It was dinner time in the house again. Alfred slowly walked down the stairs and Matthew practically kicked Gilbert out then joined his family. Just like any other night, everyone was silent. The family ate in silence as no one wanted to say anything. Alfred didn't want to talk about his small vistory, Matthew didn't want to open up about his cutting problem, and Arthur didn't want to say anything about applying for a job. Suddenly, the phone rang and Arthur got up to answer it.

There was some hushed yelling that had the boys curious as they tried to listen closely at the conversation but could get nothing. When Arthur came back, he had his poker face on... which also meant his straight face. He rejoined his sons at the table and started eating his dinner again.

"Who was on the phone?" Matthew asked quietly, trying to start a little conversation. Arthur looked up and then looked back down at his plate.

"It was nothing important. Nothing you should concern yourself with." Was all he said. Alfred, for some reason, wasn't buying any of his father's shit. He knew something was up but didn't press on for any information as he kept eating his dinner. The rest of the dinner was silent as the family of three kept eating.

After dinner, the family went their separate ways. Arthur going into the living room to sulk and shout at the football match whenever his home team screws up, Matthew did his homework and turned in early, and Alfred just played computer games. Nothing too fancy. Alfred kept trying to get how his father acted when Matthew asked who was on the phone.

He shook his head but some part of him couldn't stop thinking that Papa might have called, but Arthur wasn't talking. A sigh left his lips as he turned his computer off and plopped down into bed with his toy alien. Clucthing Tony tightly to his chest, he fell into a dreamless sleep. Meanwhile, Arthur was watching the game with a miserable look on his face. Why did Francis have to call? He bitterly thought as he glared at the phone.

Francis called earlier and that got Arthur in a sour mood. The LAST person he thought he'd ever hear from again. He angrily sighed as he shut the TV off and went to bed. As he started to fall asleep, he started to think about how happy he and Francis were.

"Francis!" Arthur yelled when his French lover literally swooped him off his feet and planted a few kisses on his lips. The Brit couldn't blame him though, he was so happy about finally being married. Francis laughed as he set his 'wife' on the ground.

"I'm so sorry. I'm just happy that we're married, besides, isn't it tradition here in America for a husband to carry his wife over the threshold?" When the young couple couldn't decide where to live after they were officially married, they were suggesting all kinds of countries to live in.

They could have lived in Scotland or Ireland, but Arthur didn't want to be in the same place as his brothers. Then there was the option of living in Germany, but then they'd have to live with Francis' ex-girlfriend who still held a grudge against Arthur. Finally, they settled on America. Francis always wanted to see the Statue of Liberty and be proud that a man he could have been related to had helped make the statue and Arthur had always wanted to check out Broadway so it was a win-win situation.

Arthur facepalmed as he kissed his husband back and kept his head hung low.

"Calm down there. Just because we're American citizens, doesn't mean we actually ARE American."

"I know, but we're married now and when you're married, you do crazy things! Now, why don't we get you out of this dress~" Francis purred in Arthur's ear as he kicked the door closed and started kissing his spouse's face while his hands went under the dress. Arthur moaned at the feeling of his husband's hands and pulled away from him.

"Damn frog..."

Francis laughed, "You love me anyways. Let us break our marriage in a bit, oui?" The reply the Frenchman got was his 'wife' pulling him into a rough kiss by his tie and pulling him to the bed.

Arthur violently shook his head with a slight nosebleed. Out of all the times to remember, why THAT one?! A small knock on the door was heard and then it opened to reveal Matthew holding his Kumajiro bear. He slowly walked in and stopped at the foot of the bed.

"What is it son?" Arthur asked as he got his nose cleaned up.

"I don't feel so good." The teen groaned, clutching his stomach. Arthur went to the bathroom and got something for his son's stomach.

"Take two of these and go to bed. If they don't work then you're going to stay home from school tomorrow." Matthew nodded and walked out of the room but before he left, he said something.

"Whatever you feel, Dad... you can always tell me and Alfred. We'll try to understand or help." And with that, Matthew walked out of the room. The Brist wanted to tell his sons that their father called two times but he didn't know how they'd take the news. Matthew would probably cry and Alfred will probably want to see him again. A sigh escaped his lips as he went to bed and fell asleep. You're wrong Matthew, I can't tell you and your brother...

Francis couldn't sleep. Not only did Arthur hang up the phone, but he didn't get a chance to talk to Alfred or Matthew. He turned over on his bed with a scowl on his face as he blankly stared at the wall. With a growl, he got up and turned the TV on as he hoped that would help him fall asleep. Francis flipped the channel to some late night show. Francis easily fell asleep.

The next morning, Francis was woken up by a violent knocking at the door. Groaning and wiping his hands on his face, he walked to the front door and looked through the peephole and was stunned. It was Arthur! He gulped as he opened the door and there stood Arthur. He was still as Francis remembered. Blond hair in a touselled bed hair sort of look, incredible green eyes, and his eyebrows still looked like fucking caterpillars.

"Arthur... what a lovely surprise. Come in, won't you?" Arthur nodded and walked in as he started to look at what Francis had.

"Look Francis, I'm only going to make this brief, but..." Arthur trailed off as he looked into his ex's eyes.

"But what?"

"I need you to quit calling me. So much is going on for me and the boys right now and I just can't deal with you right now." Francis was stunned to hear this for the third time.

"Arthur Bonnefroy, I DEMAND to see my sons." He said in a demanding tone. Hearing the name 'Bonnefroy' Arthur slapped Francis. Hard.

"Do NOT call me that Godforsaken name ever again! I changed my last name, as well as the boys' last names."

"Wow, the Kirklands down the street, has a beautiful ring to it."

"I changed their names to something different you sarcastic frog! Alfred's last name is Jones and Matthew's last name is Williams. I let the boys pick their last names when we were going through the name changing process." Francis was frozen to hear the news. Not only had Arthur changed his last name, but Alfred's and Matthew's too? Tears filled his eyes as Francis punched a wall.

"What the fuck?! Why couldn't you have told me about this? They're my sons too!" Francis yelled. He was down-right pissed.

"At the time you weren't around so give me an idea of why YOUR fucking opinion would be considered valid in that kind of process!"

"We're married you good for nothing British drunk!"

"Married? Oh please, we haven't said those three little words to each other in almost ten fucking years! We haven't been living together!"

"We'd still be living together is you just let your anger go and left my little affair in the past!"

"I don't have to deal with this shit right now. I'm going to be late for a job interview." Arthur said as he shoved Francis out of his way and walked out of the door before Francis could say anything else. He slammed the door as he put his back to the wall and slid down with his face in his hands. Merde... everytime we talk it ends in yelling and we get nowhere! He thought as he got up and lit a cigarette. Another failed attempt to get close to Arthur.

Meanwhile, Arthur drove to his job interview. He was so mad. All he wanted to do was ask Francis to stop calling him. Just a simple request until Francis had to fuck it up. He growled as he approached a stop light. Arthur put a hand to his forehead as he waited for the light to turn green.

"Calm down man. The sooner you get to this interview the sooner you get home." He repeated to himself over and over. He really wanted to get this job. It payed well, had reasonable hours, and it was more in his area of expertice. When the light turned green, he drove off and to the building he wanted to work at. When he got there, he gulped and walked in the doors. Better now then never.

Matthew was not having a very good day. He had to stay at home because of a raging fever and stomach ache. He got out of bed and went downstairs to heat up some soup like Arthur told him to. As he waited for the soup to be finished in the microwave, he saw the knife he always cut himself with when no one's around. He reached for it but then put his hand down.

Gilbert tried to get Matthew some help for his problem. Everytime the boy tried, he would always go back to the knife. Matthew had been doing good until he couldn't take it anymore. Matthew wanted to scream out what Dad and Alfred's fights did to him. He pretended not to care and live with it but it got too hard to live with it. Something just told him that he would never be able to live with it and to just cope.

The microwave went off but he didn't care as he stared at the knife. He picked it up and then looked around quickly to make sure Arthur wasn't popping out anywhere and lifted up his pant leg to a bunch of cuts. With a sigh, he made one small cut and then cleaned the knofe of evidence and placed it back where it was like nothing happened. Matthew grabbed his food out of the microwave and started to eat just in time for Arthur to get home.

Arthur walked in and as he closed the door behind him, he slid down the door and loosened his tie. He totally bombed that interview. He just knew it. They said they'd call him to let him know but Arthur knew what meant. They weren't gonna call him back. Ever. He didn't get the job. With a sigh he got up and left his spot and went into the kitchen to see Matthew eating his soup at the table.

"Hello Matthew. How are you feeling?" Arthur asked as he sat down at the table with his son.

"I got a bit hungry so I decided to heat something up. How did the job interview go?"

"I don't think I gotthe job. They said they'd call me within a week to let me know, but I know what that means. If I don't get this job, I don't know what I am to do to pay these bills." Matthew sawthis as an opportunity to bring up Papa.

"Maybe you ask Papa if he could help out?" He suggested again. Arthur looked up but, unlike the last time Francis was mentioned, didn't do anything.

"No... I can't ask that from your father. Besides, I don't think he'd want to help out my drunken ass." Then, just like that, Arthur trugged up the stairs and went to his room and cried. Matthew could hear Arthur crying and couldn't help but be a little sad for his father. Ever since Papa left, Arthur had been losing job after job and hasn't been having real good luck lately. He sighed as he put his soup back in the microwave and went to his room and laid down.

Meanwhile, Arthur had been crying into a pillow. Depression had started to creep into his mind. He really shouldn't have went to Francis's apartment. It was just a powdercake waiting to explode in disaster and failure. And it DID explode. With a sigh, he took the paper Francis's adress was on and put it in the drawer in the bedside table. He didn't even want to look at that piece of paper right now. He just wanted to forget today went.

Me: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This took me freaking forever! Anyways, since it is Halloween, polls for Romeo and Cinderella sequel have closed and that means tomorrow I will count your votes and I will post the winning pairing on Tumblr so be on the look out for that this weekend! And there is a HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT! Since Bringing Papa Home has been doing well in reviews, views, followers, favorites and even landed in a community, I am considering turning Bringing Papa Home into an audio book on Soundcloud! I have no idea if I'm gonna be on the go with it or not because I have a soft voice so I will be kind of hard to hear, but let me know what you think! This is Janae AKA OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D