Francis turned over in his bed. He couldn't sleep. Not at all. The memory of leaving his boys with Arthur was all he could see and it haunted him for 9 years. Matthew and Alfred crying, Arthur furious. He couldn't bear it. He was sure Arthur was doing his best to take care of Matthew and Alfred, but he left Arthur with a drinking problem that went unsolved. With a sigh he grabbed his wallet and took out a picture he took of the boys when they were younger.

Matthew was holding his Kumajiro bear and Alfred was holding his toy alien Tony as they were on the swingset. The family had gone to the park for the day since it was summertime and the boys practically begged them to go. He smiled as he remembered the day he took the picture.

Alfred and Matthew ran to the jungle gym as Arthur and Francis took their time walking with smiles on their faces and hands held together. Their boys practically begged them to go to the park. Arthur was against the idea at first knowing what the other parents at the park might say and/or do if they discovered the boys' parentage but Francis was all for the idea. The boys needed to get out of the house and it was hot as hell in that place.

A few people had looked at them watching the boys play and their entwined hands. Some people thought it was cute and walked up to them and complimented on what cute children they had while some other people took their kids and left the park. One old woman even had the nerve to walk up to Alfred and Matthew and tell them bad things which had them crying and Arthur, the one who thought this was a terrible idea, at ready to defend his children.

"That is enough ma'am!" The woman looked at him with disgust in her eyes.

"What? I'm just telling them the truth of what destiny they've got coming to them when they die! How can you and your long-haired fag over there be dragging these innocent boys to hell?! They should be raised with whoever really had them!" Arthur tightened his grip around his sons' shoulders.

"4 years ago the person that had them didn't want anything to do with them and me and my husband were more then happy to give them a home." Arthur had used the lie he and Francis came up with whenever people asked how the boys came to be. They really came to be because Arthur had somehow gotten pregnant.

No one had an explanation or a cause, it just happened. To avoid any sort of confusion or anything, Francis had to dress Arthur as a girl, much to the other's displeasure. When it came time to give birth, they had a home birth planned out. It was risky but Arthur and the twins survived though it caused a bit of alcoholism in Arthur. Francis had enough of watching the show and had to walk in there to defend his family.

"I would appreciate it if you wouldn't be so mean and hateful to my sons and husband ma'am." Francis said in the nicest tone he could. The woman spat on Francis then walked away receiving praise from a couple people but getting some hate from everyone else. The Frenchman picked up one of his wailing sons and tried to calm him down.

"Shh... stop crying little Matthieu. The mean lady is gone now." Matthew tried to calm down but that failed as he kept crying harder.

"That mean lady said mean things to me and Mattie!" Alfred was able to say through his tears as Arthur hugged the child more.

"What kind of things sweetheart?"

"She was saying that we would grow up stupid and saying that we're tainted and going to be like you then going to Hell unless we're taken away from Daddy and Papa! We don't wanna be taken away from Daddy and Papa we love you guys!" Alfred said while he was drying his tears.

"Matthieu, Alfred. Though you do not have a mom and dad like other children do, you have a daddy and papa that love you all the same. You won't turn out like us, who you are going to be when you grow up will only be influenced by the choices you make as you go along in life." The Frenchman said to his sons. They nodded in understanding pretending to grasp what their papa was saying as it was confusing to them.

Francis set Matthew down then he and Alfred resumed playing. Arthur tugged Francis along with him in case any other homo-phobics wanted to talk anymore trash about the way they lived around his babies. The boys were playing on the swings and trying to see who could go up higher but that proved a bit difficult seeing as they were going at a certain height.

The Brit walked over to his sons and gave them a little boost in speed and soon their sons were laughing each time they were going up and coming back down. Francis couldn't help but take a picture after they were done on the swings.

Francis smiled as he closed his wallet and stared up at his ceiling. He wondered if the boys even remembered him. It had been so long since they saw him that he had a sense they forgot. Or maybe they somehow got it through their heads that he was never coming back after that fight. Shit had seriously hit the fan on their family life that day.

He let out a sad sigh as he turned over and tried to go to sleep but that proved difficult when that damn Austrian upstairs wouldn't stop blasting his damn Chopin so loud that everyone in the apartment building must hear it! With a growl, Francis grabbed his table clock before he marched out his apartment and to the Austrian's apartment door and practically banged on it. He kept banging on it until Roderich answered the door with a not amused face.

"What the hell do you want?" Roderich asked like nothing was phasing him about the crazy volume his music was playing at.

"Do you have any idea what time it is in the morning here in America?! It's 3:19 in the morning and you're keeping the apartment building up by blasting that Godforsaken Chopin again and I'm sure Elizabeta would agree with me!"

"Elizabeta is sound asleep! She likes it when I play my Chopin through the night, it puts her to sleep like a mother's lullaby would a baby. Just come in and look at her peacefully sleep." The Austrian said dragging Francis inside. Okay, watching someone else's girlfriend is PERFECTLY normal. Nope, nothing wrong with it. He thought as he was watching Elizabeta sleep like nothing was bothering her. Francis took this little opportunity to reach into her ears and take out the earplugs he had a feeling would be there. Almost immediately, Elizabeta woke up with a shout.

"RODERICH TURN THE DAMN CHOPIN OFF BEFORE I CHOP IT OFF!" She screamed over the music. Roderich quickly went to his speakers and turned the Chopin off and came back in like ten seconds. Francis laughed at the situation and gave the earplugs back to Elizabeta before walking for the door with a smile on his face.

"Now I can try to catch up on my beauty sleep! Don't try to fight over something so trivial you two crazy lovebirds."

"You should have tried to follow your own advice before cheating on your husband and having to leave your children after that fight." Roderich said before getting punched in the shoulder by Elizabeta and Francis paused in his step. He really could have done without Roderich mentioning that. He curled his hand into a tight fist.

"I didn't mean to cheat on him. I've tried to tell him many times but he never picks up the phone. It was just a mistake I have to live with. I'm sorry for bothering you two." Elizabeta felt bad for the guy. When he first moved in he had some tears in his eyes and when she'd asked him why he was crying he told her what happened. She had cried a little herself because it was a sad story.

Francis returned to his apartment with some of his feelings hurt. Just when he was in a good mood too. There were times he absolutely hated living in this damn building but this was the only decent apartment he could even afford. With a troubling sigh he fell asleep.

In the next few hours, he woke up to see a pair of green eyes staring back at him. Feeling scared, he jumped up and let out a (manly) scream as he fell to the floor. A mad howl of laughter as heard as he groaned and looked to see his best friend, Antonio, clutching his sides.

"Not even funny mon ami. How and why did you even come here anyways?" Francis asked in a confused state because he was sure he locked the door when he came back to the apartment. He must have forgotten to put the alarm on.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember? Besides, I hacked your alarm system too."

"That answers the how, but it doesn't answer the why." Antonio smacked his forehead as some sort of way to say that he remembered why he was there.

"Elizabeta called and asked me to come cheer you up because when you left her apartment, you looked a little sad. What happened amigo?"

"Roderich brought up the fact that I cheated on my husband and had to leave him and my kids. I should probably call and see how he and the boys are doing." He reached for his phone but Antonio's hand stopped him before he could grab it.

"No no no. You shouldn't call. He never answered your calls then and I can almost guarantee Arthur not answering you now." Francis ignored him and picked up his phone anyways and dialed his ex-lover's number. The phone rang a few times before it was picked up.

"What the hell do you want you damn frog?"

"I just wanted to check up on you and the boys. I was thinking about you three last night. How are the boys doing? Do they remember me at all?" A short silence that seemed like hours of silence was heard on the other end of the line.

"Yes. They still remember you. Even after all this time I don't understand how they ever did." Francis was delighted to hear that. When he can get Arthur to let him see them, they would actually remember.

"Now come on man, there has to be a reason why you called me other than that hmm?"

"Oui, do you think maybe I can come over and visit Matthieu and Alfred? I haven't seen them since they were five and I'm sure that they'l bee happy to see me again." There. He said it. Another long pause sounded and some voices were heard in the background who he guessed might have been the TV going. Finally, Arthur let out an angry sigh.

"No."

"What?"

"I said no Francis. Look, yesterday I told the boys why I had you leave. Matthew, he doesn't really know what to think of you anymore and Alfred, he was denying that I was telling the truth. I don't think you should see them anyways."

"I have a right to see my children Arthur!" Francis snapped. Why shouldn't he be allowed to see his kids?! He practically raised those boys for five years.

"I know you do, but now certainly isn't a good time to visit. The boys just found out why I had Papa leave and I lost my job yesterday and I'm trying to look for another one. Besides, I don't want them to pretend like they actually enjoyed your visit like I would pretend."

"I practically raised those boys while you were out at work or getting drunk! I deserve to see them! Why won't you let me see them?"

"I don't want them to have to face the man that practically turn his back on his sons! Need I remind you who's been taking care of your boys since you left?! You know what you can sit there and pretend that your father of the fucking year all you want but you were apart of those two lives for only five years. Goodbye and don't fucking call me again unless it's important!" With that, an angry British man hung up on the phone. Francis growled as he hung his own head in regret.

Meanwhile Arthur was pissed. After all those years, that douche calls again? He was still never going to let that bastard near him again. Not with how things are now. He groaned as he put his head in his hands.

"I know you two were listening, come on out now." Matthew and Alfred came out of their hiding spots and stared at their father. The last time they saw him that pissed was the day Papa left.

"Who was on the phone Dad?" Alfred asked. Arthur looked at his sons who both had equal looks of confusion on their faces.

"No one important boys. Don't worry about it. It's breakfast time right? What do you guys want me to make you?"

"I'm not hungry." Matthew said retreating to his and Alfred's room and Alfred had followed him. Maybe he should have asked that frog if he could come and help out but then he'd find himself falling in love with him all over again. He started to cry at the memories of being in love with him.

"Francis stop! It tickles!" Arthur laughed as Francis placed feather light kisses that tickled all over his stomach. They'd just found out through a little test that Arthur was pregnant. After the confusion of how it was possible passed, Francis spun Arthur around until he was dizzy. The Frenchman laughed as he kissed his lover again.

"I can't help myself! We're going to be parents Arthur! I'm so excited!"

"Calm down, we have a little while until our little treasure is born. I don't know if I'll be a good father or not." They kissed again and then Francis cupped his lover's cheek.

"When our treasure is born, you will be an excellent Daddy and I'll be a good Papa."

Arthur chuckled, "Already deciding on what the baby is going to call us?"

Arthur sighed as he went upstairs to his sons room and saw the brothers had fallen back asleep. He smiled as he kissed both of their foreheads. As much as a prick he could be, he still loved his sons.

"Have sweet dreams my little treasures. Though it may not seem like it with how I act, I love you and nothing will change that." With that, he walked out of the room.

Me: Okay, this chapter could've gone a little better, but what they hey this is as much as I could come up with! I hope I didn't disappoint! This is OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D