~Morning Afterwards~

A good night sleep wasn't enough to improve Alfred's mood. He wanted to shove a thing of lumber up Francis's fucking ass and turn him into a French lollipop. That thought was the only thing that could bring a smile to his face. "Hey Matt, you up?" He looked over at the other bed to see some dude he didn't know and Matthew sleeping on top of his chest. It took him a while to remember what he saw when he got home last night. He hit them with a pillow. "Hey we have school today!" He growled. Gilbert jumped from the bed and Matthew responded by smacking Alfred with his pillow.

"There is no way I'm going to school and sitting in a rock hard plastic chair all day. My ass hurts, no thanks to you Gilbert, be gentler next time." The last sentence was out before he could even think. Alfred's eyes got wide, he thought the dude was just some creepy looking fucker that Matthew invited over with mom out, how was he to guess that they did the naughty. Not that the used condom stuck to the bedroom wall wasn't clue enough.

Matthew blushed and opened his mouth to fix his mistake. No words came out and he ended up just covering his face.

"Well this is awkward…hi, I'm Gilbert, Matthew's boy friend," Gilbert smiled and held out his hand to Alfred. Alfred shook it, not sure what else he was supposed to do. Matthew peeked up at his brother and pealed the condom off the wall while he wasn't looking. "So, hey, you're related to Francis, that must suck!" Gilbert said.

Alfred growled bitterly. "You have no idea. If I get my hands on him I'm going to…I'm going to." He smiled wickedly and Gilbert raised an eyebrow.

"Aww shit, what did the dumb fuck do now?" Alfred ended up telling them the whole story, a story, as it turned out, Gilbert already heard before. He shook his head, "Dude that's not good. I know him well and I know what that sick fuck is thinking! He'll defiantly try to get Arthur in bed again," Gilbert said whilst shaking his head. Matthew frowned.

"If he knows what's best for him he'll stay far, far, far away from my boyfriend," Alfred growled and cracked his knuckles. Gilbert shook his head again. Alfred grunted and glared at the window. He imagined his hands crushing Francis skull into the ground. "If he's smart he won't do a thing."

"But he's not smart! He tried the same thing to a friend of mine Antonio. See, Francis had the hots for Antonio's boyfriend of who knows how many years; he got close to, but Antonio, like, got his hands on the Family battle axe and kicked down the door. The two of them don't talk anymore," Gilbert said, remembering that it was actually one hell of a party. Well, until the cops came.

"I knew Francis was a pervert and a sexual demon, but does he really have no control? I mean who does a thing like that?" Matthew shook his head and grabbed onto Gilbert's arm.

Arthur looked into the mirror; he felt sick. His maid knocked on the door asking if he was alright. He shooed her off and turned the sink on. His roots were starting to come back in, he didn't feel like fixing it anytime soon, maybe he would go back to being a blonde. "Or maybe, I should try being a brunette? Oh god…I would look just like dad if I did that." He wrinkled his nose at the thought.

"Sir, sir are you going to school to day? Shall I prepare the car or are you taking the bus?" His father's butler asked him, cracking the door open. The Butler had worked in the family since he was nineteen. But now he was old and gray, married twice, five kids and a few grandchildren. "Sir is everything alright?" He asked. Arthur shook his head, he always saw the butler as a grandfather; he trusted him more then his own father.

"I don't know what to do…I feel like I might start another scandal. Remember Francis…well as it turns out the boy I told you about is his cousin." Arthur stared at the running water.

His butler took his hand and held it. "Is this boy…mister Alfred…is he like his cousin?"

"Bloody hell no, Alfred is no perv. Alfred is an idiot, just an idiot," Arthur said looking up from the sink.

His butler gave a soft smile and laughed. "He's your idiot sir. I don't think you really need my help this time sir. You already know what to do, here." He poked Arthur in the chest and left to ready the car. Arthur frowned and placed his hand over where he was poked.

At school he joined Alfred, shooting the football players he was with a glare, and took his hand and pulled him off. The players watched and were quick to realize their relationship. Number 80 smacked the others. "Aww leave them alone you dumb fucks," He growled, and being the largest and toughest on the team, they listened.

"Arthur I don't want you to worry."

"Twit, I'm not worried," He said but was still pulled into a hug. Alfred smelled like bacon, from breakfast maybe. He returned the hug and gave a soft smile. Francis stood at the top of the stairs, watching them as he gave a smirk. Arthur happened to see him. He glared at him and became tense with bitter anger and hate. "Now don't you worry about me," He said to him, his eyes not leaving the French teen. Francis winked at him before walking off.

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last chapter I'll be posting for while. Seeing that I have no real idea how I'm going to write the thing I have planned to happen in this fic. But when I do it'll be hot, sexy, dramatic, awesomeness. Review or suffer the might of my stubbornness.