Hey guys! Kitty29 here with chapter eleven of Colours! Yay!

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"Have you noticed that Mathieu has been acting a little...strange?"

The Brit took a sip of his tea before he turned to the concerned Frenchman. "Strange?"

"Yes. He is quiet...even more so than usual..." He paused to glance towards the stairs, where his teenage son was holding himself up in his room. "I am thinking of bringing him to the therapist today. It may be a day early but I think she'll understand."

Though Arthur didn't like to admit it, he felt a small pang of jealously at the mention of the therapist. Every time he felt like he and Matthew had gotten even a little bit closer, he would go to the therapist; then everything that Matthew even considered talking about with Arthur, he didn't want to talk about anymore. Arthur lowered his cup.

"No, it's fine. I can go and talk to him."

Arthur expected Francis to be grateful for his offer but was disappointed when Francis' frown deepened. "Really Arthur, you don't have to do that. I can take him—"

"Nonsense." Arthur interrupted, standing. "I wouldn't want to bother her. She's probably busy with someone else."

Francis chose not to reply, having caught the stern undertone in his husband's voice, and simply watched as Arthur walked up the stairs. He headed straight for Matthew's room and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"—'Kay I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Sure Mattie. You know I can keep your secrets."

Arthur paused.

"Well, I um." Though Arthur couldn't see him, he could vividly imagine Matthew fumbling with his shirt nervously. "It's about...it's about my...ability."

Ability? Dear god, Matthew didn't still believe he could, what was it; see emotions in colours, did he? Arthur thought he took care of that years ago!

"Well...I was...on Friday..." Matthew's voice was slowly trailing into a quieter tone and Arthur could only catch some words here and there. "And...well...I was looking at...and..." The rest of what Matthew said just sounded like murmuring to the Brit, even with his ear pressed against the side of the door. Though he did hear Alfred's excited shout after whatever Matthew had to say.

"No way! That is so cool! Seriously, you can become a superhero if you really wanted to!"

"NO, Al! This is not cool!" Matthew sounded annoyed, a rare occurrence. There was a bit of shuffling within, and as Matthew continued to talk the volume of his voice seemed to quiver. He was pacing. "I don't think you understand, Al. No one should be able to do what I can do! I...I don't even know how to control it! And even if I did I-I still wouldn't know what I should do with it and I-I—"

"Mattie! Mattie! Calm down!" More shuffling and the pacing stopped. "Listen to me. If anyone should be able to control it, it's you. So don't worry about it! I mean, God gave you this ability for a reason, right? That guy usually knows what he's doing."

Matthew laughed, a sound also rare to the Brit, and the two fell into a short silence.

"You know Al." Matthew started. "I...I've been thinking...about...about four years ago. You know...about the incident."

Arthur drew in his breath so that he wouldn't miss a detail. Neither Matthew nor Alfred talked about the incident, even when it was something that needed to be discussed. Inside was deadly quiet, and even though he wasn't in the room he could sense the sudden serious atmosphere.

"I think...I think what happened was because of m—"

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

Arthur leaped away from the door as if it was toxic and spun around to face his husband. "Francis! Don't you ever do that!"

He glared at the Frenchman, though looked much less intimating with his face flushed with embarrassment. The bedroom door opened and Alfred stood there staring at the two angrily while a curious Matthew peeked over his shoulder.

"Hey! Will you two fight somewhere else? Mattie and I are trying to talk here!"

He then slammed the door shut, leaving a red-faced Arthur groping at it. Francis looked at him in wonder.

"...Arthur, were you eavesdropping?"

Arthur hastily shushed him, looking about as if expecting one of his sons to appear out of thin air and overhear them. "Don't say those kinds of things!" Arthur whispered angrily. "I assure you I was not..." He paused and turned back to the bedroom door. Before when the twins spoke they were at least loud enough for him to hear mummers but now it was too quiet. Were they listening in on him now? He grabbed onto Francis' wrist and pulled him down the hall and to their bedroom and the Frenchman eagerly allowed him to do.

Arthur made sure the door was closed behind him before he turned back to his husband. "Now listen to me," Arthur said quietly, his face still a light pink. "I was not eavesdropping! I was simply passing by when I overheard some of their conversation!"

Francis couldn't help the small smile that made the way to his lips. He couldn't help it, his stubbornness was adorable. "Okay, honey."

Arthur frowned. He knew that Francis only called him honey when he was blindly agreeing with him simply because they were married. "I wasn't!"

"I believe you, honey!" Arthur's eyebrow twitched. "So, what were they talking about?"

Arthur paused. Though Matthew was being rather secretive about it, he supposed the Frenchman had the right to know. Matthew was his son anyway. "If you must. I think that Matthew still believes he has—"

A-HEM.

The sandy haired male blinked before he glanced over Francis' shoulder to see Princess Florina, his fairy friend, giving him an uncharacteristically angry stare. She crossed her arms and shook her head. Arthur was shocked. There wasn't much that could make his friend angry. Why were Matthew's affairs so important to her?

Francis gave a confused look before glancing back at what Arthur was staring at. Though he was looking straight at the fairy, to him it was just a wall. "...Arthur, what are you looking at?"

Arthurs focus snapped back to Francis. "What? Oh, um, nothing. It's nothing." He cleared his throat and straightened his shirt. "Anyways, Matthew, he still believes that he, um...that he isn't doing so well in school."

He wasn't sure he liked lying to his husband; though the look of relief on Francis' face was good enough for him.

"Oh, is that it?" Francis asked, not really expecting an answer as he shook his head. "There is nothing for him to worry about! He may not have straight A's but that does not mean he is a bad student!" He chuckled, finding humour in his child's unnecessary worries before he looked back at Arthur. "And that was all? They were not talking about anything else?"

The British man glanced at Florina. "...Yes."

"Good." Francis stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Arthur's torso, bringing their bodies together with one swift jerk. Arthur stuttered at the sudden action but barely had time to think before the other was on his ear.

"Now that I don't have to take Mathieu to the doctor we have some time to ourselves." He then began to lightly suck and nibble on the Brit's earlobe, enjoying the soft moans he was earning from his lover.

Arthur couldn't help but feel the pleasure build but he knew he couldn't do this now. Not when he still had some things to do and, oh god, n-no he couldn't do this, but ah...but...

But Princess Florina was looking right at him and giggling madly to herself. Yeah, he couldn't do this.

"Francis! Not now!" Arthur yelled, more to convince himself, as he pushed his lover away from him. "I still wish to take Matthew to the therapist and Alfred as well."

For the second time that day, Francis looked disappointed. "But why? They don't need to go, they're perfectly fine!"

"Oh keep your knickers on; I'll be back in a few hours!" He slammed the door behind him, the sound of a fairy giggling following him as he walked down the hall. He went past Matthew's room and instead turned into the bathroom, making sure the magical being was also inside before he closed the door.

He looked at the fairy and turned a light pink when he noticed the creature still giggling. Though he chose to ignore that and simply go straight to the matter at hand.

"Florina! What are you doing here?"

Florina finally calmed down and landed on the counter, resting her wings.

Do I need a reason to come and visit a friend?

Arthur crossed his arms and raised a fuzzy eyebrow at the other. She sighed, a pleasant sound, before she relaxed and began to absentmindedly twiddle with her hair.

...I was called here.

"Called here?" Arthur questioned. "By who?"

...Perhaps 'called' was the wrong wording.

She scratched her cheek sheepishly.

I was sent here to observe the young one.

Now that he wasn't expecting. He blinked at his companion. "Matthew? Now why would you be sent to watch Matthew?"

The fairy looked away from her human friend at that.

I cannot tell you. All I can say is that I must observe the young one.

Arthur frowned at that but decided not to push the matter. He knew that when a fairy said that they wouldn't tell you something, they would not tell you. He moved on. "Well, if you are only here to observe then why the hell did you stop me from talking to Francis?"

She became airborne once again and flew right up to the Brit's face, her arms on her hips and her expression stern.

The young one wished to share his secret with only one other, and that other was not you. The fact that you do know of his secret is an accident. Spreading it further would be breaking the trust of one who loves you.

Well when she put it like that Arthur couldn't help the bit of guilt that rose in his chest. Seeing that she had gotten through to the other, Florina nodded.

I must be going. I trust that you will make the right decisions from now on.

She turned around and cracked her knuckles, getting ready to use her magic.

...It may affect the future more than you know.

With a flash of blue Arthur was left alone in the room. He stood there for a while, momentarily confused from the fairy's last words. He ruffled his hair in mild frustration before he left the room, deciding to blame the confusion on the race difference and get on with his life.

/ / / \ \ \

"How long are we going to be here for?" Alfred whined, rolling his head back and sinking deeper in his seat. "They've been in there longer than I was! What is she doing to Mattie?"

"Alfred, calm down!" Arthur demanded. They were sitting in the waiting room fully utilizing what the room was for, waiting. Alfred was finished with his session an hour ago; about the same time Matthew and the therapist had been talking. Though this was the usual length, Alfred's attention span only went so far.

Alfred huffed, grabbing a magazine and flipping it to a random page, glancing up at the door to the doctor's office every so often.

"Alfred! Really! Your brother will be out soon." Arthur sighed, exasperated. Though there weren't any other clients for them to make a scene, the receptionist seemed to glance over every now and then, smile, then go back to whatever. Finally, the office door opened and out stepped a relived looking Matthew.

"Ah! Mattie! Finally!" Alfred called, basically throwing the magazine back on the table before standing. Arthur opened his mouth to yell at his son but a feminine voice beat him to it.

"Hey! You break anything you pay for better furniture!"

Dr. John walked out of the room and bowed her head towards the adult male. "Hello Mr. Kirkland."

Arthur nodded back and stood. "Dr. John, I must speak with you."

The doctor smiled. "I'm glad you agree. Matthew! Alfred!"

The two looked up at their names. The brunette walked over to the twins and leaned forward a bit so that she was level with them. "Okay, boys. I need you to do me a favour. You see that guy over there?" She pointed to the receptionist. Both blonds nodded. "I need you two to go over and tell him he can start lunch early, and then follow everything he says, okay?"

"What's in it for me?" Alfred asked slyly and Matthew playfully pushed him before they both went chuckling towards the receptionist. The doctor straightened up and turned back to Arthur.

"Fredrick will keep them busy. Mr. Kirkland?" She mentioned towards her office, which Arthur entered before she closely followed.

Arthur had never been inside Dr. John's work office before and was surprised by its look. He expected some kind of regal looking room with diplomas from numerous schools hanging up to show off her experience. Though in reality the walls were painted a calming light lilac and various paintings spanning many different art styles and eras were hung. The furniture was also very modern, making it seem like an office in a fancy condo rather than a work room in a small building in the middle of nowhere. Now he understood why Francis liked her so much—and also because she was pretty, but that was beside the point. He hoped.

"Please take a seat." Dr. John motioned to the client couch before she settled down in her own comfy looking chair. She waited until the British man was settled before diving right into it. "I'm sure you have lots you wish to ask me about your boys. And I have some questions I would like to ask of you."

Arthur nodded. "Yes, that sounds fair." He leaned forward slightly. "I want to know what Matthew said at your session."

"Matthew? Yes, he has been a little...off as of late." She leaned further back in her chair and stared at one of the paintings on her wall, thinking. "Though he is almost a teenager now, it is a confusing time for many boys. Maybe he is just confused."

"Yes, well, that may be...it." He coughed into his fist before continuing. "A-anyways. Did Matthew ever mention that he could, well, do things that others cannot?"

The doctor reached over and picked up a notepad on the small table beside her. Flipping it open to a seemingly random page, she pulled out a pen from behind her ear and clicked it to use. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kirkland. You will have to be more specific."

Arthur shuffled a bit in his seat. "Well, Dr. John—"

"Please, call me Eliza."

"Alright, Eliza. Has Matthew ever said that he could, well...see colours?"

There was a small pause before Eliza ah'd in acknowledgement before scribbling something down in her notepad. "Yes, he has told me about that. Now, about Matthew's eating habits. I know Francis said he gets three square meals but he has been looking a little skinny to me—"

"Wait, wait." Arthur interrupted, brow frowned. "You mean you knew?"

Eliza nodded. "About Matthew's eating habits? Yes, Francis was a little worried about i—"

"No, no!" Arthur couldn't believe it. One of her patients has told her that he could see emotions in colours and she was more interested in his eating habits? Wouldn't any normal person find that a little strange?

Eliza blinked at him, bewildered. "You mean you don't believe him?"

What was with her? "Of course not! And you do?"

"Of course I do!" Eliza countered, writing something down on her notepad again. Arthur couldn't help but grope at her. Great, leave it to his husband to find the one insane therapist in town!

"I'm sorry Mr. Kirkland, but this is Matthew we're talking about!" She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "He couldn't lie his way through a wet paper bag!"

Well that was true, but still; you would think that she would at least tell him about anything off his son would say in those sessions. He was quiet disturbed that Eliza didn't see a problem with it! If she didn't think that this glaring problem was an issue then...

Arthur stood, looking at the doctor straight in the eye as he spoke. "Dr. John, I'm afraid your services will not be needed anymore."

Surprisingly, Eliza was completely calm about her dismissal. She simply nodded her head at the Brit, a small smile on her face. "Very well."

They stayed like that for a while before Arthur nodded his head as well, feeling a bit awkward. "Right, okay then, goodbye doctor." Arthur made his way towards the door.

"Just one more thing before you go."

Arthur stopped at the door and looked back at the doctor who was still smiling at him.

"How is Princess Florina?"

Arthur froze.

Eliza's smile widened. "Yes, I hear she's taken quite a liking to your family."

Arthur blinked again before he pointed at the woman, not seeming to care if it was rude. "...You...?"

Eliza nodded. "Yes, Mr. Kirkland. I can see them too; and I know they've been out observing." She gestured to her couch. "Please, sit. We have much to talk about."

There was a brief hesitation before Arthur complied, sitting back down and looking at the doctor in a new found light. "You...I didn't know there were people in Canada who could also see them."

"There are many others who can see them, but most of them do seem to be in Europe aren't they? But that's beside the point." She put the notepad back on the table to give her full attention to the Brit in front of her. "Mr. Kirkland, you know that there are others like you and me out in the world correct?"

"Yes, of course, I have met a few in London."

"Right, now Mr. Kirkland, you have what we would like to call an ability."

Arthur raised an eyebrow at her. He knew what she had to tell him would be ridiculous but he supposed he should hear her out. Especially since they shared a common gift.

"Now, there many different people in the world who have many different abilities. Ours is the most common, being able to see creatures, but there other abilities as well. Such as...seeing emotions in colours?"

"You can't possibly expect me to believe such...poppycock."

"Is it?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow. Arthur found himself unable to reply and Eliza picked up her notepad once again. "Mr. Kirkland, I am what is called a guide." She started while writing. "My job is to guide people through their fears, their hopes, and their future. My good deed is to guide people like us to the truth." She ripped a page out from her pad and handed it to Arthur. "You don't have to believe me, but at least check out this website." Just as Arthur was looking over the note, there was the sound of a door opening and closing from outside the room.

"Well then, it sounds like Fredrick is back." Eliza stood up and went over to the door. "I hope you will consider what I've said, Mr. Kirkland." She smiled once more before walking out the room. Arthur watched her go before he looked back down at his note.

Who the heck was Tony?

Ha Arthur sucks =D
Sorry if this is a bit of an awkward chapter, usually England is easy for me to write but for something reason... Not here .-. oh well...

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