I'm really starting to think this story is getting popular. Especially since I get reviews on some of my other stories that relate back to this one so positivity. It's weird but I probably wouldn't feel it until I get fanart. (...-WINK-)
Also, my lovely friend bombayxprodigy has notified me that this story is over 60,000 words long! Which is just, whoa. Whoa. It really doesn't feel like that long, y'know?

ANYWAYS Kitty29 here with the new chapter of Colours! Because I'm lame and have nothing better to do, I'm updating fast! YEAH!
For those wondering, the twin that Yong Soo was referring in the last chapter was indeed North Korea. And before you ask, no, she will not be appearing in this story due to the fact that she is in Korea. This story takes place in Canada. Yep.

Derp Derp aDerp Derp Derpderpderp derp derpderp this chapter is veery Derpable. :I

Enjoy.

"You should tell our parents."

Matthew nearly chocked on his drink when he heard those words. "W-What?" He managed to choke out stupidly. Alfred just shook his head at his brothers reaction before he continued to drink his own cold beverage.

The two had decided to bum about the backyard on this unusual hot May day. There wasn't anything special about their back yard,—other than Arthur's little garden of tomatoes he grew in the corner—they were just chilling there so that they didn't have to do their homework. The fact that Francis had freaked at the sudden up in temperature and cranked up the AC so high it was practically winter in their house didn't help either. So having no where to really go, they settled for sitting around the outdoor table that they rarely used.

Matthew looked at his twin with a dumbfounded look on his face, who just continued to drink his drink like he didn't just say something so...So shocking. "Where did that come from?"

Alfred shrugged. "They're probably gonna find out sooner or later, so why not tell now?" Though Alfred enjoyed being the only family member who knew of Matthews ability, he was starting to get a little annoyed at having to make up an excuses for where the Canadian was when he went to meetings. The fact that he was also roped into doing Matthew's chores when he was away didn't help either.

Matthew just reminded silent as he took a sip of his drink again. Sure he knew sooner or later he would have to tell his two dads but he was hoping it would be later. Much, much later. After he went away to university later. "I-I dunno, Al. I told them about my ability back in grade school and they thought I was insane!"

"Yeah but that was ages ago," Alfred countered, seeming to forget that grade school was only three years prior. "I'm sure if you told them again they will believe you! And if they don't I'll back you up!"

Matthew stared down at his drink nervously. "I don't know..." Sure since becoming a student of Ivan he felt confident with his ability as well as a bit more confident over all but even so, this was his family! The people that he saw every day. What if they decided he needed further mental help? What if they disowned him?

"They're not gonna disown you, Matt," Alfred said with a smirk when he noticed the ice cubes in Matthew's drink clunking together a bit too much. "That's just stupid. And if they do, we'll run away together and become lumberjacks!"

"Why the heck lumberjacks?" Matthew felt the need to ask through his laughter. Alfred threw him one of his heroic grins.

"Because that's what Wolverine did when all was lost and Wolverine is awesome!...Too bad that movie wasn't."

Matthew just made a agreeing noise before they fell into a short comfortable silence. The Canadian dubbed it safe to take another sip of his rather refreshing beverage.

"So you want to tell them now?"

Again Matthew nearly chocked.

"N-N-NOW?" The blond spattered looking to his twin in horror. Seriously, his brother was taking this far too lightly. He looked like he was simply discussing the weather as he continued to stare out into nothing.

"Yeah, might as well. It's one of the few times that both Dad and Papa are here at the same time. And we better hurry with it too. You know what happens when the two are alone in the house for a while..."

Matthew blushed. Yes he knew. He knew exactly what happened. Especially from the few times he had walked in on them when he had came home earlier when intended and was too quiet for his parents to hear him enter. And they wondered why he was so messed up.

He was so deep in his attempts to block out the images that surfaced in his head that he failed to notice Alfred stand from his seat and head back towards the house. He slid the glass door open and cringed at the sudden cold air that burst out. Holy bat crabs, that was cold.

"Hey! Papa! Dad!" He shouted into the building, breaking his brother out of his haze. "Come out here in five minutes! Mattie has something to tell you! And turn down the AC, don't you guys pay bills or something?"

After he heard the sound of his parents shout something back in response he closed the door and walked back to his seat. He sat back down with a content sigh before he grabbed his drink with a smile. It took him a while before he felt eyes burning into him and he turned to see his brother giving him one of the most horrified expressions he's ever seen. He rose an eyebrow, somehow managing to keep his face straight. "What?" Though Alfred wouldn't admit it, it was kind of entertaining to watch Matthew get so flustered.

Matthew opened his mouth to say something. But all that came out as a high pitched horrified squeak.

"Ah, c'mon Matt, you knew this had to happen at some point," Alfred got up and walked around the small table to settle down on the chair beside him. "Later you'll thank me for forcing you to get it over with so quickly." He reached over and patted him on the back with a small laugh. "You're welcome."

Matthew wanted so madly to yell at his brother. Cuss at him, argue, anything but at that point he seemed to have forgotten how his mouth worked. So instead he just slapped him across the face. Though in his state of extreme shock what he thought was a solid bitch slap turned out to be a simple tap and Alfred just laughed before he pushed his brothers hand away.

It was at the point that the door slid open once more and Matthew whipped his head around so fast that if someone were behind him he was sure his hair would have cut them. Arthur was the first to step out the door, closely followed by a hesitant Francis. For some reason the Frenchman was always wary of heat the first couple hot days of the year, which was very strange. Especially considering his job involved him standing over a hot stove for hours on end.

"Yes? Is there something you wanted to tell us, lad?" Arthur asked toward the still panicking blond. Matthew simply stared at him with his eyes wide before he opened his mouth and said very intelligently, "Eep."

"I think Mattie wants you guys to sit down for this one," Alfred said, rubbing soothing circles into his brothers back to try and get him to calm down. Seriously any more tense and he would probably break his own bones. The married couple looked at each other before they complied.

"Matheiu,is there something wrong?" Francis asked with concern in his voice, seeing Matthew's obvious discomfort.

"Mattie's just being difficult," Alfred stopped rubbing and instead gave him a not to gentle slap. This seemed to be the correct thing to do to get the Canadian out of his daze for as he lunged forward he said,

"AlfredI'mgonnakillyou." Before he coughed awkwardly into his fist and looked down at his shirt. "I-I mean, I, um..."

Arthur raised a furry eyebrow. "Matthew, if Alfred put you up to this you don't have too—"

"N-No!" Matthew interrupted. "I mean, well, y-yes he did but..." He paused and looked over to the American who gave him an encouraging nod and thumbs up. "I...I really do have som-something to tell you two..."

He took a deep breath and looked down at his fidgeting hands. Though he was forced into this situation he knew that he should tell them now. As much as hated to admit it, Alfred was right. He would have to tell them one day anyway and getting it out of the way early would probably make things a bit easier. Even so, he just couldn't bring himself to look up at the older men.

"I-I-I...Ever since I could remember I, um...I could..." He trailed off, thinking that to be a bad starting point. "I've been going to..." That's not a good point either. "There are others who..."

"Dammit, Mattie!" Alfred exclaimed from the sidelines. "Just tell them the good stuff first and we'll talk about the rest later!"

"Alfred! Don't talk to your brother like that!" Arthur scolded before turning back to the younger twin. "Please carry on."

Though Matthew had to agree with Alfred again, even if he was peeved at him. If he started rambling he knew that in the end he would chicken out. He would just have to do this one head on. He clutched the fabric of his jeans and gathered up all the courage he could muster. Which, though not a lot, was enough for him to snap his head up and exclaim,

"I can can see peoples emotions in colours and control them! So these past few weeks I've been sneaking out to met with someone who can help me control my ability!"

And then he promptly let his head smack onto the table in front of him. It hurt, but he didn't even care as he focused on the silence that followed. Great, he told them but now what would happen? And why the heck were they taking so long to say anything? Oh god that meant that they were thinking. Oh dear Jesus, why did he listen to Alfred when he said they would never disown him! That was probably exactly what was go—

He was disturbed from his hectic thoughts with a chuckle. But not just any chuckle. No this was low, alluring chuckle that only his French father could pull off. He glanced up from the table to see Francis smiling at him.

"Oh, mon petite soleil, is that it?"

Arthur, Alfred and Matthew looked at him in shock. "You mean you knew?"

Alfred and Matthew looked at Arthur in shock. "You knew too?"

Matthew slapped both of his cheeks in horror. "You mean I didn't even have to do this? And I was panicking for nothing?"

Alfred glared at the parents. "What the hell, Dads? Why didn't you tell me you knew?"

Arthur glared back. "Why the bloody hell would I have to tell you? Matthew's the one with the ability!"

"I'm the heroic brother that's been keeping all his secrets! I should know everything!"

Francis seemed to be the only one who wasn't freaking out in some way. "Of course I knew of your ability,Matheiu. You did tell me."

Matthew ignored the arguing beside him and focused on his father. "But... You didn't believe me..."

Francis released a small sigh through his nose. "Non. Non I did not. Not at first. But then I began to met with other people who could do extra ordinary things. Did you knew that Feliciano has an ability as well?"

Matthew blinked. "Feliciano...? Oh! Um, I think you mean Lovino, Papa."

Francis paused before a small sheepish smile escaped his lips. "Oh, yes you are right it was Lovino. I am rather close with the Vargas'. Lovino's mother and I have a history. We share everything. Why else do you think I never questioned where you were going when you go to that club of yours?"

"So you knew about that too?" Jeez, could he not keep a secret from anyone? "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well...," The Frenchman paused to try and find the right words. "I...Did not wish to overwhelm you. I thought that when you were ready to tell me again, then you would tell me again."

"Francis that doesn't make sense," Arthur said, having tuned back into the conversation. "Wouldn't it have been easier on the lad if he didn't have to keep this a secret?"

That was what Matthew was also wondering, though he was glad he wasn't the one who had to say it. The older man responded by crossing his arms and throwing his husband a sly look.

"If that's the way you feel then why didn't you tell him, hum? And how did you even know of Mathieu's ability?"

Arthur froze now feeling everyone's eyes on him. Oh hell what was he going to say? That he learned about it when he was eavesdropping on his sons talking? That he had an ability too? That for the last couple of weeks he's been going about researching these 'abilities' to see if they were real or not? Realizing that the silence was going on for just a bit too long, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"It's because Matthew can't lie his way through a wet paper bag."

Alfred and Francis laughed while Matthew turned a bright red.

"T-That's not true!" Matthew argued uselessly though the fact that he argued only made the two laugh harder. Matthew pouted, trying to stay angry but the laughter was contagious and he soon found himself chuckling along with his family. Even Arthur, the most uptight member of the family, joined in.

It took a few moments for them to calm down. Alfred turned to his brother with a large smile. "You really do kinda suck Ma..." Though his smile faded when he noticed his twins shoulders were still shaking but no longer with laughter. "Whoa, Mattie are you crying?"

"N-No!" Matthew lied horribly. He tied to wipe the tears from his face but they just kept falling. "I-I'm just so-so relieved. I-I thought I was gonna be dis-disowned!"

Francis couldn't help the small smile that came on his face. "Matheiu..." Leave it to his son to worry over something so ridiculous. He stood and walked around the table towards him. There he knelled down so that he was level with the crying teen and pulled him into a hug, allowing him to sob on his shoulder. "Matheiu, I would never disown you! Je t'aime. Je t'aime beaucoup."

Alfred suddenly threw his hands up in the air. "Big Gay Group Hug Time!" He exclaimed before he lunged forward and hugged Matthew from behind, causing a small cry of surprise from the Canadian.

"Let the gayness of this hug prove our love for you!" He then turned to Arthur, who was looking at the door as if he wanted to leave. "C'mon, Dad! Join us! The gayness of this hug will not be compete without the last member of our big, gay, family!"

The Brit spattered, his cheeks heating up, but he made no move to...Well, move. Just how could they all manage to do such embarrassing things and not even bat an eye? He blamed Francis, frog was always just so...Emotional.

"Iggggggggyyyyyyyy~!" Alfred whined, jotting out his bottom lip and flashing his father his puppy dog eyes. Though it proved to be largely ineffective for all it did was cause the harsh gentleman's eyebrow to twitch. But then Francis joined in. He looked at his spouse with his own puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, Artie! Why won't you hug your sons?" Francis said melodramatically, even throwing in his French accent. Arthur's cheeks reddened even deeper and he knew he had him. As much as the British man said he hated everything about France, he could always get him to do what he wanted if he said it in a French accent.

"F-Fine." He got up and went around to the other side of the table. There was a moments hesitation before he awkwardly wrapped his arms around his two sons. Matthew was still to busy hiccoughing to notice but Alfred removed a arm from his brother and wrapped it around his father.

"Yay! Gay Hug complete!" He exclaimed.

Silence.

"...I think my teenage rebellion is starting to kick in," Matthew's muffed voice said from Francis shirt. Within the next few seconds everyone had uncurled themselves from everyone else.

"I really am glad you decided to tell us your secret," Francis said, planting a soft kiss on Matthew's forehead. "So know that we're do whatever it takes to help you with these abilities. Just no more sneaking around, oui?"

Matthew nodded with a small smile, wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks.

"I love you, always remember that, oui?"

Again Matthew nodded and Francis kissed him on the cheek before he turned and went back into the house.

"Y-yes, well Matthew. I...I'm glad you decided to tell us your secret as well," Arthur said, coughing in his fist. "Well, I do have some work to do, so, um..." He gave the Canadian a very awkward pat on the shoulder. "Right." Arthur turned away and walked back into the house as well. He shivered at the sudden cold that hit him.

"B-Bloody hell, Francis! Turn the bleeding temperature up!"

"But Artie! I know how we could keep each other warm, hum?"

"D-Don't touch me, you frog!"

It was then Matthew and Alfred decided they should leave the house for a while.

Translations:
Mon petite soleil - French for my little sunshine (Cute I know)
Je t'aime. Je t'aime beaucoup - French for I love you. I love you a lot or very much or something along those lines.

Aaarrrrggghhhh I don't like writing happy. But this chapter was necessaryyyyyyy ggaaahh derp.

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