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And here comes Chapter 7 :D

Once Arthur assumed the coast was clear he unlocked Alfred's bedroom door. He looked to his left, then to his right, and dashed down the hall to the guest room. The angel smirked to himself, happy that he was in the clear.

Francis was nowhere in sight.

With a happy sigh the angel plopped on the guest bed. It was nice to be able to relax. He curled on his side, his back facing the wall as a precaution. Seeing as how Matthew had gotten home just an hour ago, Arthur guessed that Francis and Alfred would have their hands full with him.

A nap seemed in order. And right now seemed like the perfect time, Arthur thought as his eyelids grew heavier. It didn't take long before the angel was out cold.

This little nap turned into a deep slumber. When Arthur opened his eyes, he quickly registered that it was already dark outside. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his temple. He had a throbbing headache.

There was a giggle to his left. The angel went rigid, and jerked his head to find someone lying beside him in his bed.

Francis. Naked. In his bed.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing in my bed, you wanker!?" Arthur screamed, hitting the man repeatedly. "Put some clothes on! Have you no decency?!"

The naked blond only grinned, covering himself with the blankets.

Remember to get fresh sheets from Alfred, Arthur reminded himself as he glowered at the perverted man.

"Why, mon cheri, you shouldn't be so angry all the time. It isn't becoming of you. You were purring underneath me only a little while ago, why must you play hard to get?" Francis snickered.

Arthur blushed furiously, only hitting the man harder. "I was asleep! And there is no way I would bleeding do that with you! Of all people!"

"Oh, little naïve chaton. You think you were dreaming because I fulfilled all of your fantasies, of course!"

"Get out!"

"What the fuck are you guys arguing about now?! It's fucking two in the morning for Christ's sake!" Alfred roared as he slammed open the door. It was bad enough that he had to wake up in four hours, but now he would have to deal with these two's constant bickering.

Alfred's eyes quickly locked onto Francis. "You. Downstairs. Now. You're not allowed in this room from now on." The exhausted man moved his gaze to Arthur once the unwanted curly blond made his way to the living room.

"You guys are lucky Mattie's a heavy sleeper." Alfred ran his hand down his face in an attempt to stay awake. Arthur fiddled with his fingers.

"I don't want to stay here…with that man." Arthur managed to whisper. He knew he shouldn't complain. After all, he was lucky to have been taken in to begin with. "I can't stand him."

The blue eyed man sighed, walking inside the room to stand in front of the angel who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry," was the only thing he could say. Francis had to stay here. If Francis didn't stay, he and Matthew would lose the house and have to stay in some crappy apartment, or live on the streets.

He kneeled on the floor in front of Arthur, trying to look the creature in the eyes. "Please try to understand that we need this money. I know ya don't like Francis, hell, I can barely put up with him sometimes." He chuckled, and patted Arthur's shoulder. "I know he's not the greatest person, but he's doin' his best to help me out. I mean, he's payin' rent here and still payin' his house, too. That takes a real friend, Arthur."

Arthur glanced up to be met with Alfred's pleading stare. "Please, he won't be stayin' long. And I don't want ya to leave…'til your wing heals."

The angel laid his head on the man's shoulder and gave a sigh of his own. Alfred did his best to ignore his heart that was threatening to rip through his chest. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man's shoulders.

"…fine."

The blue eyed man beamed with happiness, giving Arthur a gentle squeeze.

As Alfred was about to thank the Brit for being so awesome and understanding when he realized how close they really were. It seemed that Arthur had realized the same exact thing.

"Alfred," Arthur began, starting to push him away half-heartedly. He couldn't even pretend to stop him.

The human leaned down and captured the green eyed angel's lips in a kiss. They melted together, almost forgetting that there was a child in the room next door and a perverted blond downstairs. Arthur had wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist tentatively, his lips being crushed by the other's. The angel could feel Alfred's fingers tangle in his hair. It was at this that Arthur had lost the battle he had been fighting against himself.

He liked Alfred. More than he should.

Of course, these moments were never as perfect as you wished they would be, seeing as how a certain Frenchman was peering through the open space in the doorway, taking pictures on his phone. Proof. Blackmail to get Alfred later, Francis giggled quietly to himself as he walked down the stairs as silent as possible.

"Just a friend, huh? We'll see about that in the morning Alfred Jones," Francis whispered as he sat back down on the couch, a smug grin on his face.

It was after this that the two had finally pulled apart. Their breathing seemed to synchronize together in their silence. Blue eyes just stared into pools of green, neither knowing exactly what to say after that.

"W-Well…uhm," Alfred started, hesitantly letting Arthur go, "…g-good night."

Arthur let Alfred go as well, staring at the floor. "A-Ah, good night to you as well." He said shakily, rolling back into bed as a bright red color filled his cheeks.

The blue eyed man nodded and closed the door as Arthur turned over on his back to gaze up at the ceiling. He covered his face with his hand in embarrassment.

"God, save the Queen."

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Alfred found himself at the kitchen table two hours later, chugging down his third cup of coffee.

"Stupid, stupid," he scolded himself, using the palm of his hand to cover his face, pretending as if he was hiding away from his shame.

He couldn't sleep after what had happened in the guest room. The kiss kept replaying in his over and over his mind. The way Arthur seemed to fit perfectly there in his arms, the way their hearts seemed to beat as one during that moment; it just all felt so perfect. And the realization of this only killed Alfred inside even more.

"What seems to be the matter, mon ami? Something troubling you?" Alfred heard Francis ask from the doorway. His voice was thick with sarcasm.

The blue eyed man rolled his eyes and rose up from his chair to put the coffee mug in the sink.

Francis followed.

"So, I've been simply dying to ask you, is that chaton single?" Francis grinned, strolling around the kitchen. "I mean, even if he isn't, that won't stop me or anything. But still."

Alfred kept his eyes glued to the dishes in the sink. "He's not lookin' for somethin' like that. I think he might like somebody, I dunno who though. I don't like to pry into his personal life."

The curly blond cocked a brow. "Hm."

"How long is he staying?"

Alfred swallowed thickly. "However long he needs to," the golden blond shrugged, running his hands over the dishes as he scrubbed them clean.

Please, tell me that door wasn't open last night. God, oh God, send me out a lifeline here!

"Is there, maybe, a reason why your door is so widely open for Arthur?" Francis persisted, leaning his back against the sink's border, phone in his hands.

"He's a friend. I think that's all the reason. You know how I am, I love to help those in need."

"Ah, but perhaps it is you, mon ami, who needs Arthur more than the little green eyed chaton needs you." The curly blond smirked, flipping the screen of his phone open to show the countless pictures of Alfred and Arthur's last encounter. Nobody could keep secrets from Francis, not even Alfred.

Staring at the evident proof, Alfred's body began to tremble with anger. The plate he was rinsing dropped from his hand and clattered in the sink. He was lucky it didn't break.

"Who is this boy, Alfred? How did he just pop out of nowhere?"

"I-I don't know! I only know his name, alright?! I don't want to talk about this right now!" He quickly squeezed his eyes shut, tremors ripping through his body as he leaned over the sink.

Francis scowled and stood his ground. "If you only know his name then why were you kissing him so tenderly? I know this isn't normal behavior for someone like you, Alfred."

"I-I told you I don't know! I guess I was just vulnerable! I've been feeling useless ever since I lost my job, and the fact that Matthew and now Arthur depend on me, it makes me feel wanted! I couldn't help myself! I didn't even know I was that way to begin with!" Alfred clawed at the sink's border, trying to not believe his own words. But it was true. He loved that Arthur was dependent on him. That Matthew was dependent on him. He felt needed. Like a hero. He shuddered and shook his head. "I've been going insane ever since I lost my job! You don't understand! You don't understand any of what I'm feeling right now. Nothing!"

"You lost your job?"

Alfred and Arthur jerked their heads in the direction of the voice. Their eyes found Matthew who was standing at the staircase his backpack in his arms.

The blue eyed man felt his throat go dry and stared at the child, staggering towards him.

"M-Mattie, I—"

"Alfred, why didn't you tell me?"

He faltered.

"I…I didn't want to disappoint you…Mattie, I swear, I'm going to job interviews today! Just give me some time and I—"

The little curly blond only shook his head and shoved past the taller man, slamming the door as he left.

He felt like a superhero that had just been drained of all his powers. He was useless. Defeated. And there was nothing he could do to make it right.

Alfred was only human.