For the first night, in a long span of nights, Alfred had a good night sleep. No wet dreams, no impure thoughts, no cold showers. Just blissful dreams. And it truly did show. All morning he was a bundle of energy, running around as he got ready for school and ate his breakfast.
Arthur had raised his brow at his son's bubbly energy, especially because it was a Monday morning. He sipped his tea carefully and watched as Alfred was all smiles and laughs. He wondered if something had happened. Well, at least whatever happened made him happy.
Matthew, himself, was also happy because he too was blessed with a good night sleep. His brother had refrained from waking him up at an ungodly hour and he was feeling the benefits. Plus, Alfred's laughter could be quite infectious. Glancing at the clock they realized it was about time they leave. The twins quickly finished their breakfasts, grabbed their bags, and ran out of the house to catch their bus.
"Do you have any idea what has gotten into them?" Arthur asked his husband, who was taking his hair out of its loose ponytail since he was done cooking.
"Non, but it seems whatever has been bothering Alfred has been sorted out." He replied, taking a few steps away to look into one of the hallway mirrors. His fingers played with his hair and Arthur snorted at his vanity.
"Quoi? Can't I pride myself on my appearance?" Francis complained, looking at his husband with a pout. He could be so cruel sometimes.
"You obsess over your looks to a dangerous level, frog." Arthur said back, flipping his newspaper. He smirked as the Frenchman pouted further, deriving pleasure from the others suffering. It was quite amusing to tease him, in fact, it was one of his favorite past times.
"I obsess over my looks? And you Arthur? Every night you take thirty minutes deciding on what to wear and another thrity minutes to iron it out perfectly."
Arthur felt heat rise to his face and grumbled something unintelligible about the French before sticking his nose into his paper. He was only being a gentleman! And a gentleman always wore perfectly tailored clothing that sported not even a single wrinkle! Francis chuckled, slinking over to stand right behind the Englishman.
"If only you took as much care in the upkeep of your hair." The Frenchman sighed, his fingers running through the unruly golden mop. He tried to smooth down the wild strands but to no avail. Still, he continued threading his fingers through the blond locks, smiling lazily.
"My hair is just fine the way it is!" Arthur snapped, refusing to admit that he enjoyed the feeling of the others fingers in his hair. Francis' hair made him look girly, his own hair was perfectly fine. He did not lean his neck back as consent for Francis to continue, he was just... Bloody hell, he did like the feeling of him massaging his scalp with those skilled hands.
"Whatever you say, Arthur" Francis murmured, nuzzling his face into the blond's hair. His hands glided downward to rest on his lover's shoulders, squeezing them lightly. He knew just what Arthur liked, hopefully he could have some fun this morning.
"I have to go to work." Arthur reminded reluctantly, finishing off his tea. He had responsibilities at the shop, he couldn't just stay home for no reason.
"You can go in late." Francis whispered into his ear, leaning down to nibble at the lobe. His nimble fingers massaged at the others tense shoulders, urging him to stay. He knew when those shoulders relaxed it would signal that he had won.
"Frog." Arthur warned as he stood up, trying to pull away from the other. Even with a broken leg Francis could hold his own if it came to the prospects of sex. He was annoying in the way.
He pressed up onto the Englishman, cornering him with the table and placed a strong grip on his hips to hold him still. He supposed he'd have to cut the kissed him heatedly and Arthur finally complied, looping his hands around the others neck to pull him closer. Francis internally smirked, ever since the accident it had been much easier to coax Arthur into sex.
He pushed him down onto the table, never breaking away from those sinfully skilled lips. He blindly pushed away the tea, the plates, the newspaper and whatever else remained on the table as he ground his hips dow-
"Forgot my noteb- OH GROSS!" Alfred cried out, closing his eyes and turning away. "On the kitchen table? Really?" Blindly, he grabbed at his notebook before quickly scurrying out of the house. Wanting to get the mental picture out of his mind. Damn his forgetful nature!
Arthur took his chance, face red from embarrassment, as he slipped from his husbands clutches and hurried to the door. It was a sign that he should leave for work. Plus, he wanted to send a message to the bloody wino that he wasn't that easy to take advantage of. Or maybe he liked the idea of the other suffering with a hard on for the rest of the day. "Not this time frog." He mocked cruelly, slamming the door shut. Francis frowned as he heard the car leave.
How disappointing. Now what would he do? He wasn't suppose to return to work until Wednesday. He was stuck, alone at home with no husband to play with. Then, slowly, his frown was replaced with an evil little smirk. He would prepare for tonight, and, because Arthur had been so cruel to deny him, he believed handcuffs were in order. Yes, tonight he would take Arthur as many times as he wanted.
Ivan looked around the mass of high school students, trying to pinpoint the younger twin's head. No luck, unfortunately, there were a lot of blonds in this school to search through. He changed tactics, searching for an albino head and quickly spotted it. The white haired student was moving down to another hallway, and beside him, just as Ivan had expected, was his target.
He pushed his way through, the task made easier by his intimidating aura because the other students made way for him. He enjoyed such treatment, it came in handy in instances such as these. He quickly made his way down the hall, watching the pair with keen interest.
Gilbert was talking (which was yelling to a normal person) and holding Matthew's hand who seemed to just nod his head and smile patiently. He knew they were a couple, it was quite obvious, especially with Gilbert's constant displays of affection. Though, they seemed to settle down whenever Alfred was around... He wasn't sure why. Still, the German was usually all over the blond.
Like right now, when he kissed the other before pulling away with a grin. Matthew flushed and slapped his arm in feigned anger. Ivan wondered it he and Alfred would be like that...
He glanced at the clock in the hall, he was running out of time. He hurried forward and grasped the younger's shoulder, pulling him back. Matthew let out a surprised yelp, his hand tearing away from Gilbert's as he was unceremoniously wrenched away. Didn't this happen before? Luckily, he wasn't dragged away far, just a few feet.
Gilbert blinked in surprise before running back to Matthew's side. The hell? You couldn't just steal someone's boyfriend like that. It was so not awesome.
"Matvey, I need your opinion." Ivan stated, ignoring the angry albino tugging at Matthew's sleeve in a futile attempt to get him back. Ivan's hand remained on his shoulder just in case he tried to leave, firmly keeping him in place.
"Um...Ok." Matthew stumbled the words out, what else could he say? He had a sneaking suspicion Ivan wouldn't let him refuse even if he tried...
"Where would you advise a couple to go on their first date?"
"Oh, is this about your date with Alfred?" Matthew clarified, relaxing slightly. Gilbert paused, confusion replacing anger and then curiosity replacing confusion.
"Date? With Alfred? Woah! When did that happen?" He exclaimed, looking at Ivan with renewed interest. Seriously, last time he checked Alfred hated his Russian guts.
"Yes, they're going out on their first date at some point this week." Matthew stated and Ivan nodded. He didn't see why Gilbert needed to know but he had nothing to hide. Well, nothing where it concerned Alfred.
"So advice?" Matthew reiterated.
"Da. Should I take him to a romantic restaurant?" That was his original plan because the twin's french father had done so on his first date but, after his and Alfred's conversation, he realized the two didn't share the same view on the courting process. He didn't want to mess this up.
"No. I don't think Alfred would appreciate that. Um, you guys should probably hang out you know? Like on Saturday just spend the day together..." Matthew offered. He knew his brother was very reluctant and confused about this whole thing so making it a casual outing would probably be the best.
"What are you talking about Matt? Listen big guy, what you gotta do is be smooth. Take it from the awesome me, go on a romantic dinner then catch a movie and totally sneak a move when you're in the dark!" Gilbert advised with a great big grin. It was wiped off as Matthew elbowed him in the stomach quite harshly. Why was his boyfriend being so mean?
"Don't listen to him. Look, you should just hang out and do things that you like. Why not ask Alfred where he would like to go? I'm sure he'd appreciate that."
"No! Surprise him. Oh, you should rent a horse drawn carriage and go around the park with hot chocolate!" The albino cackled at the idea and Matthew glared at him. Gilbert ignored him, shiny red eyes looking up into violet ones. "Or you could hold hands and walked down the beach, collecting heart shaped sea shells as the moon basks its light upon you!"
"Gilbert! Shut up already! You're not helping." Matthew hissed out. "Ivan, just do something simple and fun and casual. You might scare Alfred away if you're too forward."
Ivan nodded slowly, trying to take in all the information. He felt more confused now than before. Especially with the albino driving in useless information. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. Perhaps he should teach him one day, he thought darkly.
"Where did you two go on your first date?" Ivan asked curiously. Maybe he could copy them since it seemed to have worked out fine.
Matthew reddened, shifting slightly. Should he deny the relationship? What if Ivan told Alfred? He certainly didn't want his brother to find out that way!
"We went to the movies and then got some ice cream." Gilbert responded proudly, snaking an arm around Matthew's shoulders to pull him closer. So much for denying it.
"Umm Ivan? Please don't tell Alfred we're dating." Matthew mumbled quietly, hoping the Russian would accept it without questions.
"Why?" Ivan asked, perplexed. Was he keeping it a secret? They weren't doing a very good job in his opinion.
"Because... Because I haven't told him yet and its best that I tell him." Matthew defended his decision. He would tell him that his little brother was dating, just when the time was right...
"Fine. I will not tell. And I will think about the advice." Ivan said, turning around and leaving for his first period class. He should probably find Alfred before hand though... Matthew nodded and watched him leave.
"Gil, what the hell was that?" He scolded, giving the student a harsh glare.
"What? I thought my advice was perfect!" The albino defended, "Plus why are you taking this so serious? Do you honestly think those two would ever get together?"
"Gil, Alfred is really confused by all this and I'd really appreciate it if you would refrain from messing all this up. Ok?"
"Ok, Ok. Sheesh. I'll refrain from interfering, though it would only get awesomer if I did." The albino decided not to bring up the fact that Matthew still hadn't told Alfred about their own relationship. He was getting tired of keeping it a secret but Matt wasn't ready to tell everyone yet...For some reason.
"Right..." Matthew rolled his eyes, thoughts drifting toward his brother's predicament.
Ivan was pretty scary, though Alfred never thought so. Still, was it ok to let his brother be with the Russian alone? The last time he encouraged Alfred to be with Ivan his brother had gotten a concussion. Granted, Alfred's idiocy had brought that on but...
"Matt? You ok? You got all frowny and unawesome.." Gilbert tugged at his hand, looking at him with worried ruby eyes, concerned about the others shift in moods. Matthew gave him a reassuringly smile.
"Oh, its nothing... I was just wondering if Alfred would be ok, alone with Ivan..."
"You're brother can take care of himself. And we know he can hold his own against that big Ruski" The Prussian commented, trying to reassure his cute little boyfriend. He hated it when Matthew was sad or worried.
"Yeah... But Alfred's pretty naive..." Matthew murmured, worry growing as he though more about it. Ivan seemed kind of manipulative and Alfred was sometimes too trusting of people. And with his emotions in a disarray as they had been for the past few days, it would be harder for him to realize when things were going downhill and he was in danger. What if his twin got hurt because he urged him to give the Russian a chance?
"Don't worry. Hey if you want, Saturday we can check on them. You know, covert style." Gilbert grinned at the idea. They could wear suits and sunglasses, sneak around in the bushes... Make out in the background... Awesome.
"I suppose we could. But not stalk them! Just make sure Al is ok..." Matthew mused. God, he felt like Alfred. Jumping to conclusion and he felt this idea was pretty stupid too... And usually it was Al who was overprotective of him, not the other way around.
Still, he'd rather be safe than sorry.
"Yeah, ok we can do that..."
Alfred's happy attitude seemed to crumble away, leaving behind self doubt and hesitation when he saw Ivan. Shit, how was he suppose to act toward him now? Was he suppose to be friendly? Loving? Ok no, not loving. Should he just ignore him? Should he talk to him? Shit, why was his life so complicated now?
"Hello Alfred." Ivan greeted with his usual creepy smile.
"Er..Hey." Well that was an awkward greeting. Come on Alfred, don't let the commie win. Just act normal, as if you weren't going out on date with him in the near future.
"Our date will be on Saturday. I shall pick you up at three." Well, that made it harder not to think about it.
"Oh...Ok" Alfred answered but then froze. Wait, three? That early? "What are we going to do that we need to start at three?"
Ivan shrugged, "I am still planning that part out. We shall enjoy each others company for the entire day and into the night."
"The entire day?" Alfred echoed feeling his stomach twist. Oh crap, he was not looking forward to that. They could barely keep a conversation going for longer than three minutes and they were suppose to hang out for an entire day? He knew this was a bad idea. Stupid Mattie, making him go along with all this.
"Do you have any suggestion of what we should do?" Ivan asked suddenly, interrupting Alfred's inner turmoil.
"Wait, you're asking me for input?" Ivan wasn't really like that. If he had an idea he would just roll with it and ignore anyone elses complaints. It was always his way, no matter what.
"Da, you are going on this date as well. I would prefer it if you enjoyed yourself during it." Ivan answered honestly, wondering why the other was so shocked that he would ask for his opinion.
"Oh." That was...kind of nice... Wait a minute. Why was he acting like such a girl? He was a man. No. He was a hero! And hero's didn't just sit on their asses until they were swept off their feet! No, they did the charming, they took action.
"I'll have to think about it, don't worry I'll think of something absolutely amazing." Alfred promised, his grin returning on to his face.
The bell rang and they parted ways, Alfred off to Spanish and Ivan off to his dreaded English class.
Fuck. He couldn't think of anything. What the hell were they suppose to do in ten minutes? Yeah, that's right ten minutes. Today was the fucking day and he still had nothing. What kind of a hero was he? A sucky one, that's who.
Damn it, who could he ask? He felt bad for asking Mattie for almost everything. He must really be annoyed by all his complaining by now. Plus, he was the big brother! He was suppose to be the one Mattie turned to!
He definitely did not want to ask his parents. Dad would probably yell at the idea of dating Ivan while Papa would just tell him some crazy positions that made things more pleasurable. Uck, such a creepy thought. Sex with Ivan...
Get the image out of your head. Get it out. He shivered in distaste. Back to the issue on hand.
"It'll be fine." Matthew assured, giving him a comforting pat on his shoulder. "Just try and have fun. Have an open mind and don't over think everything." He cautioned.
"I can't believe you're making me do this. Can't I cancel?" Alfred asked, his last ditch effort at escape. He would rather do homework then suffer the awkwardness that was to come.
"Too late, he's here. Good luck Al!" Matthew pushed him toward the door as it rang, signaling the arrival of his date.
Alfred sent him a glare before answering the door. Ivan smiled at him and the American sighed, resigning himself to his fate. He quickly grabbed the keys to his Papa's car (Ivan apparently couldn't drive nor had any plans to learn so he would be chauffeuring them on this day of hell) and left the relative safety of his home for the unknown of this weird-ass date.
Matthew shook his head with a sigh, his brother could be so very childish. Speaking of childish people, he needed to pick up Gilbert so that they could go on their own date. He called a goodbye to Papa, who had watched the whole spectacle with an amused smile, and grabbed the key to his Dad's car. Francis let out a little chuckle as his sons left for their own dates. How adorable, they were growing up so fast.
"What are you chuckling about?" Arthur questioned, coming down into the kitchen. Was the frog really just laughing to himself? He must of gone insane, then again he already was in many aspects.
"Rien, anyway, we have the whole house to ourselves now." Francis whispered seductively, his eyebrows moving suggestively.
"Its three o'clock in the afternoon! Keep it in your pants, damn Frenchy. Where are the boys?" Arthur hadn't known they had plans for the day...
"Out with Ivan and Gilbert" Francis replied, limping over to his husband's side so he could wrap his arms around him. He was not going to pass up the chance of doing very dirty things for a few hours. It was the perfect opportunity! Their children would be gone at least until dinner time, most likely later, which meant he had a huge window of opportunity to ravage his little Englishmen.
"Get off of me! I'm leaving, I'll go check on the bakery or the shop. Anything to get away from you when your acting like sex deprived Frenchman." Arthur snapped, trying to pry the groping hands from his body. No such luck. Sex deprived his arse! In fact the lingering pain in his arse could prove how satisfied Francis should be. Ungrateful bastard.
"Oh but mon amour, they took both of our cars. You are trapped in my loving embrace~" Francis cooed, peppering kisses along the struggling man's neck.
"What do you mean they took both cars? Why would they go separately?"
"Why, because they're each going on their own dates." Francis tensed, he wasn't suppose to say that. He definitely wasn't suppose to say that.
"Dates?" Arthur questioned, turning around to face the blond. Francis retracted his grip, looking sheepishly at the Englishman. "What dates? I was unaware that my sons were dating anyone. Care to enlighten me, frog?" His tone growing darker with every passing syllable he uttered.
"Er Well, Matthieu and Gilbert... They have been dating for quite some time now..." Francis answered, eyes shifting towards where the kitchen knives were. He needed to make sure they staid a considerable length away from his husband. He could get quite violent sometimes.
"My little, baby Matthew has been dating that—that obnoxious German? And for some time! When were you going to tell me?" Arthur growled incredulously, how could he keep this from him? Something this important. How could he even allow his precious Matthew to date the horrid albino! Sure, he could tolerate them as friends but this was something totally different.
"I was waiting for Matthieu to tell us himself! You see, he has been keeping it a secret from all of us, even Alfred! I figured it out because it is my specialty, but I didn't want to tell anyone until he admitted it." Francis quickly defended, raising his hands up in defense.
"And Alfred?" Arthur continued darkly.
"Now this I just found out a few moments ago! It appears that our little Alfred has a date with Ivan today."
"Ivan? The boy who sent our little Alfred to the hospital! The boy who almost broke his leg and almost got him expelled! You're letting that boy date our Alfred! How dare you let that happen! What if my baby gets hurt!" Arthur seethed, this just proved how horrible a parent Francis truly was!
"Non! Alfred is not a baby anymore, Arthur. He has proven to be quiet capable of defending himself against Ivan. And that was weeks ago. Have you even seen them now? They have become quiet friendly!" Francis reasoned, really Arthur could be too overprotective sometimes.
"I do not want him seeing that boy, Francis! He's a dangerous individual and gave Alfred a concussion. When they are together, Alfred only gets hurt! I refuse to let anyone else get hurt because of your carelessness. I'm sick of getting calls from the hospital, telling me that someone I love is currently being treated because some deranged student beat him up or some stupid driver ran him into the railing!" Arthur took in some deep, heavy breaths. His whole body trembling from the outburst. The ordeal had been weighing him down and he finally was able to let it out. He was so tired of people getting hurt in his life.
Francis' eyes softened and he reached over to his shaking husband, "Arthur..."
"I don't want to hear you." Arthur hissed back, turning away and crossing his arms. Damn it, Francis always had this bloody effect on him. He was always able to wear him down to his raw emotion.
"Shh, its ok. I understand." Francis murmured soothingly, wrapping his arms in a comforting embrace so much more different than the perverted one from seconds before. "Alfred will be fine, you do not have to worry. When he comes home you may speak to him about your worries but I'm sure he'll be alright. Remember, Alfred has sent Ivan to the hospital himself."
"That's not the bloody point" Arhtur whispered angrily, mostly at himself for getting so undone like this. Stupid frog.
"You can't protect him every moment of his life Arthur. Sometimes you have to set them free and trust them to take care of themselves. Our little boys are growing up into smart capable young men. They are not the scared little ones that stumbled on our doorstep so many years ago." Francis' words were soft and soothing, full of warmth as he tried to make Arthur relax in his arms. "And soon, they will leave to be in the world and live their own lives."
"I want them to stay my happy little baby boys forever." Arthur confessed softly, knowing that they would eventually leave him. The thought still made him so very sad.
"I do too Arthur, but that is impossible. Instead, we must let them have a little freedom because soon we won't be in charge of them any longer. And when that day comes, all we can offer is a place they can always return to if they ever face any trouble." Francis continued, kissing his husband on the forehead lovingly.
"I refuse to admit you ever being right." Arthur murmured, "But this is the closest I've ever gotten to saying it."
Francis chuckled, kissing him softly and enjoyed how his lover kissed back. Perhaps, now they could have some fun? Of course, he wouldn't do anything kinky... Maybe just some normal, passionate love making to reassure him he'd always be there for him. Nothing like that time before when he-
"Oh, Merde!" (Shit!) Francis cursed, pulling away from the embrace and almost dropping Arthur in the process, succeeding in ruining the moment completely.
"What? What?" The Englishman asked alarmed, seeing his husband frantically hobble over to his coat in order to search the pockets. He cursed under his breath the entire time.
"I think I left your pictures in my car..." He answered, sighing in defeat and he really wanted to look at them too! How could he have forgotten them?
"Pictures?" Arthur questioned, slightly confused before a blush bloomed on his face as realization hit him. "Bloody hell! Wait, they're in your car? The car Alfred is currently driving?"
"Oui." Francis admitted hesitantly.
"I swear to God I will succeed in killing you one of these days."
"How you wound me, Arthur! They are only pictures, and quite flattering ones if I do say so myself." Francis raised his eyebrows suggestively for added effect. "Anyway, they are in my glove compartment so I doubt they will find them."
Ivan's eyebrows raised in surprise as he looked though the pictures he had just found.
"What are you doing in Papa's glove compartment?" Alfred said, not taking his eyes off the road. Really, they're were probably some gross Papa things in there. Like lube, or condoms.
"If your father does these things, does that mean you will do them with me when we are this intimate?" Ivan questioned, flipping though the pictures with interest. They were only of Arthur, in sexual poses and wearing revealing clothing.
"Do what?" Alfred asked, pulling up into one of the parking lots in the city. Finally they were here and could get this whole ordeal over with.
"This." Ivan said simply, showing his date the naughty pictures of his British father in different outfits, most of them comprised of leather.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT GET THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM ME!" Alfred shrieked, pushing at his door to get away. He succeeded in opening it, but forgot about his seat belt which kept him secured to the vehicle. He was in a tangled mess until he pressed the seat belt button and was released. He stumbled out of the car and on to his ass. Fuck, that hurt. It didn't help that Ivan was giggling at him.
"Why the hell would you show me those? Put them away!" He screamed and Ivan complied, placing them back in the glove compartment.
"I apologize, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable." The Russian said easily, stepping out of the car gracefully and going over to where Alfred was still on the ground.
"Didn't mean to make me uncomfortable? What kind of shit eating lie is that? How would that not make me uncomfortable!"
Ivan giggled and shrugged, offering his hand to the American. Alfred at first wanted to refuse it, he could get up by himself thank-you-very-much. But then he remembered he said he would give this a chance and decided to accept it. He was hauled to his feet beside the taller student who smiled at him creepily, like usual.
"Now what?" Alfred asked, looking around at the bustling city before them.
"Now we go on our date." Ivan replied happily, taking the others hand and dragging him to the sidewalk.
Ah, fuck. This was going to be a very long day.
Filler chapter is a filler
I hope this one wasn't too boring.
Its just, I'm so excited for next chapter and the chapter after that and the chapter after that! Exciting stuffs going to happen X)
God, this is such a long story. I hope it isn't too slow for you guys.
Anyway, next chapter will be their date and some fun PruCan times sprinkled in between. Feel free to review more ideas for their date if you want, though I'm pretty sure whats basically going to happen.
Also, last chapter was the most review chapter of this story! With 31 reviews! Sorry, I felt I should state that.
It beat Chapter 16 which has 30 reviews, thats the one where you were all freaking about Francis and whether he was going to live or die :3
Third is Chapter 10 with 28, thats the dinner scene, which is my favorite lol.
Review my darlings, Review! For those reviews keep me on schedule! I love you all!