A/N- Thank you for the reviews and follows and such! HAHAHAH YEAH MY REVIEWS HAVE BEEN FIXED BY THE WAY! Soooo shoutout time!
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Oh, and I just cringe, realizing how many translations I'm going to have to do for France. You people better love me~ ESPECIALLY SINCE MY COMPUTER SUCKS AND KEEPS SHUTTING DOWN AND DELETING EVERYTHING! I'VE HAD TO RETYPE THIS LIKE 10 TIMES! Anyways... Without further ado, enjoy my comrades!
Once the two boys rescued themselves off the street, somehow they had found themselves inside a couples house. So now, two little boys sat wrapped in fluffy white towels as they sat on the couch, nibbling on cookies. Across from them, sat the two grown ups in wooden chairs that had been pulled over, with equally confused expressions on their faces.
The living room which they all were gathered in was of a decent size. The walls were a pale shade that seemed about peach and the ceiling was bright white. The furniture had a darkened color scheme of burgundy, dark brown, black, and gray. There was a long couch that rested on a gray rug that covered most of the brown floor. There was a love-seat next to the couch, and in front of it a glass table with a elegant vase perched on the table. A large TV was before that and a DVD player below. Another table was off to the side of the room with a mirror resting atop it. Paintings were scattered here and there on the walls, though there was not much other decoration. Hallways led off from the living room, and a half wall separated it from the kitchen that rivaled it's size which could slightly be seen. All of this was observed by Alfred as he nibbled on the delectable chocolate chip cookie with a happy expression.
Both the young boys had halted their shivering by this point, and were looking less pale then when they had entered. Alfred swung his legs since they were off of the couch, body rocking, and eyes shining with an emotion that could be judged at pride. Fear still lurked deep within them, even though most of it was gone now. The two grown ups didn't seem too mean. They had allowed them in after all and had given them warm towels which were now damp with water. Said adults scanned over the boys, before looking too each other. Since they were so intent on analyzing the boys, Alfred shifted his blue eyed gaze over to do the same.
The first male that caught his eye, could've been mistaken as a woman at first glance. He had slightly kinked golden hair that flowed past his shoulders, and soothing blue eyes. He had flawless skin and slight stubble along his chin that matched his hair. This only seemed to make him appear more perfect. If a guess could be made, the male stood at about 5'8, though he was hunched over a little as he sat with cross legs. The man was dressed in long dark red pants that were leaning towards brown, with a white shirt that had a slit down the neck to reveal his chest. His purple coat had gotten wet when briefly in the rain, so now it sat to the side forgotten. From the brief conversation exchange, Alfred had figured out that he was named Francis. His eyes betrayed concern and confusion as he stared at the duo.
The other male that went by the name Arthur looked more scary than the first. Golden hair a little darker than his companions, with eyebrows the size of caterpillars. His eyes were an emerald green the glinted with mixed emotions, and his skin was a more peachy tone. He seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face that made Matthew nervous and Alfred confused. Arthur seemed to be about 5'6 in height, though he too was slouched forward to observe the children closely. He was dressed in dark gray pants with a white undershirt and a dark green jackets over that. The collar was folded over and it seemed that no wrinkles were in sight on his uniform. As he regarded the two damp children, his expression started to slowly soften and melt.
"So...Will you be our parents?" Alfred spoke up. The cookie had kept him busy enough to stay silent, but now that only crumbs remained, he was speaking his mind again. The two adults glanced over to each other in thought. There was a moment of silence, before the male with the busy eyebrows spoke up. "Er, well the answer is a maybe. We just met the two of you, so you can't honestly expect us to take you in off the bat. And what about your real parents? They must be worried about you, and your friends as well. Especially with this bloody storm raging outside." As Arthur spoke, a British accent could heavily be heard.
Matthew remained silent throughout this all. He had finished his snack as well, and only pulled the damp towel he was wrapped in closer to his body. The little boy winced at the pain briefly felt from the action, though it barely showed. Or if it did, no one took notice. He was the type to be easily looked over. Sure he had been identified and people knew he was there, but his brother had more of an impact and an attitude that could be remembered. The little Canadian was thankful for being mainly invisible for the moment, as he didn't want to be the center of attention.
Alfred glanced over towards his brother at the words spoken by Arthur. At least it wasn't an outright denial. They still had a shot at getting parents that afternoon. Seeing Matthew's expression, and how his brother clearly wasn't going to answer, he decided to. His brother didn't speak much anyways, and was the silent type, so this was better. "Aw come on, just think about it! As for real parents? Well they left us. We've been living at an orphanage together, and don't have parents or friends. Wait...Maybe I shouldn't have told you that! Please don't send us back!"
Startled at the sudden thought of being sent away, he scrambled off the couch. The towel fell to the ground to reveal his thin body which was revealed by clothes that hung off his gaunt form. Alfred rushed over to the duo, aiming for Arthur. He stopped at his knees, and extended his little hands to grasp the coat of the male. "Please, please don't send us back there! It was horrible! We'll go if you really want, just don't send us back!" Wailed the boy, Matthew gaining a panicked expression as well.
Seeing the tears welling in his bright blue eyes, the green eyed adult struggled for a response with a saddened expression. The long haired male chose this opportunity to speak up. "We will not send you away petits, you just have to give us some time to get used to this. It is not every day two children appear at our door, non? I promise though, until we figure out exactly what we're doing, me and Angleterre shall care for you. Is that acceptable?" Francis had a heavy French accent that sounded like silk when spoken. His bright blue eyes glittered and he offered a small small to the little boy.
Alfred chose to release his tight grip on Arthur's jacket to his relief and pad a few steps over to Francis. "Really?!" He asked. "Of course petit. Now-" He bent over after uncrossing his long legs, and gently placing a hand on either side of his waist. He was thin and ribs could be felt with ease as the Frenchman hoisted up the boy. He turned him in the air, and chose to sit him on one of his knees. Alfred gripped onto his shirt to make sure he wouldn't fall, though a large grin was in place.
Matthew in the meanwhile, only sat forgotten. He huddled up in his towel and watched the exchange. A small smile curved over his pale lips as he sat with keen eyes.
"What is your name?" Continued Francis, smiling down at the blond boy who beamed up at him. His hair had dried somewhat, and was fluffier with one tuft sticking up at the part. His skin was starting to regain its natural color as well. "My name's Alfred!" He simply chirped happily with his little legs swinging again as he sat on Francis' thigh.
"And what about you mon petit?" His French now had an added word that went unnoticed to the children. They didn't have a clue what the foreign words were at the moment, though Arthur did. He quirked a fuzzy eyebrow, watching the confused look appear upon the other young boy's face.
The Canadian glanced to Alfred, then up to Francis as if making sure that he was in fact the one being spoken to. Francis only nodded his head with a hopeful smile. Matthew cowered back, his shyness showing itself. At Alfred's hopeful eyes, and the prospect of a family, he spoke up.
"Matthew..." Were the soft words. Sadly no one but Alfred could hear, as Alfred was used to the mouse soft voice. "Hrm? One more time mon petit?" He asked once more. Matthew shifted in place, but shook his head rapidly, causing his wheat colored locks to shake. "He's kinda shy. His name is Mattie though and he's my twin." Chirped Alfred in response. Francis had a soft smile spread across his face, and his features softened. "Well then come join your père et frère, mon petit Matthieu?" Francis extended his other slightly calloused hand to the shy child.
There were a few moments of hesitance which were tense four all four of the people in the room. Then at last, Matthew carefully slid off the couch. He was more elegant, carefully setting the towel down, before clasping his hands before him and wringing them together. His body still trembled slightly as he walked over to the tall blond Frenchman. Caring blue eyes stared down at him, before the free hand and arm hooked around his waist. In the next moment, Matthew was scooped up and set on Francis' other knee. The Canadian's smile which had disappeared grew again and hesitance joy appeared in his eyes.
"Does that mean we can call you Dad?!" Asked Alfred eagerly, peering up at Francis. He received a smooth chuckle and a nod of a head. "I would prefer Papa my darlings, but oui." Alfred's smile lit up his whole face with joy, and his grip on Francis' shirt became white knuckled.
Alfred beamed with happiness before he joyfully exclaimed. "If you're our Papa, then who's our Mama?" This caused the two grown ups to exchange a look. Clearly the children were too young to understand why the two men were living together.
Neither the Frenchman nor the Englishman had wives. In fact, they were married to each other. Well, not officially. It was illegal at the moment in the US of A to be married to the same sex. They considered themselves to be married to each other, yet it wasn't official. Yet. That's when Francis got a devious twinkle deep within his ice blue eyes. Arthur's small smile disappeared, and a scowl reformed on his face, large blond eyebrows knitting together as he shook his head slowly. Alfred shifted, moving his hands to brace against Frances' shoulder in order to turn his torso properly and follow the larger male's gaze. Matthew simply leaned to the side a little to peer past Alfred's head and follow the blue gaze as well.
"Angleterre is your mama my mes enfants." Francis spoke. Though only one voice was heard after, the other sibling was in fact thinking it.
"Hi new Mommy!"
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"Venez à l'Angleterre ne se plaignent pas! Tout ira bien, je vous assure mon chér! Juste embrasser ce moment, que nous avons toujours volu des enfants de notre propre, non?" Asked the Frenchman in fluent French. The two children they had unofficially adopted were working on running a bath together. Instructions were given on where said bath was, then the duo had promptly took off with one more eager than the other. While they were starting their warm bath, the two adults were standing together in the kitchen.
Francis leaned against the white topped counter which wrapped around a whole side of the kitchen. Cabinets hung from the walls and were below the counter, and there was a gas lighting stove and a sink separating the counter half way along. A large double door fridge was at the end of the counter, and a brown table was in the middle of the large kitchen. The floors were polished white tile, and the walls a pale yellow that was a strange contrast to the walls in the living room. Another counter was on the opposite side of the room, though there were bar stools before it as it was a sitting place, and one was taken by Arthur. There were appliances and other things one might find in a kitchen here and there. Besides it's size, it simply looked like an impeccable kitchen.
"Speak in the Queen's language you bloody frog, I can only understand about half of what you say." Scoffed the Brit with his usual scowl back in place. He was still not over the whole 'mommy' incident which had Francis roaring with laughter moments ago. Francis sighed, eyes rolling but his small half smile that looked more like a smirk still in place.
"In short, I am asking you to cheer up! It cannot be that bad mon chér. We've considered adoption before, so how is this any different?" Asked Francis. A hand came up to comb through his silky locks. His fingers groomed through his hair without being caught up in any knots. Seeing Arthur's scowl not fade, Francis sigh. His smile faltered, hand leaving it's work to scratch at his stubble covered jaw. "Nothing?" Arthur grit his teeth at the word. He spoke up soon after. "Nothing, of course nothing! There is a huge difference mind you! Two children just showed up in the rain, having come from an orphanage and asked for us to be their parents! That doesn't happen on a regular basis frog..." Arthur stated, his voice near the pitch of yelling.
Francis pushed himself off of the counter he was leaning on, and took slow graceful steps over to his husband. His feet slid across the tiled floor do to the fluffy white socks that he was wearing. Once he arrived at Arthur who was facing him, he slipped up to him and pressed his body between his slightly parted legs. This caused his thighs to be spread further, and their groins to nearly touch. Francis' hands trapped Arthur's body by positioning themselves on the table at each side of his body. The Englishman only continued scowl, though a pink tinge did spread across his fair cheeks.
"Well, now that we have children, no more sex. They can probably hear us if they are to stay in the guest room for now. We don't want to scar their innocent minds after all." Arthur stated, emerald eyes glaring into soft blue ones. Francis swooped in closer, warm breath ghosting across Arthur's skin. His chap stick shined lips were inches from Arthur's own. In response, Francis' hips ground forward. The growing bulge in the blue eyed male's pants caused Arthur to shudder, goosebumps rippling over his skin. "But it is good to teach children in the way of love is it not? And they will not hear. I am sure that the walls are thick enough. Not as thick as something else, but close." Of course...It was just like the frog to still find a way to offer sex. Not that Arthur minded, though he wouldn't admit this fact.
Francis was about to close the distance, but a soft cough caught their attention. Two heads snapped to the side and down, gazes landing on a little boy standing shaking in the doorway. His wide lavender eyes stared up at the act of romance between the adults, though he was clearly flustered judging by the nervousness in his eyes and the blush on his pale cheeks.
"Matthew? This isn't what it looks like, this is nothing." Arthur huffed, moving his arms which had been free the whole time to shove Francis away by his well sculpted chest. He stood off his stool, adjusting his shirt and striding over. Once at the boy, it was clear he wasn't going to explain. "Matthew?" He asked again. This time, the Canadian showed a response. No words were uttered from the child, instead, a tiny pale hand reached upwards. He seized the end of Arthur's long sleeved jacket in a delicate grip, before giving a beckoning tug. "Oh, alright I'll follow you Matthew." Reassured Arthur. He had to bend over slightly to make it easier for the boy to hold him, as the fragile grip didn't lessen.
"But mon chér-" "No." Cut off Arthur. "I'm going to help the boy's bathe, why don't you be useful and set up the guest room instead of hitting on me." Arthur stated in a firm tone. Francis had learned by the few years they had been together, that this was not a tone to be messed with. Francis visibly deflated, though nodded his head. Yet as Matthew tugged the taller male away, the blue gaze couldn't help him follow Arthur's rounded ass as he left. Oh hon hon...How he would so get him back later..."
A/N- And those two are why the rating is T... Anyways, I might start typing through the line breaks, though I'm not really sure. What do you guys think? Also, this was going to be a larger chapter, but I decided to split it in half because I was taking too long to type a portion of it. I had the beginning and end. I hope this is okay...And word count is 3,249. Oh and anyways, ugh, here they come. French translation time...
petit(s)- little one(s) (roughly translated)
non- no
Angleterre- England
mon petit- my little one
père et frère- brother and father
Mattieu- Matthew (French version of his name)
oui- yes
mes enfants- my children
Venez à l'Angleterre ne se plaignent pas! Tout ira bien, je vous assure mon chér! Juste embrasser ce moment, que nous avons toujours volu des enfants de notre propre, non?- Come on England do not complain! All will go well I assure you my darling! Just embrace this moment, as we've always wanted kids of our own, no?
mon chér- my darling
THAT'S IT I THINK. So, I hope you enjoyed, and until next time~