyes " can we do this upstairs, I don't want them seeing me like this..." going on his tip toes Arthur whispered to Francis " Cause you know I'm not the bad boy I seem" pulling back he looks away with a blush shining across his face " so...stop standing there...TAKE ME UPSTAIRS IDIOT!".
Francis chuckled "Oui oui. On-y va (We're going)". The Frenchman picked up Arthur bridal style and smiled "Any thing else my damsel in distress~" Francis teases as he made his was to the stairs.
" Jeez your my parents I don't need to see this " the embarrassed American slaps both hands over his eyes trying to block out his imagination and possible answers to the perverted question " I'm still scarred by what you whispered to me earlier, don't think I can look at Peter in the same way anymore" Arthur chuckled since his plot succeeded and nuzzled into the Frenchman's chest letting the soothing and reassuring heartbeat relax him knowing his lover and husband was okay. "Well maybe if my hand is broken you could nurse me to health~ "
Peter made a pout at Alfred's comment "What do you mean you won't ever be able to look at me the same! I look exactly the same as I did earlier!". "Some things are just better off left unsaid Peter" Matthew commented while cleaning up the mess he made with his coffee.
" Yeah I'm never telling you what I heard atleast till your ...oh I dunno ancient and I'm on my death bed" Alfred shivers and slides his hands down his face sagging his face and sighing " anyway...just gotta ignore it, Peter will you set the table for dinner?" Francis had told Alfred to do this previously as it was usually his job but poor little Peter was born after this routine was set up so the American took him as prey to do all of his tasks without any question " oh yeah and can you wash the dishes, Dad said so".
Peter let out a groan of irradiation, but did as he was told to do. Peter scooped up some utensils from the kitchen drawer and started his task. Matthew snuck up behind Alfred and whispered "He's gonna find out sooner or later that you're giving him your chores"
Alfred laughed with a smile " no he isn't if he didn't find out already then he isn't going to " walking off to continue his usual routine of finding a comfy place to watch TV he notices Matthew's phone buzzing and bends over scanning it to only find the " Almighty" Prussia calling his cell. " Why...would he be calling? wha?" Standing confused he figured "hey it was cute having Almighty added in before Prussia" but when he noticed the love heart at the end of the contact name he clutched his chest in panic, being the same age as Matthew he clearly looked at this from a young person's perspective, this meant more than a love heart. " M.M...M.M...Matthew?"
"Yeah Al?!" Matthew called back from the bathroom. He had gotten coffee on his favourite sweater and was trying his best to remove the coffee stain, but to no avail. "Stupid.. Coffee.." he mumbled in irritation.
Pretending not to know who was phoning him he calls up to his brother " someone seems to keep calling you? The noise is annoying me can I go over and ignore it or answer it already? " Alfred knew Matthew didn't lie often but when he did it was something serious or big, maybe Matthew will admit or hide who is calling he had to find out.
The Canadian sprinted out of the bathroom and quickly took a hold of his phone. He smiled when he saw the caller ID of a certain someone. Matthew cleared his throat before answering in a chirpy tone "Hello~?"
America was already in protective older brother mode with his foot tapping and arms crossed with a slow shake of his head left to right " Matthew we need to talk right now" he interrupts to try and get the happy Canadian off the phone that was until the doorbell rang and his left eye twitches already half expecting the man behind the front door to be. Dad will not be happy when he sees his old perverted best friend behind the door dating his son.
"I'll get it~!" The young Canadian chimed. He brushed past America and quickly made his way towards the door, ignoring his older brothers request to talk to him.
Prussia cheered at Matthew when the door opened and instantly hugged him as though he hadn't seen him in year when the cute Canadian came into view. " oh hi Alfred..." was added at the end of his sweet nothings he said to Matthew, almost as though Alfred posed a threat to him...and at this point he did " first time inviting me to dinner while being your...you know...wonder how Francis will take this".
Matthew flinched when Prussia mentioned his father. "Y-yeah aboot that..." Matthew gulped "I.. still haven't told anyone aboot us yet..". Matthew eyed the floor. He was going to tell everyone about his and Prussia's relationship, but he got side tracked and pushed it aside. Matthew also felt a sort of bad about keeping his a secret from Alfred, but he knew Alfred would rat him out, never purposely though. Alfred just had a hard time keeping his mouth shut.
Alfred just shook his head disappointed " Dad is going to be sooo mad" Prussia laughed nervously till his face went ghost white and his awesome heart almost killed his awesome self when he saw the very familiar Francis, it was weird since he had every reason to be happy seeing Francis before now but it was almost terrifying to him now.
"Prussia! Mon ami! (My friend!)" The French nation exclaimed with a large grim on his face "It's been a long time non? Qu'est ce que vous faites ici? (What are you doing here?)". "W-well you see.. Prussia is.. u-um, he's.. gosh. Uhh.." Matthew fumbled his words, regretting immediately the decision on confronting his father about this last minute. But there was no need for Matthew to say anything else, because down the hallway you could hear Peter yell at the top of his lungs "MATTIE'S DATING PRUSSIA!". The whole household seemed to have froze for a good five seconds. Francis' smile he once had turned into a deep frown. It was going to be a long night.
Well we made sure that ended at the right moment~ shit goes down in the next chapter which I am hoping wont be too much longer to write. I will also however be creating a Christmas themed series for Hetalia so some series may be alittle slow during the seasonal period but ill make sure those wont be forgotten. Thank you for reading this far and please remember I do not own hetalia or any of their characters so this is just a story written by a fan =w= . Please comment and review if you can but no worries aslong as our story gives you a laugh or smile I'm happy.
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