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I've decided to continue to this story courteous of all the wonderful feedback. Thank you all for that :)
((And also this plot bunny has been chasing me in my dreams forcing me to get it into words))
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Warnings: None.
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Itallics=Flashback
Two long months passed by, but the day finally came when Arthur and Francis could take their new sons home.
"Wow," Alfred gaped as Francis opened the door to their townhouse. It was a quaint and thin two story house the two bought after university was over. "Is this all ouws?"
Francis nodded and ruffled the boy's blonde locks. "Oui, let me show you two to your rooms." He set down the last of their belongings in the main room and led his sons up the steps to the second level.
"This is your room Mathieu," Francis explained opening the birch white door. Matthew's room was painted white with pictures of animals hanging on the walls. In the middle of the room was a red plaid bed, which happened to be his favorite color, with a stuffed animal polar bear positioned on it.
Matthew nodded as a sign of appreciation, still barely speaking to his new family besides Alfred.
Francis bent down to the lavender eyed blonde's level. "Mathieu," he began calmly. He pushed Matthew's stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "Do you know how to speak?"
"Of couwse he knows how to talk! He talks to me all the time!" Alfred shouted proudly. Matthew took his brother's hand and squeezed it.
Francis nodded. "Yes, yes, but I would like to hear his beautiful voice too."
Matthew sniffled a bit.
"Oh Mathieu," Francis exclaimed. He wrapped his arms around the child and stroked his hair with his calloused hands. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to make you cry."
"What's going on in here?" Arthur asked from the doorway, his hand on the waistline of his beige slacks.
"Arthur, why don't you show Alfred to his room?"
"Yeah, Awtie!" Alfred said with a flashing smile. "Show me to my woom!"
Arthur sighed. "Now Alfred, you should call me Father or Dad."
He shook his head. "Awtie."
He rubbed his temples and exited the room, along with Alfred bouncing beside him.
"Now Mathieu," Francis said holding his son's shoulders. "Will you say something?"
Matthew shook his head.
"Why not, Mathieu? I am your Papa!"
He buried his face into the silk fabric of Francis' peach colored shirt. Tears stains spotted the orange shirt, although Francis did not seem to mind or care.
He sighed and combed the younger boy's curls with his fingers to calm the crying boy. "There, there, Mathieu. I am sorry." Francis bit his lip before his eyes widened with excitement. "Why don't you get undressed while I make a special dinner?"
Matthew nodded and wiped his eyes with his chubby hands.
He pecked his pallid forehead with soft pink lips. "Perfect. Now to go check on your brother…"
"Get down from that bed!" Arthur yelled as Francis walked in on the two. Alfred was jumping up and down on his blue bed while Arthur scolded him for doing so.
"No Awtie," he said with a laugh.
Arthur's large, untamed eyebrows furrowed. "If you don't get down from there, I swear-"
Francis giggled and placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "I've got this." He sang "oh Alfred!"
"Yes Fwancis?" he asked still jumping on the bed.
"Only good boys get dessert." He scanned the young boy jumping on the bed and waved his hand. "Looks like you won't be getting any tonight."
"But I'm a good boy! See?" he said sitting on the edge of the bed, his stumpy legs not able to reach the carpeted floor. "I want dessert."
Francis looked smugly at Arthur. "I don't know. Mathieu is already undressed and ready for bedtime."
"I'll be weady!" he said rushing over to his dresser and pulling out a white night gown. "I want dessewt!"
Francis nodded, a smile growing on his face. "And, that, is how it is done."
Arthur looked at him with wide eyes.
"Weady for dinner!" Alfred exclaimed running down the steps in his white nightgown. The nightgown had a red ribbon around the collar and made Alfred appear absolutely adorable. Only one problem: he wasn't wearing any pants.
Arthur put a hand on his hip. "Alfie, why aren't you wearing any trousers?"
He cocked his head to the right. "You want me to weaw pants to sleep?"
Arthur's eyebrows furrowed wondering if that was even a legitimate question. "Of course! What kind of question is that?"
"Don't we have guests tonight?"
Francis raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes still fixed on the contents in the pan. He was going to celebrate his son's first night with a buffet of French cuisine. "Guests? What do you mean by that?"
He shrugged his skinny shoulder. "Oh, nothing, I guess."
"Just go put on some pants, young man!" Arthur scolded pointing his slender finger at Alfred's room.
"Thanks Awtie," he saluted and rushed up the steps.
Arthur sighed. "You're the one who wanted to adopt these two."
"I know. And I stand by my decision," Francis explained and hummed a wordless tune before returning his attention to the oven.
"Twins!?" the two shouted in unison.
Arthur nodded and crossed his left leg over his right. He picked up his porcelain tea cup, suckling on the warm liquid and responded "Yes, my dears."
Alfred chewed his chapped bottom lip. "Why did you keep this from me!? I mean us!"
Francis soughed. "There were some, err, complications."
"Meaning?" Alfred asked with a raised golden eyebrow, his blue eyes narrowed dangerously.
"We can explain that all later," Francis said waving his hand and standing up from his position next to Arthur. "Arthur and I need a little time to…catch up." He wriggled his eyes seductively.
The Briton sighed. "How about you go back to sleep. It is only morning."
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Very well," he muttered. "Hey Mattie! Where's your room?" he sang cheerfully.
"Upstairs," he said small, still a bit intimidated by his American-raised twin.
"Come on!" Alfred exclaimed. He pulled Matthew up the steps to the second floor by his lean wrist. "Which one is yours?"
Matthew pointed to the second birch door in the hallway and twisted the bronze plated doorknob revealing a small bedroom. The walls were painted cream white and dotted with posters of famous hockey players. Next to the white framed window at the back of the room was a queen-sized bed with red plaid covers.
"It's not that big though, so I guess I'll have to sleep on the floor."
"Nonsense!" Alfred exclaimed patting his back. "We're brothers, twins even! We could share a bed, unless you're not okay with that," he suggested noticing the floor was hardwood and not carpeted.
Sharing a bed? he thought to himself. Matthew sighed. "Of course, Alfred."
"Call me Al. Alfred's too formal." His eyes began to scan the room and stopped at a white plush toy sitting erect on the bed. He scooped up the two into his arms and held it up in Matthew's face. "A polar bear? Really? Aren't stuffed animals for kids?"
"No!" Matthew fumed snatching the bear from Alfred's hands into his arms. "This is Kurashiki, I think. It's so old I don't even remember its name." His face flushed realizing Alfred was right. He was sixteen after all; maybe it was time to get rid of it.
Alfred's eyes lit up. "I've seen this toy! In my dreams!"
He raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "A dream?"
"Yeah," he said holding up the bear. "There was a bear, and then a bed with white sheets. And then…"
"Alfred? Are you okay?" Matthew asked noticing his brother began to space out.
He returned from his trance and nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. What was I saying?"
"Something about some dream."
"Oh yeah. There's this man," he said with frequent pauses. "With purple eyes."
"I have purple eyes," he said small pushing his gray wired glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
He shook his head allowing his golden locks to fall in front of his sapphire orbs. "No, not like that. A striking purple."
"Okay," he said slowly. "I'm not sure that anyone has "striking purple" eyes."
He bit his lip and shrugged. "I dunno. I thought maybe you would know who he was."
Matthew shook his head. "Not a clue."
"Have fun at school today!" Arthur called watching Matthew and Alfred leave, backpacks slung over their shoulders. The cool, misty January air of Canada pricked his exposed neck.
"I'll try," Alfred muttered to Matthew. What could be better than staring a school year halfway into the year?
"Don't worry," Matthew said with an arm placed on his twin's shoulder. "You'll like it. You were probably popular at your old school, eh?"
"Actually, not really," he admitted sheepishly and scratching the nape of his neck.
"Didn't do any sports?" After the one day of living with Alfred, he assumed he was the stereotypical American blonde: a new girlfriend each week, barely passing grades and a football scholarship.
He shook his head once. "I drew a lot, though. Maybe I will have to show you."
"I'd like that," he said with a smile realizing he liked Alfred more than he thought. There was a pregnant pause before he admitted "I don't have many friends either."
"Now you have me!" he said and patted his twin's back for assurance.
Matthew smiled. "Okay. Here is the school!" He pointed to a long, two story brick building. The main entrance had "Hetalia High School" inscribed in silver on a blue sign near a small flower bed. A few yellow school buses pulled into the main circle letting off crowds of students.
"Much nicer than my old school," he snorted remembering how his school reminded him of a jail. A six story concrete building with large windows only used for emergencies.
Matthew smiled and the two walked into the main entrance in the school. "So what's your first class?"
Alfred's blue eyes fell to a white sheet of paper Arthur gave to him this morning. This made him have a notion that Arthur and Francis had been planning this for a long time. "Uh…arithmetic."
"Arithmetic! Same with me," Matthew said with a cheerful demeanor. "I never took you as an intelligent student."
"I'm not. Artie just thinks I am," he admitted as his wired glasses practically fell of his nose.
"Why do you call your dad Arthur?"
Alfred shrugged. "Artie said when I was a kid I never did. I guess you can't teach old dogs new tricks, huh?"
"I guess."
"So this is our classroom," he said opening the door to a crowd of students chatting amongst little groups. At the front of the room was a blackboard that appeared like it hadn't been cleaned in centuries as the faint imprint of small numbers was still visible. At the side of the room were three windows and a large desk in the middle without a teacher.
"I guess it's like this in every country, right?" Alfred noted watching the judgmental stares the other kids gave him.
"Everybody, please take your seats!" a man in a grey business suit and red tie explained walking in the door with another man in a gray suit and pink scarf. The chatter immediately silenced as the blonde haired man cleared his throat. "As you all know, I am your Principal Dr. Germania. Your old teacher left for maternity leave and now you have Mr. Brangski."
A tall, burly light haired man stared at his new students with a dark aura surrounding him. His purple eyes glaring at the students. "Da, I will be your new teacher."
Alfred's blue eyes widened with fear. His heart began to beat faster as he recognized that childish face and thick Russian accent. The next thing he knew, he was screaming at the top of his lungs and dramatically ran out of the classroom.
TBC?
A/N: A bit dramatic right? If I saw someone scream and run out of the classroom, especially on his first day of school, I would be a bit scared.
Also a lot of you guessed correctly for who it was. I guess it was a bit obvious, but don't think it's over now. There's much more to come ;) Trust me.
I'm really fascinated with Alfred and Matthew as a kid more than as teens, but that's just me. LOL
Sorry I just love FACE family.
I apologize for any mistakes because I don't have a Beta (Q_Q)
Boku no iggy: It wasn't much of a reaction, sorry :/
Guest 01: Yeah you got it right! Cookie for you (: :)
91RedRoses: I love the Parent Trap. I guess it is a bit like it...Here's your cookie (: :) And I know that Ivan was a bit obvious, but you'll see my plans. MWAHAHA
Guest 02: I know I just love their brotherly relationship~
sweetlittledevil85: Cookie for you (: :)
Guest 03: Yes, that is who is chasing his nightmares hahahahaha. (: :) Enjoy your cookie.
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