A/N: I can't remember what made me write this... But, I'm just trying to clear my desktop of any finished drabbles so... Expect maybe one more update tonight~

Everyone have an awesome Tuseday night and please enjoy this!

"Could you please be on your best behaviour? This means a lot to me."

Alfred huffed. "I thought you hated the French. Now you're going to dine with one?"

Arthur stood back up. "I never said I hated the French. Now please, just get dressed into something nice. He'll be over at nine."

Alfred huffed again and flopped back onto his bed. "Fine. I'll get dressed before he gets here, but I'm not going to like it."

"Thank you, Alfred. Thank you very much." Arthur patted Alfred's shoulder and then left the teenagers room with a skip in his step.

Alfred looked at the clothes he was already wearing. "These are just fine." Okay, so that wasn't as convincing as it was supposed to be. Alfred stood up and began rummaging through his closet for something his dad would approve of.

"Thank you for coming, Francis."

"Thank you for having me. Oh! And this is mon petit Mathieu." Francis ushered the teenage boy forward to greet Arthur.

"I-It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kirkland."

"Charming." Arthur led to two through the door and to the dining room where Alfred was waiting, toying with his fork. "This is my son, Alfred. Alfred, come greet our guests."

Alfred glanced up, bored out of his mind already, until he saw the blond teen next to Francis. "Hey."

"Hi."

Francis ushered Mathieu to sit next to Alfred while he sparked up a conversation with Arthur.

"I'm Alfred."

"I-I'm Mathieu."

"So uh…"

Mathieu nodded to that and sat down.

"A-Are you from around here?" What a stupid question!

"Y-Yeah. I've been here for a while now. Since Kindergarten, actually." Mathieu chewed his lip.

"O-Oh… Me too. Uh…"

"W-We have a couple classes together this year."

"Oh?"

"Yeah… Home room, English, Algebra… History, Physics…"

Now Alfred felt completely stupid.

"It's nice seeing you outside of work, Cher."

"Yes. It's very nice." Arthur fought down a blush. "So, we can get dinner started. I made turkey."

"You cooked?"

"A-Actually, Alfred did." Arthur gave Francis a sheepish smile.

Alfred heard his name and whipped his head, glad to get away from the awkward conversation with Mathieu.

"Yeah. Dad can't cook for his life." Alfred threw his head back in a laugh, completely missing the glare sent his way.

"Well, let's eat." Arthur passed the turkey around the table.