Yes all my readers~! finally another chapter XD I'm so glad this series has become quite popular so Ill try to make chapters to fit the demand but thank you all my readers, you inspire me to write faster and with more creative plots. I have some fan fiction chapters and stories stashed away that will be submitted very soon including a late Christmas fan fiction ( sorry for that) and also a late Valentines fan fiction ( XD again sorry for that). Again this chapter was made from the help of my Best friend Vanti~ thank you
For those who dont know " Canuck" means canadian as vanti tells me, just gonna trust me on that one XD.
ALSO!
Ollie = Ireland ( in my fan fictions atleast)
Alistair = Scotland
Kenneth = Wales ( in my fan fictions atleast)
Anyway enjoy and thank you~
Finally Arthur the rebellious made it home with his small son Peter asleep on his shoulders which was thankful considering once he opened the house front door his sights met a shocked and for once angry husband yelling. Before he can react he quickly presses his hands over sealand's ears saving him from a fully blown argument.
"POURQUOI PENSAIS TU QUE C'ÉTAIT UNE BONNE IDÉE?!" Francis yelled at the top of his lungs. His face was beat red furious and his hands balled into fists. It was extremely rare for Francis to be this angry, the Englishman had only seen him like this a couple of times in his whole life. An annoyed reply came from the usually quiet Canadian.
"Pourquoi fait tu un huge deal about this" switching between French and English, Canada spoke with an attitude that couldn't be imagined unless you heard it yourself.
Arthur's eyes widened from the noise, Matthew being linked to this and he just plainly didn't understand French when it was yelled with their native accents. " Let's get you to bed Peter" the Brit said knowing full fell the little boy was still asleep God knows how, he walked to the livingroom and placed his son under a blanket and placed earphones in the tiny ears.
" now what's going on here?! " Arthur yelled now furious at the noise and chaos.
Arthur's yells where swallowed up by the arguing coming from the two francophones. The source of yelling was coming from the Brit's bedroom, much to Arthur's annoyance
" is Matthew in my room!?" marching up the stairs two steps at a time ready for a yell that could easily take over Francis... But he was left breathless and shocked upon seeing the Prussian swinging from the ceiling tied up like a hog and to his relief atleast still wearing his trousers, a storm was brewing as Arthur yelled " MATTHEW YOUVE BEEN PLAYING AROUND IN OUR ROOM AND USING OUR SE...sex toys..." He trailed off and whispered at the end not sure if Peter could hear fully or not.
Matthew crossed his arms, he didn't dare look in Arthur's direction. Usually, even if in the slightest bit of trouble, the Canadian would look down in shame almost like a small child being scolded. Now his expression screamed 'I'm a teen you cannot tell me what to do'.
"I didn't think you'd be back so soon" he mumbled, still gazing in the other direction.
Biting his lip seeing with rage Matthew's mother looked ready to flip out the out swear book and curse to his heart's content till he hears the whimpering of the tied up Prussian biting on a line of rope "... I'll yell at you after I bring him down".
Walking over to the bondage contraption he releases the German easily like the Englishman had used this before...well he clearly had " there now get going".
" Nein I actually meant tighter" Prussia laughed nervously and then cowered away after he received a glare strong enough to turn him to stone.
When taking the rope down his head glances to the en suite and almost in a cartoon manner a vein bulged in his forehead seeing the state of the bathroom " OMG ITS EVERYWHERE!?"
"Surprise..." the Canadian mumbled under his breath receiving glares from his father.
"Matthieu.. You're grounded." Matthew couldn't believe the words he just heard coming from his father. His expression twisted into a scowl.
"I'm grown up! You can't ground me!" he lashed back, feeling the humiliation for being scolded infront of his lover starting to slowly creep in.
"Well you surely aren't acting like one! Look at the mess you made!"
" ITS EVERYWHERE!? " Arthur repeated still just as annoyed and walks out covered in gel " did you use all the bottles of lubricant! Omg!" walking back to Francis side leaning on the balcony bannister and slips from the lubricant falling over and containing the falls as he tries to get back up " YOU ARE SOO IN TROUBLE! YOUR LUCKY IM NOT KILLING YOU!?" over exaggerated of course.
Prussia looked between the family members and tried to cover his naked torso as best he could with an expression of shame " ... Can I go home now?"
"o-oui..." Matthew murmured wearing the same expression of shame "Aurevoir Gilbert..."
"Oui. Aurevoir Gilbert" the Frenchman added glaring at his friend.
Quickly retreating Gilbert left faster than he ever had leaving his shoes and shirt behind in the lair of the pissed off parents.
Still trying to get up with dignity but being moved around like he was on ice Arthur continued to yell as he struggled to position himself in a stern pose. As he was moving around and leaning on the bannister he managed to slide over the protective gate and fall back down on the wooden surface below, clearly winded he pointed up to the balcony and gasped " g...get in... Your room..."
Matthew opened his month getting ready to protest and defend himself, yet found himself at a loss of words. He grunted and stormed out of the room, making sure to slam the door behind him.
Groaning and yet to move Arthur raised his voice alittle " Francis...I need you to calm down and get down here slowly..I've hurt myself...and Im covered in 5 tubs of lubricant" glaring and annoyed at his situation " I need you to ...first clean me up then phone an ambulance...cause I've injured my back". Showing clear priority to the cleaning up part first.
"QUOI?!" Francis's expression quickly changed from angry to panicked after hearing that his lover had hurt himself. Forgetting all about the lubricant that covered the bathroom floor, the Frenchman ran over to help the pissed off Brit. Unsurprisingly, Francis was met with a cold, slippery floor beneath his feet. The Frenchman slipped and face planted onto the marble floor.
"... Great now we are both hurt...happy" Arthur mumbled like he purposely tried to prevent this " are you okay Francis? I can't seem to move or sit up cause I would help you if I could".
"Oui oui. I'm fine.." The Frenchman trailed off. His poor attempts to get up were complete failures. He eventually gave up and lay on the cold, lubricant covered floor.
"... This is not how I imagined I would die...it's...pretty out there though...it would catch an eye or two in the graveyard, Alfred and Peter will find us in the morning too... " Arthur tutted disappointed in himself " Francis do you have a phone to call an ambulance?".
Francis glazed over at Arthur with a slight frown "Aren't you a wanted man?" He pointed out, referring to incident from earlier that day.
" come on they barely saw my face not to mention they are all outside looking for the culprit believing fully he is outside, I came home fast enough not to be a possible suspect...just phone the ambulance before I start to feel my legs going numb" the Englishman explained alittle skeptical of how the paramedics will fine them along with their young son sleeping nearby.
"D'accord..." Francis grumbled pulling out his phone from his back pocket and calling an ambulance.
Several hours later after they explained in detail that this accident wasn't the aging couple getting too extreme and exotic for their age and just an unfortunate turn of events Francis was given his nose correctly placed with a splint and bandage while Arthur on the other hand was taken on a stretcher into the ambulance, Alfred and Peter would wake up to a unique morning the next day.
Arthur lay in the ambulance stretcher sighing, face clamped within stiff medical pillows to prevent his spine from moving along with his body strapped down "... Don't even laugh at me" he spat not being able to look at the Frenchman anyway.
"I won't" Francis reassured with his arms crossed, standing just outside the ambulance
A paramedic approached Francis with a friendly and caring expression " we will take care of him from here, we do allow partner's to travel in the back of the ambulance with them but figuring you have adopted kids you might want to stay behind and watch them, we will understand if you do" he stated just assuming the children were adopted being a gay couple.
Francis bit his lip. He wanted to go into the ambulance and stay with Arthur, but he couldn't trust Matthew to be alone with Peter (that's a first).
"Arthur. I have to stay here and keep an eye on the kids... I'll get a babysitter as soon as possible okay?" He asked, waiting for the 'okay' from his partner.
Arthur would have nodded if he could " Okay, I'm fine with that, see you as soon as possible"
After visiting Arthur at the hospital, Francis finally got some time to sleep, First Arthur going through his punk phase, then Prussia coming over unexpectedly and being told that the Prussian was dating his son, after that was the worst dinner ever (the food was okay though), Peter ran away, they got into a fight with a gang and finally Matthew and his boyfriend messed up their whole bedroom. Francis just wanted to go the bed. Though he had no idea what Matthew and Prussia could've done in there, so he settled for sleeping on the couch. Though uncomfortable, the Frenchman had no trouble falling asleep.
The next morning was quiet, at least when the Frenchman woke up. He sat up from the couch and rubbed his eyes. He only got a couple hours of sleep, but that's all he needed to feel refreshed. He stretched out his arms and got up from the couch. It was then when he noticed a black /blue powdered substance on the edge on his hands. He walked over to the kitchen with a questioning look on his face until he saw Matthew and Peter, minding their own business and going through their morning routine. Matthew was cooking pancakes, Peter was sitting at the table, everything seemed normal. Until Francis glanced at Peter and saw the young boy trying to suppress a smile and stifle a giggle. Francis raised an eyebrow but decided to ignore it. He sat down at the table and started reading a news article.
"Comment vas-tu Matthieu?" The Frenchman asked, hoping that he wouldn't get some sort of back lash from the question.
"I'm doing just fine." The Canadian responded in his usual tone. Francis took a breath of relief and continued reading the article. Maybe things were back to normal after all.
Alfred soon woke up hibernation cave and yawned, walking down the stairs and whistling while doing so the American had no idea what had happened lastnight for the later part of the night...this meant he would be oblivious and shocked at what he saw next. " WOW POPS!? What happened to your face!?" The loudmouth yelled without a second though, afterall he was the usual suspect for these kinds of pranks.
"Ma face?" Francis pointed to himself, oblivious of what was going on. Peter spit out the orange juice he was drinking and started laughing like a mad man. Matthew was at the stove trying his very best to keep his cool composure. "What's wrong which my face?!" The Frenchman shouted, earning more laughter from Peter and causing Matthew to loose his cool and start laughing. Francis quickly got up from his seat and stormed over to the bathroom. His eyes widened when he saw the excessive amount of dark eye shadow and glitter around his eyes. Not to mention the bright pink blush and the hot red lipstick that had also been a part of his makeover.
Alfred only scratched the back of his head with a seriously confused look since he wasn't in on the joke " well...French fashion and makeup has really taken off...Maybe my people will have to follow it, I mean long hair and all we are half way there" trying to find this reasonable and cool but just can't seem to manage that.
France grid his teeth together and walked back into the kitchen. Matthew and Peter were trying to keep themselves from laughing more when looking a their unimpressed father.
"Which one of you did this?" Francis asked the boys. The two giggling nations pointed at their bother, attempting to pin the blame on the poor American.
" wha? If I did this I would have done alittle better atleast!? Put him in a dress or something!?" Alfred yells alittle shocked himself that he didn't do this " not to mention I went back home and slept after I heard mom found Peter over there. I only woke up now and you know I don't wake up early, I couldn't have committed the crime!" again trying to deny it but worried about who had done it knowing Matthew was the only one that could have possibly done it.
"Don't worry Alfred" Francis reassured his son "Je ne suis pas stupides" glaring at his two other sons. "Peter... If you don't tell me who did this I'm going to cancel your fishing trip with uncle Alistair" The young boy's smile was wiped off his face hearing the threat made by his papa.
"B-but that's unfair!" Peter protested.
"Well if you don't tell me I will cancel it."
Peter made a small pout and crossed his arms "It was Matthew." The Canadian rolled his eyes and made a small irritated grunt.
Unable to hold his laughter the American flailed his arms around hysterically unable to process that his brother can misbehave " your joking right!? Dude mattie would never do that he loves pops the most! He sucks up to him like no one's business man!" his grin became a smile and then to a straight line of disbelief "... Really?".
"Y-yeah I guess" The mirconation rubbed the back of his head nervously and looked back at Matthew.
"Oh come on guys! It's funny." Matthew commented, flipping a pancake.
Francis gave Matthew a disapproving look. "You're grounded" The Frenchman told his son, only earning another eye roll from the Canadian. "I already am dumbass" Peter gasped at the profanity that came out of his brother's mouth. Francis just stared at him in total disbelief.
" where is mom when I remind myself actually" Alfred asked half expecting some shocking news like Matthew killed him or poisoned him... Which wasn't far from the truth.
Everyone stared at Matthew for a minute. Matthew awkwardly put his pancakes into his plate and walked away with a plate of pancakes and a bottle of maple syrup. Silence fell in the manor. The silence was broken by Francis's sobbing. The Frenchman slumped down on a chair covered his face with his hands. Peter stood by his papa and gave him an apologetic look.
"I'm really sorry papa" Peter apologized and wrapped his small arms around his father "I promise I won't laugh at a prank like that again"
" wow...wait seriously what happened!? I'm worried now!?" Alfred panicked thinking that Arthur was actually dead or something from the eery atmosphere.
Peter took a moment to realize that he hadn't seen Arthur all morning "wait... Where's mom?" He asked suddenly concerned for his mother. Francis tried explaining but it only came out as blubbering sobs.
Opening the door soon after the Frenchman sobbed his explanation Arthur walked through using a pair of crutches and wearing a pair of skinny jeans and union jack short topped with a leather jacket " guess I need to put the Canadian back in his place" the English accent hissed and limped into the kitchen to find the rest of his family " morning "
" ARTHUR!? okay now you need to say what happened!?" shooting his blue eyes at the man weeping hilariously in a strong French accent.
Peter let go on the Frenchman and ran over to Arthur. "I want to know what the heck is going on! Papa is crying like he has lost control over his life" Francis's sobbing turned louder which concerned the micronation even more.
" That's cause he essentially has, Matthew has become rebellious and angry...like me" glaring at the last part, Arthur didn't like admitting it but it was plain for all to see.
Using his crutches to move to the kitchen with the scared and paranoid American following behind in case he falls the Brit approaches Francis and sighs sitting down with a hard thud. " dont worry Francis I have a plan to help, my brother's used it on me when I became rebellious and I'm sure it will fix Matthew's behaviour so please just stop crying before you give me a headache" said with a slight harsh tone, afterall he wasn't past his own rebellious phase at the moment.
Francis uncovered his face, revealing long trails of running make-up down his cheeks. It would've been pure comedy for Alfred and Peter if Francis wasn't currently loosing his marbles. Francis sniffled and nodded as he attempted to wipe away the leaking makeup. "I look ridiculous don't I?" Francis chuckled thought it sounded pained.
" of course not" rubbing a small thumb at the wet and glitter covered cheek " you look like a worried and concerned parent, so just calm down and I'll sort this out, afterall this is my experience coming into play here" trying to reassure the frantic partner and remain his calm composed self.
Francis nodded and stuttered a "Merci" to his partner. He got up and walked into the bathroom to try to take off the multiple layers of makeup that were put on.
Smirking to Peter knowing the little lad was soon going fishing with his uncle Alistair Arthur commented " how would you like me to phone uncle Alistair over today for lunch" knowing full well the micronation was in love with his uncles " maybe I can call all the uncles over for dinner, would you like that?" giving Peter the offer knowing his answer already.
Peter's eyes lit up like the sky on the forth of July. He fist pumped the air and grinned widely "YEAH! I'll get the phone right away!" The young micronation said running off to find the nearest phone.
" awww they are adorable when they are this age and eager, I hope Peter never becomes rebellious" chuckling as the wounded blond waiting for the phone to be retrieved " Francis I would suggest using hot water...it's what I used to use for my punk makeup" clearly embarrassed at the last comment.
"I am! It's not coming off!" The Frenchman whined from the bathroom. Peter came running back into the kitchen and handed the telephone of Arthur.
"Here you go! I can't wait to see uncle Alistair! And uncle Ollie! And-"
" Okay little buddy~ but please be quiet, Matthew isn't allowed to know until dinner okay" placing a finger to his lips and his green eyes full of revenge " now go and help your papa while I make the phonecall"
Peter nodded frantically and quickly ran into the bathroom to help his papa take off the disgusting amount of makeup on his face. Suggestions along the lines of "try using soap!" and "make the water hotter" were surely disasters waiting to happen.
Laughing hearing the comments from the youngest child in the bathroom Arthur dials the number for his Scottish brother knowing full well the other brothers would be there anyway " Hello, Alistair... Yeah yeah I know the time...just wake up okay...Yeah, can you come over here for dinner please...what do you mean am I cooking?... Fine Francis will cook...Yes...well bring Ollie and Kenneth then?... Yes Francis is cooking...Matthew is having behaviour problems, yes the rebellious phase...just GET OVER HERE! " hanging up and sighs feeling out of breath from that conversation.
"Arthurrrr... Do you have any makeup remover?" The Frenchman asked from the bathroom. "You don't need any! I've almost got it all off!" Peter insisted.
" Francis you realise we don't have a single girl in our family right?" Arthur sighed pressing a hand to his temple in frustration " just... If you need some I'll send Alfred to buy it"
Alfred grunted from the living room.
"Yes please... " Francis mumbled feeling a little embarrassed for having to ask someone to go to the store and buy makeup remover.
" fine...but dinner better be good for this pops" Alfred mumbled throwing his jacket on and shooting glares in Francis' direction " ill be back in a minute"
" thanks Alfred, I'm sure it will be worth it" Arthur nodded knowing he wasn't cooking anyway
Peter made a small pout and folded his arms "I almost got it off" he mumbled. Francis smiled sheepishly and patted Peter gently on the head.
"you did your best" Francis reassured the young nation in training.
" dont be sad Peter remember your only a few hours away from laughing with your uncles at the dining table so you'll have something to look forward too" Arthur reminded Sealand and slowly got up with the aid of his crutches " also the doctor told me my back is just pulled and that I'm to use heat pads and cushions so my brother's will be dealing with Matthew directly...he has done enough damage" hissed at the end.
"Why did you say old man?" The Canadian asked with a mouth full of pancake. He was sitting on the living room couch holding his half empty plate of pancakes, at least he still had the decency to avoid making a mess.
"I thought I heard my name" he added taking another bite out of the pancake.
" Yes I said your name" Arthur groaned rolling his eyes " we are going to have a nice family dinner tonight at the dining table and I'm hoping you'll be on your best behaviour" now said in a sarcastic and happy tone with his eyes narrowing to poisonous coloured slits.
Matthew glared back at Arthur for a moment before shrugging and taking another bite of pancake. "Sorry, busy with a meeting. Can't go" Matthew said with a twinge of attitude coating it.
Arthur only glared " you are joining us for dinner or I'll take away our Internet...and your phone " threatening with full intent of following through " cause your uncles are joining us for dinner and you WILL behave for me"
"If you take away the Internet then everyone will be upset" The Canadian taped his finger against the coffee table and continued "plus taking away my phone just gives me another reason to go out because I'll be bored"
"... I won't by maple syrup for you anymore and I'll tell the local shops not to sell you and trust me they won't, I'm pretty threatening" Arthur added with a smirk knowing he will get a better reaction this time.
"WHAT?!" The Canadian stood up and accidentally dropped his plate of pancakes, which rattled him up even more "Aw come on! You're kidding! Look what you made me do!"
Arthur only smirked and stood his ground and then pouted sarcastically " awww~ did baby drop his pancakes, I sure rustled your jimmies, no matter you can have more at dinner when you show up no" patting Matthew's cheek with a smile.
Matthew slapped Arthur's hand away with a deep frown. "Fine, I'll stay for your shity dinner. Happy?"
" very much so" was the only reply the now victorious mother could give " ill see you at dinner then" now relaxing on the couch again and opens a book.
Barging back into the room was a drenched Alfred who just walked back in torrential rain from buying the make up remover " you better be thankful for this dude, it's freezing outside and I think I caught something" marching past his mom and brothers into the bathroom.
"Merci Alfred. I'll make it up to you" Francis smiled at Alfred, hoping Alfred wouldn't hold this against him for too long.
" yeah yeah man..." The American brushed off and walked away rolling his eyes " I'm away to play video games, tell me when dinner is ready"
" where is the little trouble maker!?" slowly being heard coming closer and closer until the door was finally kicked down by an angry Scot wearing a kilt and all with his other two brothers following behind trying to hold him back " where is Matthew!? I'll beat the shit outta him!" shouted by the aggressive red head.
Matthew flinched and looked at Alistair. A nervous smile crept up on Matthew's face "That's why you c-called your brother eh? T-to get me back for trashing your room." Matthew slowly started backing away and was ready to make a run for it.
Glowing green eyed appeared in the dark shadowed face of the scotman as he ran after Matthew once he was in his sights using blade hands to emphasis his eagerness to get his hands on the trouble maker.
" jesus! Alistair I told you to talk to him! Not beat him...though it is funny to see our little rebellious guy terrified and getting he deserves...might leave you for a few seconds and watch then" smiles Arthur instantly changed his mind, afterall he was in crutches because of his son.
"YOU'RE KIDDING ME?!" Matthew yelled. The Canuck sprinted away as quickly as possible but was outmatched by Alistair's speed.
"What is going on out there!?" Francis asked from inside of the bathroom. Peter had been helping him take off the makeup (since Peter wanted to help so badly) but they were disturbed by the yelling from outside the bathroom.
" my brother arrived with his buckets of anger " Arthur smirked not looking away from the scene " I'm thinking this will actually work, Matthew is terrified of him...though I would be too" having shivers down his spine
Alistair caught the Canadian ages ago and accomplished a hog tie on the poor boy leaving him immobilised on the upstairs Hall floor " we are going in yer room for a little talk, alright" smirking with sharp fangs peeking into view " yer going tae learn some manners the way da taught ma brothers ".
Matthew tried to squirm away. A foot was put down on Matthew's back to stop him from trying to get away.
"Don't you worry Mattie!" A more friendly spoke up. The voice belonged to Kenneth, also known as the representative of Wales and the oldest of the Kirkland brothers. He smiled lightly at Matthew which wasn't returned by the Canadian "We're only trying to help out. Now let's get this show on the road shall we?" Matthew didn't respond. But he knew damn well that he wasn't going anywhere until he got his act strait.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was a long chapter this time with alot of stuff going on. NEXT time we will get to see the Uncles discipline Matthew, might be alittle unorthodox XD as they use methods they saw as young nations. Anyway I hope to see you all in the next chapter which will be written soon and as I must remind all readers I do not own Hetalia or any of their characters and I'm not even sure if people have used Ollie and Kenneth for wales and ireland before so please dont get mad or sue me on both of those matters~. So please enjoy and every favourite and review helps me write and become motivated to thank you all who are showing you enjoy the stories. But please no nasty messages =w=.
Kirklands.