Hey guys! Kitty29 here with a new chapter of Colours! Now I know I said that I had writers block and didn't know when I would be updating but the weird thing about writers block is while I expected it to last maybe a week or so, it only lasted two days. So I really should have waited before I posted that last omake. I blame bombayxprodigy so hard!

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"You okay, Matt? You look a little out of it."

The young blond looked up at his concerned Cuban friend with a small sheepish smile and shrugged. Another week meant another visit to his mentor. This was the forth meeting that he had been to, meaning a month had passed since he first set foot in the sketchy warehouse. In that month he had managed to became a part of the small group of people that came here week after week.

"No, I'm fine, it's just..." Matthew sighed before he rested his arms on the table in front of him and placed his head on top of them. "It's just...My Papa dropped me off here today. Well, not here but at the bus spot I usually get off at."

"...Huh." Was all Estefan could think of saying. He didn't see what the big deal was about hitching a ride with ones parents. "I don't get it."

"I told my parents about my ability the other day," Matthew explained further and the people at the table all 'oh'd in understanding.

"And how did that go?" Toris asked in a gentle tone, knowing that sometimes coming out to parents didn't always end well, such as the case with he and his brothers.

Matthew sighed again. "I...They already knew."

There was a small pause before both Estefan and Ivan laughed at the teen, and Roderich turned away to try and hide his smirk.

"Oh Matvey, you really are bad at lying," Ivan said with amusement before he pulled out his iPod and focused his attention on that instead. Estefan continued to laugh as he slapped the Canadian on the back, earning a squeak of displeasure.

"Yeah, you couldn't lie your way out of a wet paper bag!"

"Why does everyone say that?" Matthew asked exasperated and it only served to make his older friend laugh harder, smacking his palm against the table in glee. Meanwhile Ivan gave a small sigh of disappointment as his iPod stopped working.

"Ahh...It's dead." Ivan pouted.

"Oh, I'll charge it for you," Toris said, holding out his hand. Ivan smiled his creepy childlike smile at the brown haired male.

"Ah! Thank you comrade." He placed his dead device into the others hand. As soon as the music player touched his skin it flickered back to life and happily reported that it was charging.

"You're welcome," Toris said politely before he turned back to the blushing blond. "So it went well? That's good."

Matthew, glad that someone was talking to him so that he could ignore his laughing friend, immediately answered. "Y-Yeah it went fine. It's a bit weird now though, they keep asking questions about it. And my Papa got invited to Tony's forum the day after I told him."

Roderich clicked his tongue in annoyance and crossed his arms. "Parents joining the forum. It is never something that ends well."

"I hear that," Estefan added, now over his laughing spell. "My mom trolls all my posts and messages me every time I make a spelling mistake."

At this everyone shivered, thinking about just how awful that would be. Matthew desperately hoped that Francis would not be one of those parents.

"Where is Liz?" Ivan asked randomly, completely changing the subject.

"Elizabeta? She's not well." Roderich answered. "She is staying home so she will not spread her cold to us."

"That's too bad. I hope she gets better soon," Toris said. Ivan seemed to share another opinion as he shook his head in disappointment.

"A leader should always show up to their own gathering, no matter how broken they are," Ivan started, that smile still on his face as he bad mouthed the girl. "If I was the leader, I know some things would change..."

Roderich narrowed his eyes at the Russian. "For the last time Ivan, you are not becoming this groups leader! You should be thankful we even allow you here anymore."

"Oh, don't be so upset little Roderich, especially not over me," Ivan retorted as he leaned forward and rested his hands under his chin. "You just go on with your life...and I'll focus on mine, da?"

"Okay!" Toris quickly exclaimed, wanting to break up whatever argument he was sure would follow before it started. "It's bit late isn't it about time for us to..." He trailed off when he looked down at Ivan's iPod and saw the time flash up at him. His eyes widened as he jumped out of his chair.

"Goodness! I'm late!" He put the device down on the table and slid it towards the Russian. "I'm sorry! But I have to go! It was nice seeing everyone again!" And he was up those stairs so fast that Matthew swore he would have missed the impressive fret if he had blinked.

Ivan chuckled at the Lithuanian's plight before he too looked down at his semi charged device. "Da, it is getting late. Now should be a good time to leave." He pocketed the music player before he stood, looking down at the Canadian that was seated beside him. "Do you remember your task for the week, Matvey?"

Matthew nodded. "Yes, 'identify which colour means what'. But I already have an idea of what they mean, can't we—"

"An idea, Matvey. An idea is not good enough. You need to know." He placed a large hand down on the smaller males shoulder and gave it a bit too forceful squeeze. "Don't question my methods comrade. Good bye~!"

And so he left, leaving the Canadian to rub the spot his hand was previously on. Estefan frowned at the Russian before he turned to his friend.

"Are you sure you don't want me to train you?" The Cuban asked again for the, who knows how many times now.

"I'm sure," Matthew nodded before he rolled his shoulder in an attempt to lessen the slight pain. Truthfully, though creepy, the lessons with Ivan were going quite well. Although the tasks assigned were rather simple, Matthew really felt as if he was getting more in control of his ability. "N-Not that I don't want you to train me, it's just that our abilities are too different and—"

The Cuban held up a hand to stop him. "It's okay, I get it. But there's just...Something about that guy that creeps me out."

"You and everyone who has had the pleasure of speaking to the large oaf," Roderich said, sighing through his nose before he turned to the Cuban. "If you are leaving I would like the keys."

Estefan nodded before he pulled the keys from his pocket and slid it across the table at the dark haired man. "Remember to lock the back doors as well." Estefan said before he turned and nodded at Matthew, who gathered up his stuff before he exited the building along with the dark skinned man.

"Can we go and get some ice cream or something?" Matthew asked as he shielded his eyes from the harsh setting sun. "I don't really want to go home right now."

"Why? Parents killing you with questions?" Estefan asked with a smirk and Mathew just sighed.

"Yeah, plus I have this literary project I have to work on when I get back. It's worth a lot of marks and of course I get teamed up with Scott Hembleton." He waved his hands in the air when he said the name, hinting that this guy was some kind of big shot. "The guy who's just gonna make fun of my hair the whole time then make me do all the work."

"That sucks," Estefan sympathized as he tugged out his pack of cigarettes. "Jackass's like him were one of the reasons I dropped out."

"No more Scott Hembleton's...That does sound tempting," Matthew sighed before he ran a hand through his hair. "Do you ever regret dropping out?"

"Only when I'm job hunting," he answered honestly before he lit up his thumb to light his fag. "But now that I have a job, nope." There was a short pause before he quickly added. "You should stay in school though."

"I plan to. Even if I wanted to drop out my parents would kill me befor..." He trailed off when a familiar looking car suddenly came into view. "...I think that's Arthur's car."

And sure enough his suspicions were only confirmed when the car puled over and out came the mentioned Brit. He waved over to the Canadian to make sure that he saw him, and timidly Matthew waved back, his body tensing. The two stopped walking as Estefan looked over to the rather sharply dressed British man with a raised eyebrow.

"So this is your 'Papa?'" He questioned as he took a drag and exhaled the smoke. He looked between the two before he shook his head. "You look nothing alike."

"That's because this is my step-dad," Matthew answered in a whisper, even though his father was a good ways away from them. "I have two Dads."

Estefan just took another drag. "...Huh." Was all Estefan could think of saying.

"Oh no, he's coming this way!" Matthew exclaimed with slight panic in his voice. He eyes flickered between his friend and the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. "Do you mind...?"

"...Oh! Sure." The Cuban throw his fag to the ground and quickly stomped it out just as the British man made his way over.

"Hello, Matthew," Arthur greeted, stopping just a few feet away from the pair.

"Hi Arthur," Matthew greeted back with a small wave, not meeting the others gaze.

"So, hum," Arthur coughed into his fist. "This is..."

"Oh!" Matthew gestured to the dark haired man beside him. "This is, um, this is Estefan. Estefan, Arthur."

The two exchanged small greetings before Arthur turned his attention back to his step son. "Yes, well, I just thought I would come here and pick you up. Francis was going to come but he fell asleep so..."

"Oh, well okay... Actually, I was going to, um," he glanced at the larger man. "Hang out with Estefan for a bit and then take the bus home so..."

"Actually, you should go home with your Dad," the Cuban said, scratching at his stubble. "I have some errands to ran, so..."

"Ah... Another time then?"

"Yeah, another time." Estefan looked at the British man and nodded his head. "It was nice to met you, sir," he said before he walked past the older man and towards his home. God that was awkward, he was really hoping that that was just a one time thing between the two and it wasn't like that all the time. Making sure the Brit wasn't watching he pulled out his beloved pack of nicotine once more.

The family members nodded at each other before they stepped into the car and drove off. They didn't speak to each other as they went. Matthew opted to watching the the scenery past by as Arthur occasionally glanced over at the teen. Well, okay Francis, so he went to pick up your son in your place. Now what was he really hoping to accomplish? For them to have some kind of miracle bonding moment? Well, how things were going now that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Arthur supposed that he would have to be the grown up in the relationship—which technically he was—and start the conversation.

"So, Estefan. Isn't he a bit old?" Damn, not really the way he wanted it to start but it was the first thing that came out. Matthew didn't even take the his eyes away from the window as he answered. "He's not that much older than me."

"Just has that...Facial hair and smokes, eh?"

Matthew tensed at that last bit. So he saw that anyway huh? "I-I'm not dating him or anything."

Arthur arched an eyebrow. "I never assumed you were. Why, do you want to date him?"

At this Matthew turned to look at him, his face red. "Wha—? N-No. No! Why? D-Do you think I would go for guys like that? I, I mean, you think I'm gay?"

Well, definitely not the direction he was expecting the conversation to go in, but at least they were conversing. "I don't know, lad. It's okay if you are I mean, look at your father and I."

Matthew was rendered speechless. He tried to speak but couldn't find the correct words to reply to the Brit's ridiculous statement. Finally he decided to simply laugh and turn back to the window. "You'll know when I bring my first boyfriend home." He then said something absentmindedly that caused a number of events to happen. "Dad."

First, Arthur practically slammed on his breaks in surprise and promptly pulled over to the side of the road before he caused some kind of accident. Second, Matthew had something that he assumed only happened in movies and crappy soap operas; he had a flashback.

"I don't know why but...Ever since you know..." Matthew looked up at the older female with a shrug. "'The incident' I haven't been able to call him Dad. I mean, I've tried but... The word just doesn't come out..."

"You know what I think it is?" Dr. John said, lightly chewing at the end of her pen as she did her job. "I think that because you think you are the one to blame for this 'incident', whatever it is..." She paused to allow the male to jump in and fill her in on the details. When that didn't happen she continued. "Because of that you won't let anyone get close to you in the off chanceyou might hurt them."

Matthew looked up at her in shock. "N-no that can't be the reason, Dr. John! I—"

"You know, I noticed something," the female interrupted. "In the two years we've known each other, not once, even when I ask you to, have you ever called me Eliza." She rested her elbows on her knee and smiled at the boy. "Now why do you think that is?"

Matthew closed his mouth when he realized why he never called the women by her first name. It was so he could distance himself from her, for the exact reason she had said.

"It's fine," Eliza stated, leaning back in her chair and offering the Canadian a warm smile. "The day you begin to put this incident behind you is the day you'll be able to let more people into your life."

Matthew returned the smile before he looked back down at his fumbling hands. He certainly hoped that that would one day be true...

The third thing that happened was the two males looking at each other, both breathing heavily. Arthur's sudden driving stunt causing adrenaline to course through their bodies.

"D...Did you just...?" Arthur questioned and Matthew slowly nodded.

"I...I think I did..." Making sure it wasn't some kind of fluke he tried again. "Dad..." He breathed before he began to grow excited. "Dad! Dad, Dad, Dad. DAD!"

In an uncharacteristic show of affection, Matthew lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the others neck, laughing in absolute glee. Arthur, feeling as uncharacteristically giddy as his adoptive son, promptly returned the hug with just as much feeling, also laughing in happiness. They remained this way until the seat belts they were still wearing began to dig into their necks uncomfortably and they returned back to their seats, still smiling at each other and giggling as if high.

"I can't believe this is...I mean after all this time..." Matthew said in disbelief placing a hand on his forehead to make sure he wasn't running a fever and this was some hallucination. Arthur laughed again before he reached over and ruffled the boys head affectionately.

"I knew you would came through one day, lad." He smiled at him again before he decided that now would be a good time to get the car back on the road and continue towards their home.

"How do you think Papa will take it?"

"Ah, Francis, right. Make sure he's not busy when he hears you say it. Knowing him he'll cry."

Matthew laughed, "Yeah, and clung to the closest person to him. Which will be..."

"Me," Arthur finished with a sigh, though he was still smiling. "But it's fine. It's small price to pay."

They continued on for a while in conformable silence, their grins not slipping from their faces in the slightest. It wasn't until they hit their first red light did the the Brit speak.

"Do you want ice cream?"

"God yes."

Another sappy, happy, necessary chapter complete -head, met desk-
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