A/N: I feel like this is a filler chapter nothing big happens, just some unimportant characters.

Arthur and Francis were getting ready for when their parents come; they made sure that everything was in shape. They also made sure that a certain dog was in the guest room with Matthew.

"Everything is going to be okay," Arthur said, as he finished fixing the living room.

"I know. I'm just worried about the brothers and how they are going to be the whole night," Francis said.

They were just settling into the sofa when the door bell rang. Arthur was getting up when Francis pulled him down.

"We are to never answer the door while our parents are here."

Arthur sat back down, mumbling to himself.

"Arthur, what did we say about mumbling?" a voice said.

"It's not very professional."

Francis and Arthur got up to greet their parents. They felt pressure when their mother stared at all the things they own. Her hard blue eyes stared at the amp that sat innocently in the corner, guitar standing next to it.

"We told you to throw that away," she said, walking up to Arthur. She towered over him.

"What if I don't want to?" I own it, not you so you can't tell what to do!

She turned around and walked to the other side of the room and stared out the window. "There are rats in the garden."

"I tried to kill them, but they won't die," Francis said, crossing to stand by his mother side.

"Why doesn't Arthur try to get rid of them?"

Arthur then turned and walked out of the room, getting as far away from them as possible. Climbing the stairs, he walked up to the closed guest room and knocked three times. The sound of padded feet was heard through the door. They stopped when an object ran straight into the door.

"Alfred, don't run."

*RUFF*RUFF*

Matthew sighed and got up. As he walked to the door, Alfred was getting up from the floor and shaking his head, his floppy ears swinging around his head.

"What's wrong?" Matthew asked, looking at the British standing in the doorway.

"I hate French people."

Alfred, who got turned into a shaggy blonde haired dog, jumped between them while they talked.

"Why?'

A jump.

"Because Francis' parents are really annoying and oppressive."

A jump.

"What are they-"

"They want me to throw my amp and guitar away."

Two jumps.

"Alfred!"

A small whimper and Alfred went to go sit in the corner.

"Don't be like that, Al," Matthew said, walking over to the sullen dog.

The dog turned his head and pulled his tail in between his legs.

*They are so mean*

"Where did Arthur go?"

"Upstairs," Francis said, clenching his hands. "Please, mother, can you put that down. Arthur wouldn't like you touching that."

His mother had in her hand the red and black guitar and was trying to disconnect it from the amp. "I don't care," she said, breaking the cord that attached the amp to the instrument. "He is a punk and I hate punks."

"Well, you hate men who switch girlfriends every week and I'm like that."

"But sweetie, you're my son, he isn't."

Footsteps could be heard from the hall. Arthur's head popped in. In his hand, he had the phone and everyone heard a tiny girl voice on the other side. "It's for you."

"Oui?" Francis asked. Arthur nodded and handed the phone to him and headed back upstairs.

"Franny!"

"Katrina, how are doing?"

"I'm doing fine. Maldives is doing great."

"When are you returning?"

"Maybe next week. Hope to see you soon."

"Me too. Bye." He hung up and turned back to his parents but they were nowhere to be found.

Matthew and Alfred were sitting at the foot of the bed while Arthur ranted about how he hated his parents.

"...And then they locked me in my room until I have cleaned up because it is not very professional to wear jeans and sneakers to a dinner party. But then Francis wore jeans and sneakers to the dinner party and they didn't lock him up..."

"Arthur, who is that blonde?"

Arthur turned around to face his parents.

"My friend."

"We don't approve, we never met him or his parents. For all we know, he could be a druggie."

Matthew felt heat rise into his face and Alfred started growling. This is going to be a long week for everyone.

A/N: As always, reviews make me happy and I will update sooner.