"Frog, clean the table." Arthur ordered, snatching Toris' elbow and hauling him up from the table.

The brunette smiled nervously, feeling the waves of irritation flowing from the Englishman. He really didn't want to tell them what had happened back when he visited Russia... Though it didn't look like he had much of a choice now. Resigning to his fate with a sigh, he let himself be dragged to the living room. His eyes flickered toward the stairs hoping Alfred would be alright with Ivan. The boy under his care was very intimidating and frankly there were moments when even Toris found himself frightened of the boy.

Francis rolled his eyes at the order but didn't argue. Arthur was a ticking time bomb and really, his beautiful skin didn't need to be bruised by his husband's antics. He stood up from his chair and hummed a happy tune as he picked up the plates. Matthew also got out of his chair to help him but Papa refused him.

"Matthieu, you and Gilbert should go upstairs and make sure they don't hurt each other." He suggested, he didn't like to order and usually Matthew followed whatever he told him. He knew how much Alfred disliked the boy now alone with him, having to hear his loud angry rants. The taller teen also landed his son in the hospital so he was only being cautious. He wasn't as irresponsible as Arthur accused him to be, just more relaxed. Arthur just like to act as if he had something shoved up his ass, which granted he did a lot of the time because of him... And merde was it sexy. Maybe after Toris left he could convince Arthur to have sex on the table while wearing that apron...Hmm...

Matthew nodded, and turned to go up the stairs calmly. Of course, Gilbert would have none of that and grabbed his hand, wrenching him up the stairs as if it was the most important thing in the world.

"Gilbert! The hell?" He cried as he snatched his wrist back, rubbing the red mark. Gilbert turned to him with a grin, plopping down on the younger twin's bed. Matthew blinked when he realized they were in his bedroom. Gilbert had dragged him here in under two seconds... pretty impressive.

"Hey Matt~" The albino purred smirking up at him and waggling his eyebrows suggestively. It reminded him of Papa, really the two got along way to well. Matthew blinked at him before blushing a deep red.

"I am NOT doing that...yet." He stated firmly, crossing his arms. Sure Papa talked about sex all the time, and by all the time he really meant all the time. ("Papa can I ride without the training wheels now?" "Alright, and remember, riding a bike is like riding your partner. You pedal like you would thrust and-" "FRANCIS! What the hell are you teaching him?" "How to ride a bike, cher!" "That better be it.") But that didn't mean he would just do it after one date. Though he had known Gilbert for a long time... No, he had morals, morals Dad had woven into him constantly to battle out his Papa's influences.

"Aww...But don't you want to see my five meters?" The albino whined, looking at him with pleading red eyes. And then they shown with mischief and his lips twitched into a smirk, "'cause, they want to see you."

Matthew stared at him a moment, before blushing deeply and glaring at him. "Gil stop it! What do you mean by five meters? Thats physically impossible!" He snapped. Though, in the back of his mind he really wanted to find out, first hand, if that were true... No, he had to be strong.

"Is that your shy way of asking to see it?" Gilbert snickered, he really did love it when Matthew was all flustered and embarrassed, his red cheeks highlighting his pretty blue violet eyes. "And its okay if your small Mattie." He added teasingly.

"I am NOT small! You're just a liar. There's NO WAY you have five meters." He denied angrily, wishing he had x-ray vision to just find out without asking the albino to strip... Though that would be nice...

His thoughts were interrupted when he felt hands groping at him. He jumped, startled and looked down to find Gilbert on the floor, crouching in front of him and trying to unbuckle his pants. "Gil! What are you doing?" He shouted, hands shooting out to grab the others and stop the albino from disrobing him. Gilbert pouted up at him when his advances were stopped.

"I just wanna meet Little Mattie." He said innocently, too innocently. Matthew hesitated, mind wandering to where this could possibly lead. Suddenly his prior abstinence seemed to whither. Though he wouldn't go as far as sex. But... maybe just a little fun?

Well it seemed fate decided against him as that moment his door was swung open and Alfred stormed in. Gilbert sprang away quickly, remembering his promise to keep their new relationship a a secret. Which he thought was stupid because he really wanted to tell the world that Matt agreed to have his babies. He had the urge to just shove the American out of the room and, in fact, he was about to when his phone vibrated within his pocket. Annoyed, he pulled it out, moving away from the unfolding scene.

"Ja?"

Alfred, oblivious to his brother's and friend's prior position stomped all the way in angrily. Ivan was a few steps behind him looking innocent enough except for the creepy smile plastered on his face. The Russian glanced around the room, noticing it was more organized than Alfred's, and he could actually see the floor. How nice.

"Mattie! You deal with him! I cant stand his face." Alfred yelled and Matthew rolled his eyes with a sigh. Really, his brother could be so rude.

"Al, you do realize he's right there."

"Yeah! That's part of the problem! He keeps staring at me and whenever I turn around he's right there. And he touched my comics! Why can't you babysit him?"

"I'm hanging out with Gilbert, Al. Look whether you want to admit it or not your his only friend. You should be nicer to him."

"What the hell do you mean? I hate his Russian guts. We're not friends. Not at all!"

"Well you're the only person he talks too, or interacts with at school. So, he's your responsibility."

"Matt?" Gilbert interrupted with a sigh, hanging up his phone. "I got to go...West wants me home since its real late or something unawesome like that."

"Oh..." Matthew murmured, feeling disappointed and more annoyance building up toward his brother for barging in.

"'Kay, see ya Gil." Alfred waved goodbye, still not reading the atmosphere. Matthew didn't understand how his twin could be so clueless sometimes.

Gilbert gave a grin and waved at them both, fighting of the urge to make out with Matthew before he left. And then give his brother the finger for interrupting them. Stupid promise. He quickly left the room, not wanting to react on instinct or something.

"Anyways, now you can handle Ivan." Alfred grinned in triumph, hands on his hips in his hero/winner pose. Matthew sighed and rolled his eyes before realizing a missing presence in the room.

"Where is Ivan?" He asked aloud, brows furrowed in confusion. He had been right behind Alfred only a few moments ago... The elder twin turned around and notice the empty space and frowned, scratching his head. Matthew assumed it was to try and kick start his brain or something.

"How could we have lost him? He's freaking massive." Alfred finally spoke, stepping into the hallway and moving towards his own room. It was empty. Matthew stepped into the hallway too, glancing around for the Russian. He padded over to the guest room, the room also empty. He stepped out and glanced in front of him, where the master bedroom door was. Where the master bedroom door was slightly ajar.

"Shit... Al!" he called, slight panic rising in him at the thought of a fellow student braving the horrors of that room. Alfred stepped out of his room and walked over quickly to his brother's side.

"What?" He asked, he needed to find the damn commie before Dad got pissed at him.

"I think I know where Ivan went..."

"Where?" His brother lifted his arm and pointed his index finger straight ahead. Alfred turned around slowly, following the finger with his gaze. He shivered as his eyes met the large white door, opened only a bit but enough. Despair sank into the pit of his stomach.

"Oh God no."

Matthew swallowed nervously and pushed his brother's shoulder, nudging him toward the door. "Well Alfred, you better go get him."

"What? I refuse to go into that room! You do it!" He countered, moving away from his brother's push, glancing back at the door hesitantly.

"You're going to make your innocent little brother go in there? I thought you were a hero Al..." Matthew whimpered, eyes big and lips pouty. Alfred glared at him, he hated when his twin pulled that stupid face, with those stupid eyes and that stupid voice. It always worked.

"Damn it fine! I'll go in." He muttered, not seeing Matthew's smirk of victory as he turned toward the foreboding door. "Damn commie, its always his fault."

Ivan had lost interest in the argument the twins were having. At first he had felt a bubbling anger to the younger twin for capturing the American's attention with angry words. Alfred was suppose to fight with him, not Matthew. It didn't help the argument was about how Alfred didn't want to be near him.

It wasn't as if the fact was surprising. He knew many people found him unapproachable or frightening. It was all for the better anyway, other people only brought misery. But Alfred was different... He felt his chest tighten slightly as Alfred continued to argue vehemently about his hatred toward him. So he had left.

It wasn't interesting. What was interesting was learning more about the courting behaviors of two males. Alfred's french father seemed to be an expert in the field, then again he was the only one he knew to have courted another male. It didn't matter, more information on the subject would probably be found in his room.

Ivan padded through the hall, glancing at the five doors. One was Alfred's room, the one behind him Matthew's. He opened the next and found it was a bathroom. He continued on and glanced into another bedroom, neat and clean. He didn't think this was the one... He turned around and looked at the clean white door, closed. Hmmm...

The Russian walked toward it, turning the handle and pushing the door so it swung inwards. How odd, all the other doors swung out. (Ivan wouldn't know it was so Arthur would have a harder time escaping when Francis wanted to try something new in the bedroom). He stepped into the larger room and pushed the door back not bothering if it actually closed. He was too fascinated at the size of the bed in the room.

Hesitantly, almost in awe, he stepped toward the bed letting his hand slide along the silky covers. So soft! What luxury... Or maybe this was normal in America? He turned his gaze to the two nightstands. The one on the right looked normal enough, a lamp, a clock and a novel sat upon it. Violet eyes turned to the one on the other side and blinked at the strange bottle sitting upon it. He made his way around the huge bed in order to examine it clearer.

He picked up the pink bottle and peered at it curiously. Rose Scented Lube. Lube? Wasn't that for making things slippery? Why was it in the bedroom? He put the bottle down and opened the first drawer finding handcuffs. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Americans were very odd.

He closed the drawer and looked around, seeing two more doors in the room. He made his way over to them, opening the first to see it was another bathroom. He closed it and opened the next one. What a large closet, he could actually walk into it. He quickly did so, eyes wide in childlike fascination as his fingers swept through all the clothes. Most of them looked like normal men's clothing, though some seemed more expensive than others. Then he reached the back of the closet.

Odd outfits hung here. One reminded him of a pirate he'd seen in a children's book except the clothing didn't cover much. In fact it seemed to expose more than clothe... Wasn't that counter intuitive? There were more outfits that were similar, some made of leather. It didn't make sense to him, he needed more information. The findings in the master bedroom had only left him more confused. He pouted in defeat, glancing to his feet when his eyes spotted a large box. He blinked and crouched down, pulling it out from its hidden position...

He opened it and his eyes widened in curiosity and surprise.

Alfred gritted his teeth as he opened the door and glanced inside the forbidden room. This was so not cool. He hated his parent's room and vowed long ago to NEVER ever step into it again. He shivered at the memory of his stupid 11 year old self, who innocently ventured inside to find Dad wearing a very embarrassing outfit. "Stop thinking about it!" He growled under his breath and stepped inside. Darting his eyes around he tried to spot the Freak but found the room oddly empty.

So he came in here for nothing? Damn it. Then his eyes caught the open closet door. Did life really hate him so much? Did he really deserve to be tormented by a giant communist who made him go into the most perverted place in the entire house? Fuck his life.

Eyes glued to the floor so as not to see anything disturbing, he padded over to the door with hurried steps. His eyes finally looked up when he stood at the doorway, still hesitant about actually going inside. His blue eyes fell onto the Russian, calmly sitting cross legged on the floor. Alfred blinked once, twice as he tried to process the image before him.

Then he started screaming.

Ivan sat there, surrounded by...by toys.The bad kind. The nasty kind! The Russian was reading one of his Papa's pornographic magazines intensely. And in his other hand he held...oh god was that a vibrator? Alfred's brain momentarily shut down, not able to accept that this was real, though he kept screaming. He felt a hand press against his mouth, muffling his cries and he tensed up.

"Why are you screaming?" Ivan asked, perplexed at the other blond's reaction. Alfred realized Ivan's hand was covering his mouth. The same hand that only moments ago was holding...that. He thrashed around violently, freeing himself. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, spitting out in a panic.

"Damn it! Don't touch me with that hand! Do you have any idea what kind of evil substances could be lingering on it!"

Ivan tilted his head in confusion, Alfred was so odd. Though he did seem adorable with that flustered look. He didn't have time to understand the others reaction though, he wanted to learn more. The magazines were very informative, explaining in great detail what each thing was for. He now knew why they had lube in the bedroom and the need for handcuffs. It was all quite fascinating really. He had never learned of such things, like cock rings or vibrators. It made him want to try these things out himself.

Since he and Alfred fought so much, did that mean he could try it with him? All he needed was to buy him dinner right? Maybe he should read more... He leaned back down to grab the magazine and read some more about vibrators.

"The HELL are you doing!" Alfred squeaked in utter shock as Ivan picked up the damn thing again! The fuck was he doing with his parents...things! God, he felt like throwing up.

"Hmm? Learning." Ivan answered simply, closing and putting the magazine down to further inspect the device in his hand. It said there was a switch near the base...ah ha! He flicked it on, feeling the thing begin to tremble violently in his hand. Fascinating. So this went inside the bottoming male in order to pleasure him? He wondered if Alfred would enjoy that... He gave the blue eyed teen a smirk.

Alfred stared at...at it with utter horror before wrenching it from the freak's hand, shutting it off and throwing it away violently.

Ivan frowned at him, annoyed at being interrupted as he was learning.

"What the FUCK is wrong with you? Holy shit man! You dont just go... go sneaking through all my parent's nasty things!"Alfred cried out in disbelief, not sure how to handle such a situation.

"I was merely trying to learn more about the courting behaviors between males." Ivan simply stated. What was so odd about what he was doing?

"Don't act as if you didn't know what all this was!...Oh god...No, you cant be that innocent!" Alfred responded, heart beating erratically. He needed to get out of this room. But he couldn't leave it in such a mess. He glared up at violent eyes that suddenly seemed darker and distant.

"You are wrong Alfred. I am anything but innocent"

Alfred blinked, the statement confusing him. What was the commie talking about? He shook the thought away. He needed to handle the situation at hand.

"Whatever! J-just help me put all this-this stuff away before my parents see!" he ordered, his face red in mortification as he grabbed the offending items and all but threw them at the open box. Ivan blinked but followed the order much more calmly. Carefully putting back the sexual toys the same way he had found them. He didn't understand what the big deal was.

Once done Alfred grabbed the larger teen's wrist angrily, running out of the the room hurriedly, passing a worried Mattie and shoving the Russian into the bathroom.

"Wash your hands!" Alfred commanded, twisting the knobs quickly before thrusting his own hands into the water. He grabbed the soap and scrubbed away at whatever imaginary microbes now trying to infect him. He didn't want to even think about what the hell Ivan was trying to do back there. He felt sick, God he had just touched his Dad's vibrator! He wanted to throw up, his stomach twisting in revulsion. Stop thinking about it!

Ivan's mind was also working rapidly, but with excitement instead of panic. He washed his hands calmly as he stored away all the information he had learned from the experience. He knew how males had sex, he knew what doggy style was, he knew the toys one could use in order to derive more sexual pleasure from the act.

He also knew he would like to try it himself.

And he knew that Alfred was the only person he was close enough (as in actually spoke with him) to actually do it with.

The question was how to convince him.

Arthur shoved -politely of course- Toris onto the couch before sitting down on the armchair next to it. He could hear the quiet clatter of plates as Francis put everything away. He saw Gilbert storming up the steps, dragging his son along with him. Couldn't he have any peace in this house?

Toris twitched nervously, playing with the sleeve of his long shirt. He bit his lip, maybe Ivan and Alfred would hurt each other and they'd have to rush to the hospital. Therefore he'd be able to get away again. Wait, what a horrible thought! But he still didn't want to tell them. He felt more self conscious, feeling the scrutinizing green glare boring into him. He looked at the carpet, as if it would answer his pleas.

"Sh-shouldn't we wait for your husband?" He asked meekly, anything to delay what was coming.

"I can hear from here!" The Frenchman called from the kitchen, piling the dishes into the dishwasher. Toris cursed himself mentally, letting out a long defeated sigh.

"Alright," He acquiesced, brown eyes glancing to the serious Brit. "Wh-what do you want to know?"

"Why did you adopt so suddenly?" Arthur questioned, eyes narrowed as he tried searching for an answer on the others face. He had many more questions to ask but that was one of the more important ones. He saw the pale face redden slightly, brown eyes focused on the floor once more.

"I- I met a girl...When I visited Russia..." He began, his fingers twitching in apprehension. "H-her name was Katyusha and when I first saw her she was sobbing in an alley... So I went over to her to see if something was wrong. And, well, she started apologizing hurriedly before straightening up. This was during the evening too. Anyway, she straightened up and asked if...if I wanted any of her services" Toris blushed further, rubbing at the back of his head awkwardly. "Sh-she was a prostitute. I refused but offered to give her some money anyway and she then refused. S-so I asked her how much for the night and I paid that, except I made her just go to a cafe with me.

"I asked her why she was crying and she told me that she was sorry again and that it was only a little breakdown. I felt bad, I wanted to know more about her. All I could find out though was that she was also a waitress during the day and still couldn't get by. She was such a nice girl, so sweet but so very sad. S-so I started visiting her more and then one day she asked me what year it was. See, she can barely read, she barely had any schooling.

"And when I told her, she started counting on her fingers, then she started bawling. I was so confused, I thought I had done something wrong. I had never seen her so upset. I-I asked her if I did something wrong and she started apologizing again and finally I told her to tell me what happened. And she did." Toris took in a shaky breath, feeling the words tumble out. He hadn't even told Ivan the story. His sister had specifically told him not to tell the Russian about her situation.

Arthur listened carefully, absorbing everything. He waited for Toris to regain his breath in order to continue the story. Francis had finished in the kitchen, coming over to the living room to better hear the conversation. He could feel the tense atmosphere and so he stopped himself from sitting on his husbands lap, or moving him onto his own and instead sat on the arm of the chair. Green eyes glanced up at blue and sighed.

Arthur knew what the bloody frog wanted. Bloody hell. He wanted to hear the rest of the story with no more disruptions so it would be best to give the Frenchman what he wanted before he complained and whined. Or at least that's what he told himself. With a frown he moved over, letting the smiling blond slide into the chair and pull him onto his lap. Arthur squirmed slightly, leaning back in order to get comfortable. Francis wrapped his arms securely around his husband's waist, he loved how Arthur seemed to just fit perfectly with him and the warmth that exuded from him filled him to the brim with happiness He resisted the urge to do dirty things, knowing the Brit would get mad. It would just have to wait until tonight.

"She told me that she was an orphan along with her two younger siblings. Their mother had died giving birth to her little sister and her father had died when she was fourteen. They were put into this very poor orphanage and she did her best to help her younger brother and sister. But, when she turned 17 she was kicked out, one of the rules of the orphanage. She didn't know what to do or how to get money. She tried waitressing but she couldn't survive on it alone and so she started... you know. She hates it.

"The worst thing is she hasn't seen her siblings since. S-so when I told her the year she started counting on her fingers and realized that her little brother would be turning seventeen in a year. Thats why she was sobbing, she was wooried about what would happen when her brother was kicked out." Toris continued, not minding his listeners' new position. He had known them a very long time and was used to this sort of behavior.

He was going to begin again when he heard quick footsteps down the stairs. Gilbert came through the family room and grinned up at them. Francis could tell it was forced, maybe something happened with little Mathieu?

"Danke for the dinner but I gotta go! Good to see ya, Toris!" He called, before leaving them to whatever they were doing. Toris waited a few more moments, making sure that the other was really gone. Then he began again.

"So, I offered to adopt him." He said simply. "I mean, I have an extra room and its lonely in the house without Eduard and Raivis. And I was leaving soon so it just kind of came out. You should of seen the way she looked at me, how her eyes lit up and... And there was hope in them, hope I bet had died a long time ago. So, I had to do it. I just had to. She hugged me so tightly that day, kissing my face and it was the first time I heard her laugh from happiness. Sh-she wrote a letter, with my help because she has a lot of trouble writing and reading, to her brother telling him to go with me.

"I went to the orphanage and it really was a horrible place. I can't imagine how they could treat children like that. They littered the halls, some were on the verge of death. It was horrendous. The staff was short and disorganized. Apparently, the owner had died recently and they were in a frenzy. Anyway, when I said I wanted to adopt an Ivan Braginsky they were very excited and I adopted him the very same day. It was so weird. Ivan only agreed because of the letter and we came here... That's what happened." he finished, glancing back up at the couple, listening carefully.

"I see..." Arthur murmured trying to formulate his thoughts. "I understand why you would adopt him... But are you ready to raise a child? Especially a teenager. It's a huge commitment." He continued, worried about his long time friend. To him Toris was still the sweet teenager who would always babysit when the needed him. They grow up so very fast... He hated the thought of Alfred or Matthew growing up and leaving him with just the frog.

"I know... But please dont worry. Ivan he's...different but he's a...nice boy and I think I can handle him..." He reassured thought it didn't sound very convincing. Arthur frowned, wanting to ask more when a scream pierced through the silence. He jumped on Francis' lap, startled by the sudden sound, especially as it continued. It sounded like Alfred.

Arthur stood up quickly, worry evident on his face. "Alfred! Whats going on up there?" He called up.

"Nothing Dad! Everything's fine! Uh...He's watching a scary movie! That's all!" Matthew shouted down the stairs quickly. The boy glanced at the open master bedroom door as his brother's screams stopped. He hoped he was ok...But he still didn't want to venture in such tainted territory. If they didn't come out soon then he'd go in.

Arthur sighed, rolling his eyes, really his son had no tolerance for frightening movies. He returned to the armchair, settling down on the comfortable lap, hiding how he enjoyed it when Francis nuzzled into his neck and pulled him closer.

"Anyway, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't tell Ivan about his sister... Katyusha doesn't want him to know about her...occupation or her current circumstances. And please don't tell Alfred, his secret keeping skills are not the best." Toris continued, looking imploringly at the blond couple.

"Of course Toris. And if you ever need any help, you know how to reach us." Arthur replied easily, trying to reassure the brunette. Toris nodded with a smile, feeling better after telling the story. It had been weighing down on his heart for a long time.

"Thank you. I think it best we go, it is very late." He said and Arthur nodded, standing from the lap to follow him up the stairs in order to retrieve his ward. Francis followed behind, enjoying the view of his husband's delicious ass.

They found the pair in the bathroom, with Alfred scrubbing angrily at Ivan's hands while the other stared at him, eyes distant in thought. Arthur blinked and wondered why his son was being so hygenic...He usually was quite the slob. And weren't they suppose to be watching a movie? Well, it didn't matter at the moment.

"Alfred, its time for Ivan to go." Arthur spoke as blue eyes looked up.

"Finally!" Alfred let out with such relief and Arthur glared at him disapprovingly.

"Alfred!" He warned and blue eyes looked down at the counter with a pout at being scolded for the fifteenth time that evening. Ivan blinked and kept smiling, ignoring the weird feeling in his stomach at seeing such enormous happiness in Alfred due to his departure.

"Da, it is late" He responded, drying his wet, slightly pruning (How long had Alfred been washing his hands? It didn't really matter, the others hands were so soft and warm against his own...) hands on one of the towels. He went to follow the adults out of the bathroom before stopping and glancing back at Alfred, his piercing violet eyes landing on sky blue ones.

"I shall see you again come Monday, Alfred. And I hope you are ready for Wednesday's test, I surely am." He called back, smirking at the flustered face. Alfred didn't even know why he was reddening. Probably those stupid violet eyes.

"O-of course I'm ready! I'm going to blow your mind come Wednesday afternoon!" He shot back, grinning as he exuded confidence. Ivan blinked, noticing the adults had already gone back downstairs. Time to try out his new knowledge acquired from the evening.

"I'd prefer it if you were blowing something else." He whispered as he leaned forward, smirking darkly and he giggled when Alfred blushed profusely.

"THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" Alfred yelled out in outrage only to find Ivan already gone. The blond stormed back downstairs but he was too late. Damn the stupid commie and his freaky speed. He was just going to push that damn creepy incident in the closet to the back of his mind. He had bigger things to worry about. "MATTIE! You need to help me study!" He yelled and heard his brother groan, coming out of his room annoyed.

"Don't you dare try and get out of it. I had to go into Papa's and Dad's room. You have no idea the horrors I saw!" He yelled, mood darkening and Matthew sighed, acquiescing. He went back to his room, his brother following him. It was going to be a long night. And he had been hoping to call Gilbert...

Downstairs, Arthur was mulling over the details he had now acquired. Ignoring Francis' arms wrapped around his waist, the light kisses trailing down his neck. With a harsh nip to a sensitive spot, he finally tried to squirm from the grip.

"Francis, you've been way to perverted tonight." Arthur growled, still annoyed about all the grief the man had given him because of the damn story.

"But I behaved afterward~" He whined, nuzzling into the messy blond hair. "I should get a treat."

Arthur tried to hide his smile with a scowl. "You embarrassed me with that story."

"But I love that story Arthur! Its so sad I was not able to tell of our first night together, your birthday and our first valentines day! I still have that sonnet you wrote me."

Arthur blushed furiously at the memory, constantly regretting giving the frog the damn thing.

"We've made such wonderful memories together, mon amour." Francis continued, hands slipping underneath the others shirt, pushing it up to reveal smooth pale skin. Well, almost smooth skin. His fingers brushed against the long scar on his husband's side, causing the Brit to shiver. Francis frowned, rubbing the scar apologetically. "Now that story...That story I dont very much like..." He whispered sadly, eyes looking back to that night.

Arthur tensed slightly, not wanting to relive the stupid memory. He turned around quickly, staying in the Frenchman's warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around the others neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. Green eyes glittered as he thought of a distraction.

"Its over, all in the past. Now...You were saying something about receiving a treat? In my opinion, I'm the one who deserves a reward for putting up with your horrible perverted behavior." He remarked, lips woven into a smirk. Blue eyes glanced down at him and grinned.

"I'm so very sorry, let me repay you for your troubles tenfold." Francis cooed, picking up the Englishman with relative ease as he ascended the stairs. It earned him playful punches to the chest and half halfhearted complaints about how the other could walk perfectly fine.

All Francis could focus on was that it was a Saturday night, which meant the boys didn't actually need to sleep well. He was going to make Arthur scream in utter pleasure. The Frenchman smirked darkly, the plan for tonight forming graphically in his dirty mind.

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