Hello again with another chapter~ sorry for the delay in stories but I do have many waiting to be uploaded so just hang in there, a truck load are arriving soon, but for now this will do Magic Tantrum will be updating soon and cover pictures done by a series of friends and myself so hope this brings the stories together. Anyway this chapter does touch on the topic of drugs and violence but again the series does contain this and here is a clear warning of these risks and mature content. Please enjoy and please if you have ideas, direction for the story or just want to say hello to me please just comment or critique. Enjoy~ 3
The family had found themselves in quite the predicament. They were all sitting in the living room, but neither said a word. They all sat in uncomfortable silence. with tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Francis, Peter and Alfred sat at one side of the room and Gilbert and Matthew sat on the other. Francis was glaring daggers at Gilbert. It was nice to know that his son found love, but out of all the people he could've fallen in love with it had to be Gilbert! Francis wasn't in the best of moods. With Arthur going punk mode again and Matthew hiding his relationship with Gilbert, he had a good reason to be.
Alfred broke the ice by asking Francis what was for dinner but decided to stop the conversation when no reply was given, the American could already see Francis digging his finger nails into the couch
England began to walk down the staircase annoyed that his shouting from upstairs wasn't heard by the Frenchman and marches into the room only to be overwhelmed with the tension " what the hell is going on in here you fannies? "
For the first time, in what seemed like hours, Francis had stopped glaring at Gilbert to look at his husband. "Matthew has a boyfriend.." the Frenchman mumbled, girting his teeth.
Arthur's eyebrow twitched along with his emerald eye, the real strict Arthur was screaming to let loose on this situation but he was firmly trapped inside that rebellious body " ...you..." glares at Prussia, struggling to put which personality's words out his mouth he finally struggles to say " ...good job"
Matthew didn't know what to say. Arthur looked like he was going to blow up in the Prussian's face in any moment. Heck, he almost looked like his normal self, but wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
The youngest out of all the nations was bored. Peter just couldn't wrap his head around what was the big deal. The "nation" found the thought of Matthew having a boyfriend quite funny (like every other small child). He didn't understand why his papa and mama were so angry about this.
England took his place next to his lover and began to stare at the Frenchman " should I cook the dinner, I have an awesome recipe to try out" Alfred was already gagging at the thought but then paused briefly to consider this...if Arthur cooked his awful food then Gilbert might go away ..." I think that would be perfect dude! " he enthusiastically said winking at his papa.
"Oui, that sounds like a great idea." Francis added, having the same idea as Alfred. Matthew stared at them in total shock. He did know what the hell they were thinking! The last time Arthur cooked the house caught on fire twice, they swore that they could see the food moving by it self, and they were all sick for about a month. Matthew glanced over at his boyfriend. Gilbert knew just as well as anyone the dangers of the Brit's food.
" well good we all agree, ill prepare the pastry" The punk grinned rubbing his hands together deviously, walking to the kitchen he takes out the ingredients and begins to cook accompanied with loud swearing that would make Gordon Ramsey blush as he pounded all of the materials together in a baking tin or as the Brit liked to call it, Food Fusion.
Alfred could only hold his laughter back and smirk at Francis at how clever their plot was.
"Well I'm going to Wy's place tonight. I have a feeling the house is going to burn down" Peter stood up and walked up to his bedroom to go pack up a couple of things. Matthew was on the couch pondering on what he should do. He couldn't let Gilbert eat Arthur's atrocious food for his first meal with the family, he couldn't let Gilbert eat Arthur's food EVER! He had to find a way to get out of there...
Getting out... Going out.. Supper... Date? A DATE! That's just the excuse that Matthew needed to get out of there. Matthew stood up and took Gilbert's hand "Sorry everyone. I just remembered that I made dinner reservations for me and Gilbert! Right Gil?" Matthew shot the albino a pleading look, as if he was saying 'Go along with it'.
Arthur's eye twitched when hearing this from the kitchen a bass rumbling is felt when the British nation marched into the room holding a mallet he used on the meat and clubbed it in his head a few times in a threatening manner
" Are you thinking of going somewhere...soo soon..." a dark aura clouding over the Punk's face " You know I have a dungeon in the basement...I use it for people who don't behave, want to see how I decorated the walls...you'll be pleasantly shocked" Even though Arthur was shorter than Matthew he managed to gain height by hitting a nearby lamp with the mallet and taking the side table as his perch to stand on " I will make your life a living hell if you don't eat my cooking you little bitch"
Matthew cowered at the punk's sudden and terrifying mood swing. Even Francis was taken aback the scene before him. "Y-yes mother" Matthew mumbled gazing at the floor beneath him. Arthur was scary, but never this scary.
" that's what I like to hear" Arthur scowled and returned to the kitchen taking a nearby sword mounted on the wall from Francis' old revolution days as a memento into the kitchen to use as a cooking utensil. " NOW SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP! enjoy my cooking"
Alfred was holding his breath in at the scene and finally faints when his mother leaves the room.
Matthew glanced towards Gilbert "I'm sorry about this eh?" he whispered, with the look of defeat plastered on his face.
England yelled from the kitchen " DINNER TIME! SIT DOWN THE LOT OF YOU! NOW!"
Alfred felt himself stand up almost instantly even after fainting, its almost like his body was terrified of being caught by the Englishman and that it had no choice in its movement anymore, whispering to Francis he pleads for him to maybe calm the rageaholic in the kitchen alittle .
But as much as Francis wanted to calm his husband down, it just wasn't something he could do at the time without a one-hundred percent chance of injury or death. For the first time in human history, the Frenchman found himself wanting to take a chance with Arthur's food rather than attempting to calm the Brit down.
Stepping out proudly was the short nation carrying a silver platter and upon it a glistening ,golden turkey. once setting it down he unsheathed the sword he strapped to his side and slashed the poor bird in two and began slicing " who wants the first slice?" Arthur asked without a concern in the world " oh yeah and thanks for letting me borrow this Frenchie " throwing the unsheathed sword to Francis luckily handle facing the poor blond .
Prussia sat quietly mostly in shock of how Francis has been in a relationship like this the whole time, whispering to Canada " has your family always been like this?" sneaking a hand under the table to hold Matthew's .
"S-sort of. Though some.. things have changed." the Canadian whispered back, his hand brushing over Prussia's hand lightly.
Alfred glared at the couple feeling bile reach his throat he had to do something " hey mum, I heard Matthew and Gilbert laugh about how you look ridiculous in skinny jeans and your food looks like shit"
Arthur only glanced at the couple before finding himself standing on the table on Prussia and Matthew's plates I may add glaring at the two with his eyes shrouded in dark aura. One hand was by his side and the other holding a wish bone " ...get out of my house before I make a bad wish or shove this where the sun don't shine" directly aimed at Prussia of course, Arthur doesn't hurt his own babies and especially Matthew.
"Mother!" Matthew shouted (well more like spoke in normal sounding tone) standing up, facing his mother. This face was red from anger and embarrassment. "I'd expect a little more respect for me and Prussia. I don't understand what is your problem! The least you could do is support our relationship!" Matthew glanced over at his father and older brother "That goes for all of you."
England looked confused and then angry at Matthew " you bloody what? I don't like people gossiping about my food was all, what's the shit your going on about " clearly annoyed but calming down he kicks the table decoration off as he jumps down and puts an arm on either side of his hips in his tight skinny jeans " you need to talk to them about that?" glaring and seeking an apology he notices the German passed out on the dining room chair " and I am not cleaning that up"
Matthew look back and his boyfriend and gasped when he saw Gilbert unconscious. He kneeled down and was lightly tapping Prussia on the face an softly asking him I wake up.
Prussia mumbled in his unconscious state " see he is fine" Alfred said as though it defended him from all blame
Arthur glared at his American son and took a pistol out from his pocket and pointed it at Alfred "Alfred Jones! ...go to your room! your grounded right now lad! "
Alfred paused blinking at all the other family members before taking out his revolver and pointing it right back to his mother " im America...I think I know alittle more about guns than you do"
" Is that a challenge " The Brit smirked cocking the gun
"Non non non non non. Put those guns away." Francis said in a panicked tone "No weapons at the table"
" He started it dude! " The American defended himself instantly and cocked his own gun ...obviously in self defence
England only smirked and narrowed his eyes into glowing green slits and flows his magic through his arm into the gun with green flames " I said go to your room! now!"
Alfred lowered his gun in disbelief and interest " whoa dude what the hell is that?" before he had time to look at the spectacle Arthur shot a high speed, glowing green bullet inches away from Alfred's head enough to only give him a breeze " Room...now!"
Francis could not believe what he just saw. Arthur... Shooting a gun at his own son. No, he wouldn't believe it. Matthew was in disbelief as well. The whole room stayed silent. Until a small whimper snapped everyone out of their shock.
Peter has been standing by the doorway when he watched everything unfold. The young boy looked shocked and utterly terrified. "M-mom?" Was the only thing he had managed to mumble out. "Peter.. We thought you had gone to your friend's house" Francis spoke softly to make sure he wouldn't frighten the already terrified child.
Peter did not move, shock was the first thing that took over his body. Then it was fear. Peter did the first thing that came into mind, run. With one quick turn of a heel, Peter grabbed his backpack and sprinted towards the house entrance. Francis quickly sprung to his feet and went after Peter.
Alfred clutched his chest panting trying to keep himself and his heart functioning from that little scene, panting he sat down slowly meanwhile slowing his breaths
Looking at the doorway where his youngest son stood Arthur lowered his arm and put the gun on the table, he felt guilty but knew if he ran to help his little Peter that is would be misinterpreted as chasing scaring the poor boy even more. The Brit retreated to the kitchen to sulk thinking about his actions like a child on time out .
Peter quickly made his way outside. He quickly hopped onto his bicycle and started pedalling away from the house. He wished be had just left the house earlier, he wished that he never saw what he had just witnessed. Francis stormed outside, looking around frantically for his son, until he saw him pedalling away on his bike. "Peter!" The Frenchman called, but got no reaction from Peter. Francis attempted to go after his son, but his attempt was effortless when Peter quickly came out of view. Francis felt his heart break a little when he didn't see Peter anymore. Francis sighed to himself and sombrely walked back over to his home.
When the door closed Arthur ran to respond to who closed it hoping to see his lover and son but found the result was much more disappointing " I'm sorry Francis...I didn't...I mean... I couldn't... No excuses"
"It's fine Arthur.." The Frenchman responded. In all reality it wasn't fine. This whole thing blew out of proportion and now Peter's gone. Francis was furious. It was a miracle that he had somehow managed to keep his cool in front of the punk.
Arthur bit his lip and cried into Francis " I didn't mean it! Please I'm sorry, I'll go out and look for him with you right now " He pleaded, being rebellious or not his son was missing.
Alfred nodded and stood up offering to join the search too
Francis gave a light hearted smile. Matthew offered to help find Peter as well, but Francis told Matthew to stay behind just invade Peter came back.
" We should check Wy's place he might go there to get comfort and it's the only other place he really knows well" Arthur suggested then throwing on his leather jacket but then suddenly a syringe falls pocket and a bag of some herb while he was throwing it on "... "
Alfred's eyes widened knowing exactly what fell out
"Hm? C'est quoi ca? (What is that?)" Francis asked nearly picking up the bag before identifying what it is. He glared at Arthur before turning around to head back outside "We can deal with this problem later" he said coldly.
The Englishman looks down at the ground sensing the tone that was given and had this tiny feeling in his heart that he was slowly losing Francis' heart today along with love from his family "... Okay " rubbing his arm nervously he walks out next to Francis and offers him his hand to hold " should we search together?"
Francis hesitated for a moment before taking Arthur's hand. "Are we ready to go?" he gave Arthur a half-hearted smile.
Arthur looked down at their hands and only nodded noticing his lover's hesitation he looked calm and quiet on the outside but inside he was broken down and in tears, he had alot to be forgiven for " I'm... I'm ready..." Arthur frowned giving Francis a light kiss on the cheek and then looking the opposite direction feeling his heartstrings being pulled
Francis chuckled lightly before turning towards Alfred "Me and your mother are going Wy's house first. You can start look looking around town. I'll send you a text if he's at her house or not."
Alfred gave.a thumbs up and ran off towards the city like a huge hero
" ...Francis...I'm sorry you had to see that" Arthur commented finally alone with his love " I didn't know it was in my jacket..."
Francis frowned deeply "Arthur it's fine. Just please don't do do anymore drugs.. Let's go find Peter, okay?"
Arthur nodded knowing that was far more important at the moment, his son meant everything to him and so did his family " We will find Peter or I'll die trying "
Well that was a long chapter XD tried to fit alot into one section, hope you enjoyed the story and more chapters will be coming soon. The truth on what child is an inherited punk will reveal itself hopefully in the next chapter. Again I must remind as I do in every story that I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters involved and this is a completely fan based story. This story was only possible from the amazing help from my good friend Vanti so please she is due credit as she played Francis, peter and Matthew, she is amazing and helps me write and come up with these ideas in vast amounts allowing you to all have longer chapters ^w^ so thank you again friend 3.