Me: Hey guys, so I'm gonna say somethings here before you go on reading the chapter. 1) I changed Francis and Arthur's wedding date to May 25th because I liked it better than August 20th like earlier in the chapter and I forgot the wedding date because I thought I really did say May 25th at first. I mean, I saw them as more of a "We're getting married in Spring" kind of people instead of so late in summer. Plus, now that I think of it, I may rewrite some parts of chapter 24 because I have the feeling where I need to continue onto or completely rewrite because some bits because I feel like I rushed to finish. 2) If anyone was confused by how I said that Arthur and Francis having Alfred and Matthew was mpreg but then changed to adoption so here's the full explanation if some didn't get it:

Arthur did somehow get pregnant by Francis and at first they were happy but then reality and bio lessons settled in and, to avoid being on tabloids and all that crazy shit that comes with it, they decided to have Arthur dress up as a woman when he was out in public or anyone visited the house. When it came time for the twins to come, it was home birth and they came out alright. But when Alfred and Matthew got a little older wondered how they were born, Arthur was the one to make the story on the spot and the story that was told at least twice in this story (I could be wrong on how many times that story was told) was their explanation for the boys' existence for everyone else but the lovely soon-to-be married again couple knows the truth.

Me: There you go. Trust me guys, you wouldn't believe how many times I have to go back in the text when I'm writing these chapters and I'm trying not to make BPH as half-assed as Romeo and Cinderella was because trust me, thinking about how the story went, it was a half-assed story line I was following but, nevertheless, people loved it and I can't complain but I may write another one with AmeIta or Germano or Frain or EngIta in the future. Or possibly rewrite the original. I don't know. I'll see how I feel about it in a month. Anyways, spent WAY too much time on this. Let the story roll!

Antonio woke up the next morning and tried to recall the events of last night. Did he always fall asleep with his clothes on? He got up and walked out of his bedroom very confused. It wasn't until he smacked his head with his hand that he remembered what happened. Francine came by with Arcelia last night and said that she was going back to France but without their daughter.

The memories of last night and the fight he got into with Francine left a bitter taste in his mouth. What he couldn't understand was how and why. How can a mother think about her own child as a mistake? Why does she think about Arcelia like that? He didn't know the answers, but one thing he was sure of is that he never wants his baby to be around her anymore. Another thought struck his mind: What was he going to tell Arcelia? She would be heartbroken when he told her. He knew how much she loved both of her parents and to hear that one of them thought that she was a mistake and thought bad things about her would really mess her up in how she thought about herself later in life. His sweet baby. He couldn't do that to his sweet baby girl. How can he tell her? A tug on his pants brought him out of his thoughts and he looked down at his daughter.

"Papi? Where's Madre?" Antonio looked into those big blue eyes. How can he look at those eyes and tell a horrible truth? He smiled at her and ruffled her hair.

"Madre decided she couldn't take care of you anymore with her crazy work schedule so you'll be living with me." Arcelia pouted. She wasn't really surprised and she was used to her mother not being around the house much. She wanted to spend time with her but every time she tried, her mother would always have something to do and she'd be alone.

"Don't be like that, little tomato. This way, you and I get to make up for lost time and we'll get to live together again."

"I wanted the three of us to live together as a family again. I thought Madre would stop modeling and spend time with me like she did before France."

"Look on the bright side of things, you'll meet some amazing people here and you'll never be alone. Besides, we'll have great fun this summer and at school you'll make new friends so please don't pout. You said you'd be my brave little girl and smile for me, remember?" The girl's pout turned into a smile. Like all girls her age, all Arcelia wanted more than anything in the world was time with both of her parents and she wanted her family to be together. It made her sad to think about being separated from any of them, especially since she was used to being miles away from one and the other one was always busy doing God knows what. Antonio pulled her into a tight hug.

"It's all right little tomato. Everything will be okay, things will work out in the end." Antonio comforted the child. Everything had to be okay and everything would be okay. The two went to the kitchen and Arcelia was playing with the spoon. One question filled her mind and it made her wonder. Was that why her mother left her here? She had to ask. If she didn't, she would probably forget about it.

"Did Madre really leave me here because she hates me?" The Spaniard stopped what he was doing and looked at his daughter with a disbelieving look. Did she really just say that? Arcelia wanted an answer to her question and Antonio can't deny her that. His face softened when he finally knew how to answer her question.

"That isn't the case. Madre loves you and she couldn't take care of you anymore so she decided to leave you here with me. You see, sometimes grown ups do things that don't seem nice at first but in the end it turns out to be a good idea. Madre is doing something good for you though it doesn't look like it. One day when you're older you'll understand better." The girl seemed to understand what her father was saying. While in France, she learned from her mother's assistant, Eric, that sometimes grown ups had to do things that they didn't want to do but they had to do. If that was why her mother left her here then that was why. Madre didn't hate her, she loved her but just didn't show it too well.

Meanwhile, Antonio felt like he was a terrible person. He always told the truth to his daughter and she did the same in return but now, he was lying to her. He had a good reason to lie to her but he still felt terrible. Guilt rose up in him when he saw that she fully believed him. He hated lying. It was the first lesson he taught Arcelia when she was old enough to remember things. The Spaniard couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite to his own words but it was for good reason and it doesn't make him out like a liar. Right? He mentally sighed. Now all he had to wait for was the day Arcelia would somehow find out the truth for herself. Hopefully when that day comes, she won't be too mad.

Francois woke up to the sound of an air horn beeping into his ear and it caused him to fall off the bed. He glared at Akbar who just had to fucking wake him up like that! That shit hurt his ear and that Prussian asshat had one more fucking time to do that before his ass went out on the fucking streets! He ripped the airhorn from him and threw it across the room in a fit of temporary rage.

"What the hell have I told you about that Akbar?! One more fucking time then it's to the fucking poorhouse!" Akbar rolled his eyes and tossed the Frenchman a shirt.

"You've said that so many times before but I'm still here. And wake your ass up, it's 2:45 and we have a guest." Francois put his shirt on and walked out to the living room where there was some other guy standing there. He had long dark brown hair that was tied back by a purple ribbon and he had red eyes and there were scars on his face and there were even a couple on his arms. The man had on a brown matador uniform which Francois thought was stupid with how the temperature was climbing this time of year.

"Hola, it is nice to meet you. My name is Andres Carriedo and I am from Spain. I, uh, saw this ad in the paper that there was room left for one more person in this apartment."

"Oui, there is one more room left in this apartment. I forgot someone was coming by today, je m'apelle Francois and that silver-haired asshat over there is Akbar. So, is there anything you would like to say about yourself before we go over house rules?" Andres scratched the back of his head before he answered the Frenchman.

"As I have said, I am from Spain and I have a twin brother named Antonio who doesn't live too far from here. Um, I moved to the states because I wasn't making enough back home and my mother told me that I should go to the states where mi hermano is and get myself a decent apartment and a decent job and this is the closest I can come to any of that and I guess that's all I have to say about myself."

"Ok, here are the rules: 1. No loud music after 12:00 AM. 2. No drinking on holidays. 3. No walking around naked unless you just got laid, all of your clothes are in the wash, or it is too hot to wear clothes. 4. No drugs allowed. 5. When you finally get a job, some of your paycheck has to go into rent money otherwise you're ass is out of here. Any questions about the rules or anything else?"

"Si, can I also keep weapons here? I bought a shiv from someone just before I came over here that I can, how Americans would say, shank an intruder with."

"Oui. I keep a few guns and a couple knives lying around the apartment so I would be a hypocrite to the no weapons rule if I said no. Here's the key to the apartment, the room is right over there and I guess that's all I can say." Andres took the key and put it in his pocket. As he walked out, Francois couldn't help but look at his ass. He was enjoying the view until Akbar punched him in the shoulder.

"You like him."

Francois didn't answer because he was too busy thinking about the Spaniard he just met. He was hot. The scars were attractive and his face, the way it held that stern expression, made his heart flutter. Though his get-up was stupid, he didn't care. His face started to heat up when he imagined him naked. Was he falling in love with him? After things ended so badly with Oliver, he never thought he would find someone who would be able to make him feel love again. He shrugged the idea away and went into his liquor cabinet and took a bottle of wine with him into his room. Yea right. Who in their right mind would love a fuck up like him?

Andres was done getting his things into his room when he thought about how different his life was going to be from this point. He'd actually get to lead a new life free of trouble. He had to leave Spain to run away from something that would end up killing him once it finally caught up with him. In his mind he knew he would not be able to get away from it but, for now, it was all behind him. A knock sounded at the door and he turned around to see one of his new roommates, Akbar, standing there. He nodded at him over his shoulder and started to unpack his clothes but he was under the guy's stare. It made him uncomfortable so heglared at the stranger.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Only to talk and get to know my new roommate. If I have to share this apartment with you, it makes sense to know about you."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Let's start with why are you dressed up as a matador in this weather?" Andres touched his uniform. He had almost forgotten he had it on.

"My mother made this for me when I got a job as a matador. When I told her I was coming here she told me to wear it the day I left Spain and came here. I have other clothes and I'll change into them later but for right now I want to honor my mother's last request."

"Is she...?" The Prussian prompted but Andres shook his head.

"Last time I checked, she was still alive. You seem like a nice guy but I'm not too keen on having friends and I don't really warm up to people as easily as my idiot twin or anyone else on the plant so if you could do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone for the rest of the day, that would be great."

"Damn! No need to F-bomb, I just wanted to have a civilized chat with you, but what the hell. I'll leave you alone."

Akbar left and Andres pinched the bridge of his nose. Being alone was something Andres was used to and whenever anyone would get close to him, he would just flip out and say or do something to make that person leave him alone. The way he saw the world as he knew it, if you are alone no one can hurt you and you couldn't hurt anyone. Andres was involved with something that could come after his loved ones until it finally gets to him and he figured that if he stayed alone and no one remained too close to him, he couldn't have anyone he would have grown emotionally attached to hurt by something from the past he tried to leave behind and forget. For today, Andres wanted to get settled in his new home and possibly avoid his roommates for the rest of the day and until dinner when he had to face them again. He just wanted to be alone.

Katyusha was sitting on the couch waiting for Sadik. She had asked him to come over today because she was going to tell him she was pregnant. Uneasiness welled up in the young woman. She didn't know how Sadik would react to this news and they haven't been going out for that long so there's no telling if he'll even stay with her or even help her raise the baby. A rumor was floating around that Sadik had another son with another woman and he doesn't spend time with him by choice and it scared her to hear that because if the rumor is true then he may not want to see their child. Taking another deep breath in, she looked at the clock. He would be here any moment now and she didn't even know what she was going to say!

*KNOCK KNOCK*

The familiar banging on the door brought her out of her thoughts and with it brought doom. Sadik was here and that meant she can't stall any longer. Katyusha got up and walked to the door. The Turkish man was behind it wearing his mask, a baby barf green shirt, a pair of brown pants and his favorite brown boots. She let the man in and showed him to the couch. The air felt heavy for Katyusha didn't know how to start the conversation and it felt as if the nervousness would grab ahold of her and choke her to death before she could get a single word out.

"Please tell me what's wrong Kat. You didn't say anything on the phone last night and now you're being silent." Katyusha didn't answer. She didn't know how to tell him. She was so scared that he'd leave her, yell at her to get rid of the baby, or even going as far as to denying the baby as his. Why was this so hard to say? Sadik then moved in front of her and got on his knees as he took her hands into his.

"Whatever it is you have to tell me, I will not be mad at you. I love you."

"I... I cannot lie to you, Sadik. You were the first man who ever actually loved me for me and we've told each other the truth the entire time we've been together and if I lie, I'll break that. Sadik, I'm pregnant." Katyusha couldn't tell but Sadik's eyes definitely widened when she said that. Silence reigned over them for a while. It seemed as if time unexpectedly stopped between the two as they sat in the silence. Minutes went by before Sadik said anything else.

"Pregnant?"

"Yes. Three weeks long and I just found out yesterday. I know we haven't been dating for that long and I understand if you don't feel like raising a child but please don't leave me. I love you so much and-"

"Why would I leave you?" Sadik interrupted.

"What?"

"Why would I leave you over something like this? I know we haven't had much time together but I am head over heels in love with you and the day we started dating, I promised I would always stick by your side and if I left you because you got pregnant I wouldn't be living up to the promise I made. Kat, my darling Kit Kat, I'm glad you told me this." Katyusha smiled and tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged Sadik. The Turkish man got his face squished in between her giant boobs but he didn't care. He was happy to find out he was having a child! In a certain corner of his brain, he was replaying a moment from his past that felt like this. The memory hurt like hell to remember and he promised himself that no matter what it took, he would never let that happen a second time. The past was in the past and he was not going to make the same mistakes ever again.

Alfred was at Feliciano and Lovino's house with Matthew and the four of them were in the living room watching Insidious. Matthew was already going to go to their house and have a sleepover with Lovino but Francis made the older twin go with to make sure nothing happened to him. The violet eyes brother was cuddling with his boyfriend under a blanket while Alfred was sitting next to Feliciano in an uncomfortable way. He felt like pulling Feliciano close to him and cuddling but they were still on a break in their relationship and he still wanted to honor that decision but it was hard. He was in love with him and he didn't want to wait.

A scary scene came up that caused the four to jump. Feliciano ended up jumping on Alfred's lap and burying his face in the taller's chest. The American blushed when he realized what happened and tapped the smaller teen's shoulder. Amber eyes looked up at baby blue irises and he immediately felt his face heat up. The former couple looked at each other and stared. This felt a little familiar from their first date when they saw The Conjuring and Feliciano got scared by the woman hanging from the tree so he jumped in Alfred's lap and hid from the screen. After that they stared at each other for a bit then kissed. for the rest of the movie they stayed like that and fell asleep like that.

Feliciano gave him a peck on the lips and scooted from his lap. Alfred couldn't help but feel a little rejected at the movement. He still loved Feliciano but this wait for them to get back together was seriously pissing him off. Some days Alfred could be patient but his patience waiting for the brunette was wearing very thin very fast. Once the movie ended, they all fell asleep in the living room and Alfred was having a peaceful slumber when that was interrupted by a hand on his mouth. His eyes opened to see Feliciano standing over him. His hand was grabbed and he was lead outside to the back patio. The smaller teen was sitting across from him and had something of a confused yet frustrated look on his face.

"I don't know what to do anymore. I mean, I see you everywhere. In my dreams, wherever I'm somewhere in town, everywhere and it just frustrates me and angers me even. I want to get back together but I want to wait until I'm old enough to know what I want to do and how I want to continue but at the same time I miss you and I want to be with you again."

"Babe, I felt the same way. I love you so much and I was a fool to lose you and-"

"Was I ever yours to lose? Last time I checked we were only dating for about three months so there wasn't much of me to lose in the first place!"

"I've loved you ever since I was six and by the time January came there was so much you to lose and when I did I fell into a destructive path of cutting myself and starving because I lost you. Seeing me in that hospital bed that day should have been your first clue that you were mine to lose. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Feliciano opened his mouth and then shut it. Alfred had a point. If you love for someone for that long and you end up dating that same person for a short length of time and break up with them, there is already so much to lose, even if it was a recent meeting and the two people decide to date then break up for a short amount of time there is still a lot to lose. Without another word said, Alfred cupped Feliciano's face into his hands.

"I love you and as I have said before, I was a fucking idiot to lose you like that. I understand if you are still mad about what I said and you have every right to hold the grudge but please just understand how much I've fallen in love with you. Feli, I don't want to wait anymore and I can tell you don't either so can we begin again and forget about what happened?" Feliciano took one of Alfred's hands and kissed the palm before returning it to his face.

"Something like that is something that cannot be easily forgotten but I won't let the pain of the past interfere with us and a better relationship." Alfred smiled and kissed Feliciano. This was the beginning of something beautiful. The pain of the past would be forgotten and they would be together again. The two shared another kiss before staying out under the stars and enjoying each other's company.

Meanwhile in the living room, Lovino and Matthew were inside the house kissing when Matthew broke it for the second time. In fact, he's been doing this for a while. Something was troubling him and Lovino could tell. Now when they kissed for a few seconds more, Matthew would break the kiss and shy away from him a little. A gentle hand pet the neatly kept blond hair and olive-green eyes looked into the violet irises of his boyfriend's.

"Mateo, what's wrong? You never do this, I mean you usually blush to the point you are like a tomato and I deepen the kiss. If there's anything wrong you can tell me."

"I-I... I just never thought you would ever kiss me after what happened..." Lovino pulled his boyfriend close to him. Ever since that happened, Matthew had been shyer than usual and he was getting bullied and he even thinking bad things about himself. If he could, then the Italian would wave his problems away with a magic wand and have back the bashful boyfriend he came to love.

"I said I would be your hero and I meant it. I will do anything to help you move on past it. I know there is nothing that will wipe away the memories from your mind but please know that I'm still going to be there for you. Please never keep a secret from me."

Keeping secrets. There was one secret Matthew was keeping from Lovino but he could never tell him because after the therapy session he had he promised he wouldn't kill himself and he also made the promise with Lovino to never cut himself again and Matthew intended to keep that promise. As far as Lovino was concerned, there were no secrets but Matthew had secrets that only he was the keeper of and he would take those same secrets to the grave. Matthew kissed Lovino's cheek and cuddled against him and was fast asleep. Lovino ran a hand through his hair and looked at the blond. He looked cute in his sleep. If one were to look into that face, they wouldn't think he had any problems. He placed a kiss on his forehead before falling asleep with Matthew safe and secure in his arms.

Francis was cooking dinner to pass the time until Arthur came home. It was Friday night, the boys were at a sleep over, Yao moved out some time ago, and they had the whole place to themselves. Tonight was a night that Francis didn't want to make love with Arthur but just be with him and cuddle like normal couples. Besides, he wanted Arthur to take a break from the wedding plans and relax for a night. The British man was getting stressed out by the wedding plans combined with the stress of working for a successful business mogul. Last night was wonderful but Arthur woke up in the middle of the night and cursed at Francis for fucking up the kitchen. Francis wanted his lover to enjoy some relaxation.

The door opened and Arthur came into the home very much exhausted. He just found out from his boss that he has to help plan a baby shower for Ivan's sister in about six months and he had to tage along with Ivan for three meetings! This job was going to kill him one of these days. A wonderful aroma filled the air and Arthur smiled when he knew who could be in the kitchen. He walked in and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and kissed his cheek.

"Hello love." Francis cracked a smile and kissed the shorter man's forehead.

"How was your day, mon amour?" Arthur groaned as he sat at the table and rubbed his temples.

"Exhausting! I had to follow that Russian git to three meetings and in six months I have to be the one to organize a baby shower for his older sister because she is pregnant with some Turkish man's baby. Fun day at the office." Francis chuckled and brought out two plates and set one in front of Arthur and one across the table for himself. Arthur eyes the food in front of him as it it were poisoned. A low chuckle came from across the table as Francis came over and kissed his cheek.

"We can skip dinner if you want. There is a bathtub with rosewater and candles and a bottle of wine waiting for us upstairs. What do you say?" Arthur paled at the mention of taking a bath in the bathroom upstairs. That's where he found Yao, nearly dead and barely hanging on to what life he had left in him. It traumatized him out of going to that bathroom for some time. Every time he went into that bathroom he would always see the tub the same way he did when he found his ex. Yao was still there and the bath water was mixed in with his blood and the Chinese man was still lying in it. Nothing could ever erase the mental image left over from seeing that.

"Mon cher? Is there something wrong?"

"N-no! Nothing wrong! What makes you say that?"

"You paled when I said there was a bath with rosewater, candles, and a bottle of wine waiting for us upstairs. Did I say something?"

"The bathroom upstairs is where... you know..." Francis nodded in understanding. Arthur told him what happened in that bathroom and he couldn't believe it. Sure he had a problem with the man when they first met but that doesn't mean that he still felt a little bad for what happened to him. He asked what made him do this and Arthur said that it was problems with his family which, unknown to the Frenchman, was a lie to shield the true motive. He wrapped his lover in a hug and kissed his cheek.

"We can skip a bath and watch a movie instead."

"Oh no, I wouldn't want that rosewater to go to waste and there are candles in there and I don't want the house to burn down because of them."

"It's ok. I can blow them out and save the bath for another night."

Before Arthur could get another word out, Francis was gone. He groaned to himself. What was wrong with him? He was letting a traumatizing experience get into his life. Arthur wanted to move on from this and forgive himself like Yao told him but how could he? It was hard for him to know he driven someone else close to him to want to kill themselves and so it was just as hard for him to move on. He had to talk with Tino about this in their next session. The overwhelming guilt was eating him up on the inside and outside. He had to tell someone and fast before this further consumed him. He just didn't know how to live with it anymore and it was suffocating him as if he were on a tight collar that seemed to be getting tighter the more he tried to live and it never gave him a chance to breathe. A tear slipped out of his eye. Then another. And then more before he started to cry, the sobs were making his body tremble.

Francis came back downstairs to see Arthur crying at the table. He walked over to the smaller man and took him in his arms as he cried. The blond responded to the hug and gripped his shirt in his hands. More tears slipped out of his eyes as if they were just breaking out of the prison that were his feelings. Eventually, Arthur fell asleep and Francis was left to clean up everything. He wanted to be mad about hard work gone to waste but he couldn't find it in his heart to be mad at Arthur. He carried Arthur to the bedroom bridal style and laid him on their bed. In his sleep, Arthur looked just as beautiful as he did when he was awake. It nearly killed Francis to talk to Arthur when he was sad let alone even look at him. He always wanted to see him happy, if not at least get him a bit flustered. Sometimes he wondered what made Arthur really cry. Obviously he had seen the tears flow when he gets hurt and other sad events happened to make him shed a few but there were days where he wondered about his past in England too.

All Arthur told him of his past was that his father died and his mother lost her mind soon after and was admitted to a mental hospital and he knew of his brothers but, like his parents, he never met them. On many occasions he tried to get Arthur to tell him about some of his past but he would either change the subject, yell and say that it was none of his business, or say that he would rather not talk about it. He never tried to think too much about it because dwelling in the past can lead to problems in the future but there were times he could not help but wonder. Francis tried to move on from the question that sometimes kept him up at night but sometime later, the question would creep back to his mind but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like something of a hypocrite.

He never fully told Arthur about his past either. It was painful for him to talk about his past and in a way, he could understand why Arthur would act so defensive whenhe asked but he wanted to tell Arthur about his past and get the same in return because in love two people should be togehter despite a shitty life. Francis hated not knowing fully about his lover. But then again, the less you know about someone, the more there is to learn, the more interesting the relationship gets. Shaking his head away of the thoughts, Francis dismissed the thoughts and gathered Arthur in his arms and fell asleep with him safely wrapped in his arms.

Me: Ok, hopefully my beginning author's note cleared up any and all confusion. I thought I did set the wedding date for May 25th at first but then someone pointed it out and trust me, its freaking crazy having to go back in chapters to make something make sense and connect. *sigh* Jegus, anyways, I'm going to start doing Bringing Papa Home in acts and chapters 1-9 were Act 1 and chapters 10-now are Act 2. The way you know an Act ends is when I do an epilogue and I have no idea when to end act 2 but its ending soon and after that is Act 3! Oh mai gawd this story will take a while to finish but like I said before, we are probably getting close to the core or somewhere in the middle. Wherever we are, BPH is far from over. Anyways, if you liked then would you kindly leave a review, favorite, or follow? This is Janae A.K.A. OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye! :D