The wind blew with some leaves flying through the air as the sky turned dark with the yearly change in time. It was Thanksgiving day and in the Bonnefoy-Kirkland household, the family was running around and getting everything set up for themselves and their guests. Francis was in the kitchen making the turkey while Arthur was setting the dining room table. Arthur finished with the table and smiled as he stepped away to make sure the table was perfect. He smiled as he took a quick picture before he felt a pair of arms around his waist. He chuckled to himself as he turned around in his husband's arms.

"Hello love."

"Bonjour mon amour. Finished setting the table?"

"Yes. Is dinner in the oven?"

"Of course. You did a wonderful job of setting up the table." Arthur blushed a little with a small smile.

"Thank you. So, are you sure Michelle can't make it?"

"I'm sure. Michelle's plane isn't flying today and she had to cancel her ticket but she sends her love." Arthur pouted and shooed a fly away.

"Oh, that's too bad. I was looking forward to her visit."

"You and me both."

Francis kissed his cheek and laid a hand on his shoulder. Arthur smiled and put his hand on his husband's head. This year was a special Thanksgiving. This was the first time in ten years that the family has actually been together for a Thanksgiving meal. With how much has happened since last year, it's a marvel how they even made it to this point with all the dysfunction surrounding them. Francis smiled as he nuzzled Arthur and placed butterfly kisses on his neck. The British man blushed as he bit his lip and tilted his neck. The Frenchman raised an eyebrow and began to kiss his neck as Arthur moaned softly.

Francis chuckled and brought his hand to Arthur's pants and began to palm the front. Arthur blushed deeply and moaned as he felt himself getting hard. A smirk rose on the Frenchman's face as he rubbed faster. Arthur moaned louder as he leaned his head back onto Francis' shoulder. Blood was rushing to his penis as he got harder with each second that passed. He felt the familiar heat rising in his body from his husband's touch alone. There was no one who, no matter how much they tried, could make Arthur react like this. Not even when he was with Yao did he ever feel like this. Francis left a mark on his neck and undid Arthur's pants.

"Wait, are we doing this here?!" Arthur blushed furiously. Francis only chuckled and kissed his shoulder.

"Desole, you looked like you were enjoying yourself and I was getting a little turned on myself~" Arthur blushed deeper and rolled his eyes.

"Well not on the table! I don't want to get semen on something people, meaning your friends and our sons, are going to be eating off of…" Francis chuckled and backed away.

"Let's take this to the couch then~"

Arthur smiled and went to the living room with Francis and they kissed passionately. They fought for dominance and Francis easily won as he gently pushed Arthur down to the couch. The British man moaned loudly and grinded his hips into Francis. The Frenchman gasped and bit his lip as he looked down at his husband. He was a beauty to be marveled. His face had a blush painted across his face and his eyes had lust, love, and passion swirling together in harmony in his emerald orbs. Francis smiled and kissed Arthur deeply. Arthur kissed back and wrapped his arms around his neck.

As they kissed, Francis managed to pull down Arthur's pants and underwear. Francis broke the kiss for air and panted softly as he kissed Arthur's ear and nibbled on it. It made the British man moan and tangle his hand in Francis' hair. The Frenchman stopped nibbling on his ear as he kissed his neck and pulled Arthur's shirt up a little as he let his hands slide under the article of clothing. Arthur gasped in surprise when a finger glided over a nipple. Francis chuckled and grinded into Arthur. The British man blushed deep and grinded back. The two continued for a while until they were both painfully hard.

The need for release got to them and they couldn't ignore it any longer. Arthur got on his knees and held onto one of the arms on the couch. Francis put three of his fingers in Arthur's mouth. The British man happily sucked on them, coating them in saliva. Once Francis felt his fingers were lubed up enough, he took them out and placed one at Arthur's entrance, pushing it in slowly. Arthur's breath hitched and he moaned loudly as he felt the wet digit. Francis pushed in another finger and curled them. Arthur moaned louder and pushed himself down on his husband's fingers. Francis could tell Arthur was getting impatient so he positioned himself behind him and slowly pushed in.

Arthur gasped and moaned as he felt Francis sliding in. It's been a while since they did this, it almost feels like it's their first time again. But then again, every time feels like that. Francis' thrusts begin slow then they gradually get faster. Arthur moans as he holds onto the arm of the couch as Francis went faster. Francis' breathing patterns almost went into a wheezing kind of sound as he went faster and began to pump Arthur's erection in time with his thrusts. Unconsciously, as if his voice spoke without his knowledge, Arthur began to say Francis' name with each thrust. The Frenchman smirked and went faster and harder as he heard his name being called from his lover's lips. He was edging closer and he could tell Arthur was too.

"Amour~ I don't think I can hold on anymore~ I'm about to burst~"

"M-Me too~"

"Papa?!" A third voice exclaimed. Francis froze mid-thrust and Arthur went silent as they slowly turned around to see Matthew standing there with his mouth agape. This was their worst fear. One of the boys walking in on them. This is even more embarrassing and scary than a parent or family member walking in on you reading yaoi fanfiction or playing DRAMAtical Murder. Matthew just stood there and backed away.

"Is this a bad time?"

"$30 and you keep your mouth shut." Francis offered. Matthew smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.

"$50, the computer I want and permission to sleep over my boyfriend's house tomorrow." Francis sighed and nodded.

"Oui. But if anything happens to you, don't hesitate to castrate him!" The younger blond laughed and nodded as he left the room. Francis chuckled and turned to Arthur.

"So, wanna continue~" Arthur shook his head and pulled himself off of Francis then started putting his clothes back on. Francis pouted and put his pants on. Arthur began to stand up and walk away but before he did, he gave Francis a little smirk then left the room. The Frenchman blinked then his eyes widened as he realized what the smirk meant. He chuckled then caught up with Arthur in the kitchen and squeezed his ass.

"You owe me, you tease~" Arthur smirked and turned around in his husband's arms.

"Patience love~ If your can be a good boy and wait through dinner, you'll get a nice surprise~"

"Francis, could you and your husband not have sex near our food?" Another voice said as the couple turned around in time to see a camera flash and Roderich holding some stuffing with that one of a kind look that made one wonder if something crawled up his ass and died. Elizabeta squealed and looked at the picture on her camera.

"I don't know when you looked cuter, now or your wedding!" Francis smiled and let go of Arthur and walked over to his friend to hug her. Elizabeta hugged back as Roderich put the containers of the food they brought with them this year with no words. Arthur and Roderich went to the living room to watch the football game as Francis and Elizabeta stayed in the kitchen and caught up on everything.

"So… How is Matthew after… you know?" Elizabeta asked quietly, knowing how thin these walls were and it would be easy for anyone to hear. Francis sighed and put down what he was doing.

"He's seeing a therapist and learning to cope. He still has nightmares here and there but he's coping."

"And Arthur? How has he been since the trial?"

"He fell back into the habit of drinking but I think he's getting better. You know, this is the first year we haven't gotten into a fight over Thanksgiving dinner." Elizabeta smiled and chuckled a little bit then remembered something.

"...did you get a chance to visit Antonio?" The Frenchman let out a heavy yet sad sigh as he nodded.

"Oui."

"How did he look?"

"Not too well. He looked worse. The doctor said the tumor is getting more aggressive and they're trying to get it all out but the chemotherapy isn't working so they'll have to do surgery again but..." Francis didn't want to finish the sentence. He couldn't finish the sentence.

"But what?"

"He might not have much longer after they perform it." Elizabeta's eyes widened. She couldn't speak. When she finally got over the shock, she spoke up again.

"Does Arcelia know?"

"Non. I don't think his brother told her yet but somehow I think she knows."

"How?"

"She may be ten years old, but she's not stupid." Elizabeta nodded and was about to say something else but then the oven went 'ding'. The blond man took the turkey out and stared at it for a little, trying to imagine a world without his best friend. He didn't want to face that fact but now that he knew he may lose his friend, he couldn't believe it. As much as he wished for this to be some cruel nightmare or some joke, he knew it was reality. The woman put her hand on his shoulder and gave her friend a sad smile.

"Don't worry about this too much Francis. Antonio has beaten this before, whose to say he won't do it again?"

"I hope you're right. Now come on, people are hungry." Unknown to them, Matthew was listening the whole time. He couldn't believe it all. Antonio might die. A tear slid out of his eye as he thought about losing someone he cared about forever. Death was something the boy wasn't familiar with and to face the possibility was scary. It was like a dog losing his or her owner. Sometimes they catch on to what happened and get depressed over it and sometimes they don't catch on and go on a search for their owners until they learn the truth. The blond youth wiped his eyes and went to the table.

Soon enough, everyone arrived at said table. The dining room was set and the food both looked and smelled wonderful. Everyone was dressed well and everything seemed, well, perfect. Francis sat at the head of the table as Arthur sat on the opposite end. Matthew and Alfred sat on one side while Roderich and Elizabeta sat on another side. The head of the table grabbed his wine glass and raised it up in the air.

"Friends, family, as you know today is Thanksgiving. The time of year when we all reflect and be thankful for everything God gave us. I'm thankful for all the friends I have, my job, my wonderful sons and my lovely husband. This year may have been messed up and misfortune had fallen on one of us but we can still be thankful we're alive. Now, let's eat!" Just like that, everybody started eating dinner.

After dinner, everything was put away and the boys were upstairs while the adults were sitting by the fire place when Arthur looked out of the window and saw his father, clad in black, across the street. He inwardly sighed as he thought about him. All the abuse, tears, and pain. How could he just let it go? How could he let it go when he's tormented by the memories? How could he let go when he felt he was haning on a rope? How could he let go of the memories? Arthur didn't know the answer but he wished he could find it soon.

"Arthur...?" The Brit was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his husband call his name. He looked at everyone and gave one of his cheesy 'I'm-going-to-smile-like-this-to-hide-something-from-you' type of smile.

"Oh, sorry. I guess I zoned out a little. What were we talking about again?" Roderich rolled his eyes before he drank a little wine.

"See? I told you. He was thinking about the hobo."

Arthur shot a glare at the Austrian before sighing. He knew exactly who the pissy baby was talking about too that made it all the worse. Arthur wiped some of his hair out of his eyes as he looked out the window. His father was just standing there in the cold. He almost felt a little sorry for the old fool. Thinking there was a chance he'd actually be forgiven for what he did and getting to meet the only living family he still had. It was as laughable as it was sad. Standing out there, in all hours of the day, not even thinking of how this will turn on their health. With a somewhat defeated sigh, Alfred got up and heated up some left overs from dinner. As soon as that was done, he got his coat on and went outside before Francis or anyone else could ask him what he was doing.

Arthur went across the street and the man waved at him a little. The man was in black and he had a suitcase next to him. Arthur forced a smile on his face as he walked up to his father and held the plate in front of him.

"It's Thanksgiving and... I didn't want you to starve out here tonight..." The older man nodded in thanks and took the food and began to eat as soon as he sat down on the ground. Arthur decided to sit down with him and played with some of the snow that fell on the ground today. The man chuckled a little.

"Hey, remember when you were younger and your brothers used to pelt you with snowballs?" Arthur didn't say anything. He kept playing with the snow. The man sighed and put his food down as he grabbed Arthur's wrists forcing the younger one to look up at his father.

"Arthur... I cannot expect you to forgive me and forget the memories but please... allow me back into your heart and let me in. I've changed." Tears easily found their way to the green-eyed man's eyes as he let out a dry laugh that was mixed in with hurt and a choked sob.

"You may say that but looking in your eyes... you don't mean any of the words your saying. All I hear are empty promises of a future I should have gotten when I was younger, that Mother should have gotten, that Peter should have gotten."

"Please... I'm begging you... let me in... I promise the old me is dead and buried... I'll not be a harm to my grandsons and maybe you can forgive me for what I did." Arthur shook his head and took his wrists back as more tears threatened to fall from his eye.

"Do you think you're pleading and empty apologies will get me to change my mind? I should have heard all of this years ago! You... do you have any idea what it was like to be me? To scream and cry every night begging for you to make this stop? To cry myself to sleep? To scream as I was being beaten by you and mother? To pray for someone to take me away or hope you'd kill me? To be abused by the very person who was supposed to protect you and teach you to be a man? Do you have any idea what that was like?"

"No..."

"Father... you... you broke me so much that I feel like I am beyond repair and the ones who I'm seeking for help and my own family... they can't repair me. Everything you made me do... it made me feel disgusted with myself... I wanted to die... I wanted my life to end. I just... I wanted to... I don't know what I want to do anymore... and... those things... How could you allow them to happen?"

"You don't understand everything Arthur! I did what I had to do whatever was necessary to make money for my family a-"

"Was making your seven-year-old give up his innocence necessary?! Was making me scream and cry night after night necessary?! Was making a devoted wife and mother sleep with strangers necessary?!" Arthur yelled. The older man put his hand over his son's mouth.

"Be quiet! Do you want the neighborhood to hear?" Arthur tore away from his father and glared at him.

"I don't care. Let them hear me! I just want to know why it was necessary to ruin my life!"

"I thought it was a good idea at the time! I couldn't find a job and at the time what happened to both of you... it seemed like the best option at the time. I'm sorry if what I am about to say next hurts to hear and makes me seem like a cold son of a bitch but what I did back then I will stand by. I'm not proud of what I did nor am I ashamed but if we wanted to continue living where we were, I had to make sacrifices."

"You are... a sick man! You have no remorse for what happened!"

"I do but if anyone were to ever ask me if I would repeat that ugly chapter in my life, I would." Arthur growled and punched him in the face.

"You are the most vile and complicated man I have ever had the displeasure of being related to! I'll never let you back in! Never!" The Brit yelled as he walked away. When he got back in the house, Francis was standing at the door. Arthur had breathed heavily and the heavy breathing eventually turned into sobs. Francis took his husband into his arms and held him as he cried.

"Is Papi going to die?" Came the innocent question from thhe little girl. Andres looked at her in surprise that she'd actually ask that. The Spaniard smiled sadly and hugged his niece close.

"Your father isn't going to die. When the doctors perform the surgery, the bad bugs will go away forever and Papi will live."

"I heard what the doctor said..."

"Don't listen to him. What does he know anyway? Doctors always say that type of thing to scare you. But no, Papi will live. Just keep praying and God will see your father through the surgery, ok?" Arcelia nodded and smiled a little as he hugged her uncle back and kissed his cheek. The Spaniard put her to bed and the quietly exited the room. Francois was on the couch and Akbar was still having Thanksgiving with his brother. Andres sat next to the Frenchman and sighed.

He was worried about his brother. What the doctor said really scared him. For a moment he closed his eyes and remembered the conversation he had with the doctor.

~Flashback~

"Mr. Carriedo, concerning your brother's surgery... I don't think he'll live through it."

"What do you mean?"

"The tumor is more aggressive this time and just look at him. He's getting weaker and weaker by the day. I mean, the removal surgery will only do so much for so little time and unless there is a change in his condition now, he may not live after we perform the surgery." Andres couldn't speak. Instead he just looked int he room at Arcelia feeding her father what he could eat. All he could think was the farewell she'd have to give her father. He sighed as he thought of how he'd grown up without his father and how Arcelia could possibly grow up the same way.

"I hope you find a way to tell the girl." He whispered before he walked away.

Andres sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. There were so many ways this surgery could turn out. A man wins his chance to live again or a girl could watch her father descend to the ground as well as a twin saying goodbye to his other half and friends saying goodbye forever. He didn't want to think about it but with the surgery so close, how could he not think about it? His brother might die... It was so surreal and yet so scary at the same time. Reality almost felt as if it sort of collapsed on itself as Andres thought about it more. Francois saw the worried state his crush had and sighed a little as he put his cigarette out.

"What's wrong with you?"

"My brother. He's having a surgery to remove the tumor that's in his brain but the doctor said that he may not live long after the surgery. I'm so worried, you know? Antonio and I were forced to grow up without our father and Arcelia... I can tell she's been separated from her father enough and to lose him permanently would destroy her."

"Hasn't he beaten cancer before?"

"Yes but with how he looks now, he may lose his battle. I'm scared. My brother may be a dumbass sometimes but dammit he has to live! He has a daughter to take care of! He can't leave her behind... he can't leave me behind... he just can't leave yet..." Franois took the sobbing man into his arms and held him close as he cried. He didn't know any words of consolation or wisdom to tell his friend. He had never lost a family member to cancer nor did he have a family member with cancer. All he could do was hold him in his arms. Soon the sobs seemed to quiet down and Francois looked to him and saw he was asleep. A small smile found its way to the man's face as he placed a simple kiss to his forehead and continued to hold him in his arms.

"Andres... my sweet Andres... you may not know this but I care about you so much and if misfortune happens to befall you and Arcelia, I'll be there and maybe... I can have a second shot at love and a family. If only I weren't so scared of how you'll react..." The man whispered lovingly. Francois had figured out his feelings for his roommate and came to accept them... now it was just telling him that was the problem. He was never good with getting his feelings out and he was abusive and he didn't need a reminder with how that worked out in his first marriage. All he knew was if he were given a chance with his Spanish roommate, he wouldn't make the mistakes he did when he was with Oliver. The Frenchman sighed again as he closed his eyes. That was a fun little fantasy for a while.

Me: Finally! Here's the Thanksgiving chapter! So uh... HAPPY THANKSGIVING! I hope you guys liked this chapter, sorry if it sucked! Anyways, if you liked this then please review, follow, or favorite! This is Janae AKA OrgyMemberXVII signing off! Bye :D