Arthur sighed as he left the local pub and went home. It was a cold autumn night and as soon as he had gotten off from work, he went straight to the pub. He was thankful he had his drinking under control that he didn't get shit-faced drunk but he did reek of alcohol and the shitty cologne he always wears when he goes to work and the breath mints probably don't work on his husband's sharp nose anymore. Or, maybe they do and he's scott free on the fact that he's been drinking again. But, it won't hurt his family again right? As long as he's in control on how much he drinks, he's fine right? Besides, he really needs it with how much stress he's been taking on lately like planning Ivan's sister's baby shower. The woman was nice but she was a fucking handful! He knew that she would be a little difficult because of pregnancy hormones but she's just abusing her power at this point and he wanted to yell that he quit so bad but then remembered whose sister this was and one slip of the tongue and he was fired. A quiet and annoyed groan left Arthur's lips as he got to the house.

When he got to the door, he was in the process of getting his keys out when the door seemed to open by itself and he was met with his husband's face looking at him with a disheveled yet disappointing look. Arthur didn't show it but he was kind of scared of what this could mean. He was about to open his mouth but Francis grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside before he had a chance to speak. Francis led him to the living room and glared at him with a deep scowl evident on his face. All was silent between the two of them. Nothing but the clock ticking. For a few minutes, Arthur was fine in the silence but soon he started to get nervous and later, the silence almost became deafening. The ticking clock was loud and it rang in his ears, almost teasing him and the look on the Frenchman's face almost made him want to cry a little and break down and confess everything that happened from what happened before he left England to drinking again. A few more minutes passed by and Arthur sighed deeply and he asked the question he's wanted to know since he got back home.

"What's wrong with you?" He finally asked the question but he did so with a wince, worried about what Francis might do. Without him knowing, Arthur's eyes closed. He thought he was done for, that Francis was so mad at him he'd resort to violence but none of that happened. When Arthur slowly opened his eyes the scowl on his husband's face only seemed to deepen and the glare he was receiving got so icy that the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

"'What's wrong with you?' That's a question I should be asking you Kirkland!" Francis growled angrily and Arthur visibly flinched when his last name was used. The Frenchman was mad. His last name was used and the usual calm and cool personality he had was gone and the happy tone his voice usually held was now angry and had hints of annoyance.

"What are you talking about?"

"*annoyed sigh* You've been drinking again Arthur. And before you deny it, I called that pub you used to visit minutes ago and the owner said you had just left and you've been going there for some time now!" At this point, the blond knew he was done for. If there was one thing that annoyed the hell out of Francis when they first had the boys, it was his heavy drinking. After a long silence, Francis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I thought you were going to quit drinking… I thought you changed…"

"Francis, I di-"

"No you didn't! You're going back the bar after work and coming back at God knows when! Don't think I never noticed!" Francis yelled. The familiar hot stinging of tears were in his eyes and the Englishman's vision was starting to blur and he held in the fact that he wanted to cry so bad. This was happening again. They were going to separate again but it might actually end with a divorce. Arthur wiped his eyes so he could prevent the tears and took a deep and shaky breath as he looked up at his husband's eyes which were full with hurt and anger and he saw that he had his own tears in his eyes.

"What do you want me to say?! I'm under a lot of stress lately and I can't cope with it all and I just need to let loose! Are you expecting to hear some apology like 'I'm sorry I went drinking to forget every insufferable pissworm I encountered today?!'"

"Non. But I thought that since you quit you wouldn't dare go to another bar or pub or tavern ever again but seeing as how you're coming home this late, I guess not. My God… it feels like old times again…" Francis finally broke and started to cry. The old times were something the family never wanted to think about anymore and to bring up the past or even talk about it brought down the happy mood the home had regained.

"Francis…?" The blond Frenchman looked at him, his sapphire blue eyes were now filled with tears and some were threatening to fall. Arthur wanted to walk close to him and place a hand on his face but Francis pushed his raised hand away and went upstairs to their room and make sure to lock the door when Arthur came after him.

The Englishman proceeded to pound on the door and try to get him to open it but Francis was not letting that happen. He was being stubborn. Arthur finally gave up after a while and went downstairs to the couch and decided to sleep there for the night. Unknown to the couple, the boys listened to the whole thing.

Both of them were awake in their beds, eyes opened and widened with fear. It was happening again and they both knew it. Their parents were going to separate again. They just knew it. After the first fight in Lord knows how long, they were going to do it again. Neither of them wanted their fathers to separate again. They'd spent too many years thinking about the way things used to be and crying over Papa being gone and now that he was finally back home, they didn't want to lose him again. Matthew sighed and turned over to look at Alfred.

"Hey, Alfred?" The other blond turned over and looked at him and saw the same worry his own face held and he knew that Matthew was thinking the same thing as him.

"You were thinking about it too, huh?" Matthew nodded and got up from his bed and laid down next to Alfred who, on instinct, wrapped his arms around his brother and held him like he would when they were kids.

"I don't want them to divorce. I don't want to be separated again..." Matthew started to cry.

"We won't be. Dad and Papa love each other very much and they love us and they won't let their fighting ruin them again. Married couples have fights too, you know?"

"Yea but Dad and Papa have fights all the time and they're so loud when they fight..."

"I know Mattie... I know... but what can we do?"

"Anything that means keeping them together." Matthew said as he fell asleep in his brother's arms. Alfred sighed as he looked out the window and looked at the stars. They got their wish for Papa to come back but somehow, it doesn't feel like the wish is going to stay true for very long. The blond closed his eyes as he tried to block out the grim thoughts of Francis leaving again, hoping, almost wishing, that history won't repeat itself.

~The next morning~

The next morning, Arthur woke up on the couch and in a suit. As he wondered how he got there, Francis came in the room with breakfast and tea. Arthur wanted to say something but it seemed that Francis was still mad about last night and the Brit couldn't blame him. He really screwed up last night. The Brit sighed and started to eat his food as the boys left the house to go to school.

Matthew spotted a man who was standing across the street just standing there and staring at their house. He was dressed up lie any normal man this time of year and he wore a hat that hid his hair color and they were too far away to see his eyes since Arthur won't let them get too close to the guy and he always had this suit case next to his feet. They boys kept on wondering who this guy was and even went as far to asking their parents but even they didn't know. Alfred wa about to ask him what he was looking at then he looked across the street at the mystery man. He took Matthew's wrist and pulled him away and the two walked to school.

"Who do you think that man is?" Matthew asked.

"He could be anyone or maybe, he could be a ghost!"

"A ghost Alfred?"

"It could be plausible!"

The blond in the dress rolled his eyes and kept walking. It was their first day of school and also, their first day of the second year in Hell. The summer was a fun one but they couldn't get this school year off their minds and how everything this year would play out for them especially Matthew. He was still in shock over what happened last year and none of the bullying over him wearing dresses let up. Matthew decided that if none of the bullying stopped or at least let up a little, he would talk to Arthur and Francis about homeschool. He hadn't told anyone of his plans yet but when the time came, he would talk about his plans. Matthew sighed to himself as he messed with the hem of his dress, his nerves were starting to get to him. He felt himself starting to sweat and his heart beat rapidly in his chest as he continued to walk.

They got to school and immidiately, all eyes were on the brothers as they passsed by but the gaze was mainly on Matthew. The blond felt the burning gaze of his peers and fellow classmates, no doubt silently condemning him to Hell and wishing nothing but ill fortune upon him. The bell rang and with his violet eyes filled with fear and panic, Matthew looked at Alfred. No one had bothered Matthew so far since Alfred was with him but without his brother, Lovino, Gilbert or Feliciano around, anyone who wanted to harm Matthew was free to harrass and bully him at any given moment. Alfred smiled and hugged his brother.

"Don't be scared Mattie, you'll be fine. If anyone harms you, remember what Papa said."

"*nods* Go to the nurse then call Dad at work." Matthew hugged back for a moment then they had to let go and the brothers went their separate ways.

As Matthew walked the halls to his first class, Biology, he still felt the burning gazes of his fellow classmen upon him. The violet-eyed teen just kept his head held high and walked forward to let everyone know that they can look at him and intimidate him as much as they want to, they won't scare him. Unfortunately, Matthew didn't look out his peripheral vision on the floor because someone stuck their foot out and Matthew fell to the floor face first. As he got up, he was faced with laughs and people pointing at him. Matthew ignored them and kept walking on as if no one was there and the halls were silent. When he finally got to his class, no one was really there except for one Kiku Honda who was sitting at an empty desk. 'I'm kind of sort of friends with him... I hope he doesn't mind...' Matthew thought at he sat next to Kiku who was looking out the window and not really giving him the time of day.

Matthew quietly looked away and started to read his book when his phone vibrated as a result of a new text. He looked at his phone and saw that Lovino had texted him. A small smile came on his face as he read the sweet text filled with many compliments and all things Lovino would never say without turning into a blushing and stuttering mess. Matthew quickly texted him back and put his phone away as the classroom flooded with his classmates. Class got on as usual. The teacher introduced himself and did roll call to start learning the names of his students. As class went on, Matthew was paying attention to the lesson and someone had taken the liberty to toss a note on Matthew's desk while the teacher's back was turned. Looking around for who could have tossed it to him, Matthew didn't find the sender and opened it once he was certain the teacher wouldnt turn around yet. When he opened it, he didn't make any gesture but his heart beat rapidly in his chest again and fear enveloped him as his skin paled and his eyes showed the fear he was experiencing. Written on the note was this:

"Dear Matthew... or should I call you Madeline? Since you wanna be a girl so much! Seriously, I don't know why you don't just go back to a boy! I knew you were a freak already with dating that one noisy Vargas brother but the dress thing is too fucking much! You're gonna go to Hell when you're on old freak wearing a dress as he dies but I'll get you there faster~ You had better watch your back because if you don't, I'll get the jump on you and you'll end up DEAD! Maybe it will be bloody, maybe it will be clean but either way, the world will be rid of a freak like you!

Signed,

Someone who wants you to die :D

P.S.
Why don't you just cut yourself to death? It's no secret you're a cutter!"

Matthew's skin had not regained pigment and the fear had not left his rapidly beating heart nor his eyes. When class finally ended, Matthew was the first out the door and to the bathroom but as he went to the bathrooms he stopped. He didn't know which bathroom to enter. If he entered the girls' bathroom he'd be laughed at and they'd scream but if he entered the boys' room, the would get mistaken for a girl and kicked out or beaten up by some fellow sophmores and other upperclassmen. The blond sighed and walked away and he was met with the same laughter that he received this morning. He thought about going to the rooftop and spending the rest of the day there but then he knew that there was a class taught up there in the mornings and, unless he wanted to be caught and sent to the principal's office for skipping class, he couldn't go up there yet and today was the first day of school so he had to show up to all his classes the first day. Another sigh left his lips as he went to his second class which, no doubt, would be as terrible as the first.

~Meanwhile~

Arthur and Katyusha were taking a much needed break from the baby shower planning. This was turning into Hell for the Brit. It wasn't that he hated her, but the woman was a handful. Arthur stood at the smoking area and watched as the people walked by and the clouds in the sky floated by, no doubt caught up in their own thing. Arthur bitterly cursed them out in his mind when his phone dinged and he got a phone call. It was an unknown number but he decided to answer it anyways for the hell of it.

"Hello?"

"Hello Arthur." The blond's green eyes widened and he nearly choked on the cigarette smoke in his lungs as he recognized the voice. It was a voice he knew all too well. He growled as he angrily put out the cigarette.

"Why the hell are you calling me?!" He snapped.

"I just wanted to call you. Is that so hard for you to understand?"

"No, I fucking understand but I don't have to listen to you if I don't want to you bloody wanker!"

"Don't you DARE use that language with ME! I am your-"

"NO! You, sir, are not my anything and have not been for a long time!"

"But Arthur, I-"

"You would never have done those things to me if you were! You never would have let those things happen to me!"

"I said I was sorry..."

"Well you know what? I should have heard that 'I'm sorry' a long time ago." Arthur's voice started to crack and tears started to sting in his eyes. His emotions were getting to him now. His mind told him to keep talking but his heart told him to hang up here but the decision was his and his alone. Before Arthur could make a move, the person on the other end of the line talked.

"All I'm asking is to be forgiven and to see the family I still have."

"No. I will not let you near me ever again and I would rather die first than let you meet my sons!"

"Why won't you let me see them?"

"I'm not going to let you subject my sons to what I had to go through. I refuse to let them meet you and I never will. Now stop calling me and stop standing in front of my home and watching us! My boys have seen you before and so has my husband."

"I'm not going anywhere until you let me in."

"No. I never will so sod off." Arthur said bitterly then hung up on the person. Tears were now falling from his eyes and his nose was filling with snot and becoming stuffed as he put his phone away and resisted the urge to throw it to the ground. He was about to walk back inside when he saw Katyusha looking at him. Arthur quickly put his cigarette out and ushered her inside.

"What are you doing out here? Don't you know that smoke is harmfull for your baby?" Katyusha rolled her eyes and got Arthur's hands off of her.

"Oh do shut up. I came out here to look for you when I heard you crying into your phone. Who was on the phone with you?"

"I...My... Someone who hurt me in the past who was trying to beg for my forgiveness..." Arthur mumbled as he walked back inside. Katyusha walked after him and followed him back to the office to get more work done.

~Transition~

"Now, remember, only use the gun when you have to. Don't use it for anything else. Got it?" Arcelia nodded as she watched Antonio put the gun away in its hiding place. After careful thinking, Antonio finally decided to buy a gun out of fear of the things their old gang and Chiara Vargas could do. Both of them were equally dangerous and if angered or betrayed in any way, then that would mean a painful death and Andres was the fool to do that. Antonio was not only scared for himself and his brother but for his daughter. Just by her blood, she was also caught up in this and Antonio wanted to keep her as safe as possible.

When Antonio was done locking the gun away Arcelia stared at where it was hiding and lying in wait for its first use like the fireworks waiting for July 4th when they can shine and dazzle the people. Arcelia continued to stare at the case where her father put the gun with a look of longing and melancholy crossing her face. There were no good things when it came to guns and she knew that from the stories of gun violence and from personal experience. With a little gulp she walked off to her room not wanting to think about the run-in she had with a gun.

Antonio watched her walk off and looked down at the ground as he licked his dry lips. He felt uneasy about buying the gun but he had good reason to go through all the waiting for it. After all, isn't it a parent's job to keep their child safe by every means necessary? A hiss came from the Spaniard's mouth as he went to sit down on the couch. His headaches were coming back again and getting more aggressive. He thought this might have been a side affect of the fact that he had not had anything to eat yet but if he didn't eat for a while he doesn't get headaches. His worst fear was bubbling up in his stomach but he didn't want to think about it at all knowing very well he would depress himself and everyone around him when he mentioned it. It was something he didn't want to think about now and he tried to put it out of his mind.

Then there was a knock at the door. Wondering who would be at the door this late in the afternoon he went to answer it and behind it was someone who was the least of his problems at the moment. It was Andres with a bottle of tequila in one hand and he was smelling of beer. Before any words could leave hs mouth, another wave of pain went through the younger twin's head and his gripped his head and the door knob in pain as he grit his teeth. Andres put the tequila under his arm and helped his brother to the couch. When the pain finally stopped, Antonio looked around his apartment as if he had never been there before. He started to tremble and looked at Andres like he hadn't met his brother before.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"You don't remember your own home?"

"I don't even know who I am... I mean, I have a slight idea but I really don't know..." Andres looked in his brother's eyes to see if he were being serious right now but then he saw the general confusion and some fear in his eyes. This was starting to scare the older brother. He'd never seen his brother act like this and it was scaring him.

"Um, I think you should get some rest." Antonio nodded and Andress helped him to his room. When Antonio was in bed, Andress left his room and was about to leave the apartment when he passed by Arcelia's time and saw her drawing pictures on her bed with a melancholy expression on her face to rival Francois' own face. The Spaniard sighed to himself and walked in her room and sat down on the bed.

"Hey there kid." Arcelia looked up at him with her sapphire eyes filled with tears that were threatening to fall and looked back down at her drawing.

"Hola Tio Andres..." She said in a tone that sounded like she was trying to hold back the tears in her eyes and possibly swallow the big lump that must be in her throat. The older Spaniard sighed and gathered his niece in his arms and hugged her. The girl didn't move and stayed silent but soon the wall she had built around her feelings finally broke and she cried and hugged back. Andres held her close as she cried.

"I'm scared!"

"Scared of what?"

"The bad bugs taking Papi away! I don't want Papi to be taken away!" Andres looked at her with a confused look.

"Bad bugs?"

"There are bad bugs in Papi's brain and they make him hurt and give him headaches and make his memories go away sometimes and they've been there for seven years. Earlier this year Papi had to get surgery and chemotherapy to get rid of them and he got very sick and he says the bugs are gone but they aren't! They're back and I know they are! They're trying to take him away again! I don't want the bugs to take him away Tio Andres, please don't let them take him away!" She cried.

"I won't. I promise that the bad bugs will never take your father away." Arcelia continued to cry as she stayed her place in her uncle's arms until she fell asleep. Even though it was explained in a very childish way, Andres was shocked to learn of his brother's battle with brain cancer which scared him to death knowing that he could lose his brother at any given moment. The Spaniard sighed and decided to leave the apartment as he couldn't take anymore heartache or surpises.

Kiku and Ludwig were hanging out at the local cafe after school. It was only the first day and Kiku was about ready to ragequit school. He sighed and took a sip of his tea. Ludwig could see that something was bothering Kiku and he was thinking hard about something. Kiku's brows were furrowed in thought and he looked very much distraced.

"What's wrong with you?" Kiku looked at him with confusion on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been having this distraced look on your face since we've been here and you usually talk to me when we're out. What's on your mind?" The raven-haired teen sighed and leaned on his hand.

"Well... I have a lot of things on my mind at the moment like school and then there's major issues like us." Ludwig groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He and Kiku have been having a secret relationship going on despite the fact that Kiku was with Heracles. This was one of Kiku's internal conflicts that messed with his mind each and everyday.

"What about us? Doesn't this feel right?"

"Yes but this... it also feel so wrong, I mean, Heracles loves me and most of all he trusts me but..."

"But?"

"He pays more attention to his cats more than me and you value me like I'm the most precious thing in the whole world and I never want to lose that. as clueless as he is most of the time, Heracles will find out sooner or later and he's going to force me to choose between you and him. Grr, I can't help but feel like that Italian whore!"

"Hey, Feliciano is NOT a whore!"

"Felici- No! I mean Luciano Vargas. You know, that one Italian that everyone swears Feliciano is related to that cheated on his boyfriend with his boyfriend's brother?"

"Oh that guy? Ja, he's a whore."

"Why did you think I was talking about Feliciano?"

"Nothing, but uh... Kiku, when the time comes for you to choose you have to listen to your heart and let it decide for you." Kiku smiled and the two kissed lovingly. This was something Kiku loved a lot. Ludwig was a good kisser and kissing him felt very right even though he felt guilty for cheating on his boyfriend. This felt so wrong but at the same time this felt so right. Why does this feel like he's doing something wrong?

Matthew sat at the dinner table with his family. There was the same silence he was used to up until a year ago. Alfred wasn't really talking about anything and Dad was having a drink with his meal. The only thing that wasn't the same as last year was Papa was at the table and he was about as silent as everyone else was. They were sitting in an uncomfortable silence. So much has changed in one year, its almost surreal to him by how much happened over such a seemingly short time span. Francis pushed his dinner around with his fork and looked up from the plate.

"So, Arthur, how was your day?" Francis asked with a small smile. Arthur looked up and sighed sadly.

"I really don't want to talk about it..." The Frenchman looked at him with concern and decided not to press him on further as it seemed that something was really bothering him. Francis found it great when Arthur came home on time but he was completely ignored by his husband and it hurt him on the inside as he thought it was his fault from how he just blew up at Arthur last night. The bearded man sighed and drank some wine and ate some food.

After a really uncomfortably silent dinner, the adults were in the living room together. Another long uncomfortable silence enveloped them and Arthur began to sweat. The silence was getting to him and he didn't know what to say here. He felt that if he said something he would say something to make things even worse than they possibly already are. They looked at each other and Francis gave him a caring smile and gently grabbed his hand. Arthur slightly blushed and sighed.

"Francis... I'm so sorry about coming home late last night and all the other times before. I just... I'm just... *cries*" Francis gathered him in his arms and held Arthur tight as he cried his eyes out.

"Non, it is my fault mon cher. I should not have yelled last night." Arthur shook his head and pulled away.

"You had every right to yell and get mad! I broke my promise and drank... I'm so sorry..." A small smile came on the Frenchman's face and he kissed Arthur's cheek and held him close.

"I love you so much Arthur but why you drink, I don't believe you." Green eyes looked up at blue eyes with disbelief clouding them.

"How can you not believe me?"

"I've known you for a long time and I know work isn't getting to you."

"Then what do you think it is?"

"I think something might have happened in England."

Pain formed in Artur's heart as it felt as if it was tightening in his chest and a strong hand was crushing it. England was something Arthur wanted to forget. He didn't want to think about what happened. He didn't want to be reminded about what happened. To him, they were memories that he never wanted to let resurface for his mind was a great big sea and the memories of England were scuba divers. Each time Arthur wanted to drown them they always kept coming back up. What happened before he came back to the states was something Arthur never wanted to think about nor even bother talking about with anyone. Francis could see how this was making Arthur and he gently rubbed the other's back to let him know that he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to. Eventually Arthur calmed down and melted into his husband's touch.

"I... I think I need to go back to therapy for one more session." Francis looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.

"A therapist?"

"I know I should tell you but the reason I drink is a deep deep psychological problem and I need the opinion of a professional before I feel ready to talk. I'm sorry if it hurts but I don't want to tell you just yet."

"Non, its fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. If it makes you comfortable then I'm fine. You'll tell me on your own time, oui?"

"I will." Arthur whispered as he pecked the Frenchman's cheek and laid his head on his chest and fell asleep thinking everything was ok but fate had something big in store for him.

Me: hey guys. so BPH is no longer on hiatus and today is a very special day because one year ago today I uploaded chapter one of Bringing Papa Home so thank you guys for sticking around for the roller coaster ride that has been this story and hopefully the story will get better... hopefully... Anyways, if you want the happenings on whats happening with any of my fanfiction then please feel free to stalk my second instagram page fanfiction_writter99 for any and all possible updates, I will try to update daily. Please feel free to review, favorite, or follow! This is Janae A.K.A. OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D