YAY Chapter 6! Sorry that this took a while guys…I'm a slow writer I guess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story so far, because it's about to get pretty intense.

Francis Bonnefoy

I did not enjoy the morning to follow my…accident. I was sore in more places than I could name and was no longer a slightly tan colour, but all black and blue.

I had planned to let Arthur sleep in, but had woken him up in my pained attempt to stand.

"I can't believe we slept all day. I hope the boy's did all right at training…"

I turned around quickly to face him, "What did you just say?" I regretted the movement immediately as my muscles screamed in protest.

He froze and slowly looked up at me, "Francis I told you that they needed to be-"

"You don't ever listen to me, do you?" I shouted.

He cringed at my volume, but continued to speak, "Francis, I do listen. It's just that-"

"No. I won't hear this anymore. I'm going to check on them. You stay here and call if you need anything." I said turning away.

"I need you to listen to reason and to me. You-"

"To reason? Are you even hearing yourself? You're talking about their future, their education. You can't just take that away, Arthur! They should choose their own future, not you." My pain began to be swept under the tidal wave of anger pulsing through me.

"You don't understand, Francis." Arthur's eyes closed and he relaxed against the pillows.

I shook violently with rage, but pain suddenly came screaming back and I knew I wouldn't survive another round against his magic.

I found William and Alfred out in the backyard. William ran up to me when he saw me come out, but Alfred stayed back and just watched.

"Papa, what happened to you?"

I had forgotten how bad I looked, but at least I had a long sleeved shirt on to hide the rest of the bruises.

I forced a chuckle, "Oh, mon files, I fell down the stairs leading down to the basement."

William's eyes widened at my lie, "Really Papa? You should be more careful next time."

I smiled as thunder rolled in the background. I looked over at Alfred, but he had turned his back to me and was looking into the back field. You could see the black storm clouds collecting over the field and the lightening flashing a bright white in them.

"Come inside boys, it looks like a storm is coming again." I called out.

Alfred turned to look at me then, but said nothing. He walked over to William, clutching his hand, and headed up the steps into the house.

Alfred found me later in the kitchen and sat down across from me at the table, a serious expression stretched over his face. Rain began to pelt the roof and windows as the world darkened around us.

His face might have been comical if not for what he said, "You lied to William this afternoon, right to his face, and he doesn't even know it."

I sat there looking at him shocked, "How old are you again?" I tried a teasing smile, but he avoided it and the question.

"He did this to you, didn't he?"

I leaned back and sighed, looking down at my hands, "He did, but-"

"But what? Why are you protecting him? You should be protecting yourself; you should be protecting us!"

I flinched and turned away from his words, "You don't know the whole of it Alfred. You're just a boy."

He leaned forward, looking at me like a nation and less like a boy, "No, you're right, I don't know the whole story. But I do know that he took us both out of school, and that while I was with a combat coach, William was being taught magic."

I was suddenly jolted into the severity of our conversation, "What?"

Alfred looked down, defeated, "I knew you didn't know about it."

"Alfred, are you sure? You saw…" I couldn't voice the rest.

But obviously he could, "I saw father teaching William how to read spells."

I let my head fall into my hands, "How could he? Doesn't he even know how addicted he is to that…that…" I sighed.

Alfred slammed his hands against the table top, "Aren't you going to do something?"

I looked at him hard, "What can I do? I nearly died yesterday when I tried."

Alfred jumped up, him face full of anger, "Well, I won't look the other way for this. And if you won't do anything, than I will! I'm not going to sit here and watch that ass kill off my family."

I had let Arthur sleep the entire day, but he was still passed out when it was past sunset and the moon was high above us. The storm earlier hadn't left; the rain was still coming down like rocks, and the thunder rolled as I walked down the halls to check on Alfred and William.

` When I walked in, they were both out of bed…and packing bags.

I shut the door quickly behind me as the storm continued to rage outside, "What is going on here?"

William looked away as Alfred straightened and walked forward so he could talk quieter, "I'm doing something, since you won't."

I looked at Alfred for a long time, seeing the strong determination in his eyes.

He'll become strong…

I nodded, "Then I will help you."

Alfred began to protest, but I stopped him, "Where were you planning to go, after you left here? You need a place to stay, to be safe, at least for a few nights."

William and Alfred shared a look, the storm filling in the silence, "Alright, but we're leaving now."

I had called my driver and he agreed to wait for us at the docks on the other side of the channel. It was be a long walk, but we would make it. We had to.

Rain pelted us and the ground, making everything wet and slippery. Our boots sloshes through the puddles as we started down the drive. The gate was in reach and all we had to do-

"France!"

I turned around, my sore body screaming at me, to see Arthur standing on the porch, his arms outstretched.

"Arthur, no!"

My shout was muffled by the thunderous clap Arthur made with his hands. A blackish blue wave appeared and began rolling toward us.

It felt like a brick wall had slammed into me and I could only hope that Alfred and William were ok as I flew backwards, through the gate. The force of my fall knocked the wind out of me and was almost enough to knock me unconscious.

I thought I could actually hear my body screaming with pain, but it was really William. I forced myself to sit up, needing to hold my head to steady my swimming vision. I saw Alfred doing the same thing right before he cried out William's name.

William was lying on the ground in the fetal position, his one arm bent at an odd angle. He was screaming and crying, trying to cradle the arm. Alfred was starting to crawl toward him when I felt myself being pulled upwards.

Arthur's real fist connected with my nose making a sickening crack. His eyes were completely black.

"What the hell do you think you're doing you bloody wanker!" He yelled at me before punching me again.

He let me fall down, but soon his hand was filled with the same dark glow as the wave. Suddenly I was flying through the air, but not for long. My head smacked against the ground and rain began filling my mouth and nose. I was choking on water and blood when my leg started to burn. I focused my vision enough to see the whip like rope of energy Arthur had summoned and wrapped around my leg.

The whip sizzled in the rain as he tugged it toward him. It reacted violently, quickly tightening and searing through the leg of my pants until it ate away at my skin. He tugged again, repeating the torture, as he slowly brought me closer to him.

He released my leg after tugging me toward him a few yards, but only to wrap it around my torso. I could feel my rip itself apart as I screamed. A dark smile stretched across his face.

"No! Stop, it wasn't his fault!" Alfred had moved away from William only a few feet, but it was enough.

Arthur turned on him, tightening his hold on me and summoned another wave of energy.

It crashed into the boys with enough force to slam them against the front door, and their small bodies crumpled in front of it.

"NO!"

My scream echoed around us for a second before the storm swallowed it whole.

"When I said you could leave, I didn't mean you could take Alfred and William with you," Arthur said crouching close to my head, "You leave, alone."

He got in one more hit of magic before I passed out.

I came to when Arthur's security were throwing me out of a car onto the boardwalk, which was a 10 minute walk to the ferry boats that would take me home.

I heard them peal away, shooting stones and sand at my face seconds later.

I could barely think straight, let alone push myself into a sitting position. I almost wished he had killed me this time. It felt like I was hit by a truck, then stampeded by a mob and then burned alive.

My stomach pitched at the thought of the latter, but I forced the feeling down. I needed to call for help.

I had somehow managed to speed dial Feliciano, my half brother, before I passed out…

Yay! More characters! ;) hope you join me for the next chapter. It'll all work out don't worry. Hopefully I can get the next chapter up soon .

I just noticed that i have France passing out a lot .