Warning; This story will contain violence, smut, coarse language and homophobic behavior. Please keep in mind that this is all fictional and that the author doesn't approve of such antics. You have been warned. Please keep all this in mind as you read.

It really wasn't the trouble of having Arthur attached to his back, but it was mainly trying to slip in quietly without disturbing his parents from their sleep. A foolishly determined face peaked out from behind the slightly ajar door, a winning grin creeping up once finding nothing but silent darkness. Standing back a bit, Alfred shifted Arthur from his shoulders to his arms, an easier position to maneuver through the half-opened door in complete silence. He lifted a leg, sneaking it in first as he moved at a pained, slow pace to get inside. Inching himself forward, a whisper-like breath was exclaimed in pride; yes, he once again managed to get in the quietest way possible! Nothing was impossible for the Hero of the Jones family! Continuing to smile, Alfred tip-toed his way through the large entrance of their house, making his way to the stairs leading to his in the basement bedroom in an almost silent manner; laughter was bubbling up in his throat, threatening to break free and warm the air around them.

Perhaps it was the thrill of maybe getting caught home so late already or the fact that he had a very drunk, seemingly passed out Briton in his arms. Neither would go well with his parents—Alfred had promised his mom that he and his friends were simply going to the movies. To think of what would happen if they found out about the party! Alfred winced to himself as he neared the entrance to the stairs. That was too awful to think about.

As the boy began his way down the stairs, a moan was heard. Whirling his head around, Alfred assumed the worst! Ghosts, zombies, vampires in need of blood, ghosts, his father—!

Arthur wiggled around from where he laid, eyes still shut as he comfortably relaxed his tired head against a warm shoulder. He mumbled something incoherent, his mouth still pressed together before opening up for a loud, rumbling yawn. Alfred, just making it to his door, nearly yelped at the sudden alertness Arthur seemed to hold to his person now. Frowning, Alfred checked over his shoulder, making sure everything was still asleep in his house. Grumbling inwardly, he glared gently down at Arthur, shaking his head.

"Shh-."

"Nnngh… Gooooooood mornin' Governa'! C-Cup of tea fer ya…or sum shit…" Arthur rolled his neck, making his head fall from Alfred's shoulder thus somewhat shaking him awake. Glazed eyes fluttered open, meeting a harsh, darkened blue. Another yawn. Another grumble. "W-What in the wor-?"

Quickening footsteps abruptly appeared, shocking both teens into a hush. They were descending down the stairs, making their way towards them! Alfred's eyes opened wide, his mind becoming jumbled up as he forced himself to try and think up a solution!

Just before the muffled footsteps became visible, Alfred thought of a plan. Without another thought, without hesitation, he freed his hand from under Arthur, opening the door to reveal his room. Not so much as a "Sorry" he hastily threw Arthur into the room, closing the door just in time. Spinning around, he looked up to thankfully meet his mothers tired yet worried soft eyes. She flicked on the hallway light, the small stairwell lightening up and bothering Alfred's eyes terribly so. Clutching her robe tighter around herself, she huffed.

"H-Honey? Is that you? What are you doing up this late? Did you just come back from the movies?" Alfred ruffled his own hair, exhaling heavily. He might as well make up a lie, a believable one at that, one to contribute to his previous one earlier that evening.

"Yeah, it's me… Yeah, just came back from the movies. I didn't mean to get back so late! Honest!" He shared a grin, jumping for joy in his mind as he watched his mother relax from her tensed state.

"Is that so…?" She gave a teasing, faux-serious look to Alfred, making him chuckle nervously. "Well… You are seventeen. I don't see why extending your curfew would be so painful."

"Seriously? Sweeet. You're awesome, mom. You know that?"

"Yes, I'm 'the most raddest mom in the whole universe', as you used to say." His mother added in with a wink. Alfred flushed, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking shyly down. What could he say; he was a Mama's boy!

"And I still mean it~" The two broke into giggles—Alfred had always been the closet to his mom. She was petite, naturally thin with long dirty blond waves of hair that nearly reached her waist if she let it down from her customary bun once in a while and had the gentlest blue eyes he had ever seen. She was a housewife, no job in line for her other than her piano teaching she did on the weekends for several kids. She had even taught Alfred from a very young age, however lately they hadn't had any time to do anything together. It hurt, hardly seeing his mom anymore but Alfred dealt with it. His social life was more important anyways.

That didn't stop him from missing her though.

"What's going on here?" Came the sudden gruff voice appearing from behind Alfred's mother- a man, towering over the woman at nearly six feet tall, yawned gently behind his own bearish hand. Hard, cool blue eyes flickered from the tired woman down to her son who suddenly looked very rigid. Lowering his head, the man's face became masked by his long, violently blond hair as he whispered in the woman's ear. She giggled, nodding as she moved to take the other's hand. Alfred swallowed rather thickly. Standing above him, now offering a short smile was of all people his father.

His father looked fairly young, in his mid thirty's, still able to pull off that old high school charm with a mischievous boy like grin and a few clever words. If you were to only add in a pair of glasses and cut the elders hair a few inches shorter, you'd have Alfred. They looked almost identical, especially when Alfred was younger. Nowadays, not so much. To be rather honest, Alfred had a growing intimidation for the man, one that had been there ever since he was little in elementary school. Even now, he was slightly scared of his own father.

"H-Hey there Dad…!" Alfred finally replied with a bit of a stutter, causing his father to quirk an eyebrow, moving quickly to grin reassuringly to his wife before gazing back down at Alfred with a bit of a smirk.

"What ah… what are you doing son—you do realize how late it is, right?"

"Yeah! Of course, I just got sorta held up back at the movies. But mom here is allowing me off for the night because she's amazing..~ R-Right mom?"

"…Is this true, Molly?"

"He's seventeen, Dave. It was bound to happen some day, him being late in coming home and all." The older man sighed at her comment, rubbing his eyes a bit rough like before nodding- he really was too tired to deal with this. He could just have a bit of a talk with Alfred later on.

"Alright, alright…I'll let this pass." He chimed in with a forced smile. Molly gave him a squeeze, later blowing a kiss down to Alfred and muttering something about going back to their 'big and lonely bed'. Now, stuck with his father staring down at him, Alfred felt a bit awkward.

"…Well, I guess I'll just go to bed—."

"Not so fast, hot shot." Dave stopped him, beginning to walk down the steps in a thudding, loud way. His eyes did not look amuse, his mouth set into a slight frown. "I got a call today from your Dean; Alfred, how could you get into another fight? How do you think this looks on us? They're just going to blame the parents and then other's will get involved and before you know it we're getting booed at when we walk in on church Sunday morning!" Alfred resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the mans assumptions, choosing instead to frown right back at his dad. Crossing his arms, he stood his ground, huffing.

"I have a good reason though, Dad."

"Oh? And what is that?"

"The dude I fought with was gay."

There was a moment of silence, his dad's eyes widening for a second before falling back to their half-lidded lethargic-ness. A sigh was heard, the shuffling of feet as Dave finally made it to the bottom of the stairs.

"…Gay, you say?"

"Yup." Alfred merely said, popping the 'P' and grinning. His dad furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Was he…coming onto you?"

Hesitating, Alfred could only nod- it wasn't technically lying if he were to not say anything, right? After another minute of silence, Dave lifted up his hand and patted Alfred on the shoulder, an ounce of pride within his facial expressions as he nodded.

"Good for you, Son. It was defence, nothing wrong with that; I'll just have to call up your Dean and remind him of our last conversation tomorrow, yeah? Remember, never to go too easy on them! You have to teach them a lesson in that you're straight and don't want any contact with them. Fucking homo's… Their parents must of done something wrong with them in parenting them! To think they would be so weird…"

"Dad!"

"Oops, sorry for swearing."

Alfred grinned, shaking his head at his old man. "It's no problem, I won't tell mom if you don't tell her that I was actually at a party tonight." His father grinned with a juvenile charm, patting Alfred once more on the shoulder.

"Did you catch a girl?"

"Dad…~"

"Come on, you can tell me~?" They both laughed, Alfred's chuckles having a bit more of a nervous tone to it than his fathers. Shaking his head once more, his hand finally leaving Alfred's shoulder as he made his way back up the stairs.

"Good night, Son. Want me to let you sleep in tomorrow?"

"Please do~. Night Dad, sweet dreams."

Arthur was in between the dizziness that was still lingering from his high of being drunk and nearing the end of his tipsy-ness, a hang over being lifted above his head and just waiting to crash onto his tender being. For now, he laid sprawled out against something soft, slightly chilled, and unfamiliar. It was tangled up beneath him, causing him to stir even more so than before. Rolling over to his side, Arthur sighed in content.

It wasn't as comfortable as it was before in those stranger's arms… It felt so warm there, so welcoming and, dare Arthur say, protected. There was also a tinge in the air around that stranger, a musk about him that made Arthur's toes curl and his lungs begging for more. And then suddenly he was thrown aside, and from that came another black out.

And now he laid curled up on what he presumed to be someone's bed. He wasn't going to complain about the differences in being in here than being in that boy's arms, however it wasn't as nice as before. For now, a groan fell from his drooling mouth as he stretched out his tensed body, later re-curling back up into the position he had held before.

He didn't like how soft everything was…

But he liked how that same aroma from the stranger/boy had lingered within the sheets of the bed. Moving his arms awkwardly and lazily, Arthur managed to gain hold of one of the many pillows there, hugging it tight to his chest and fluttering his eyes open gently. He nearly smiled, inclining his head down to bury his flushing cheeks against the sweet, alluring, smelling pillow and sighed.

"Ahh~...," He mumbled in a hushed voice, rolling himself slightly closer, wrapping a leg around the rest of the pillow.

"Alfred…~"

AN: I was a bit sloppy with this chapter and it's much shorter than before. At least I updated...? 8D And you get a glimpse into Alfred's family life.

If many of you haven't guessed it yet, I shall tell you. Dave, Alfred's father is the reason why he is so homophobic. He was taught to be as such ever since he was a small boy- it's a miracle he even gained friends during those years. But that is to be discussed a later day~

Coming up in the next next chapter will be a time skip. A few months at that. Not too long, since at the moment this is set in late September. Around Christmas time for them I shall skip too~ Don't worry, the time span for this story is...long. Very...Very...Long. auhfjsaikl; You shall all see, just wait for the next next chapter!

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