A/N: EDIT! EDIT EDIT! FOR PURPOSES LATER ON IN THE STORY I WENT BACK AND CHANGED MATTIE'S PRE-SCHOOL TEACHER FROM YAO TO ELIZAVETA! THANK YOU AND SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCES
Francis yawned as he straightened up the papers into a neat pile for about the twenty thousandth time that day. 'The job is fun, they said. You'll love it, they said.' He thought scowling softly. Antonio was the Spanish teacher at the school, while Gilbert was the German teacher; both were his best friends and had helped him get a position as a teacher at the school. Not that he wasn't grateful, because he was, but he wanted to be home and not have to deal with teenagers who didn't want to do any work and sleep in his class.
He looked over his desk one more time before shrugging and walking out of the class, door shutting softly behind him as he left.
"Hey! Frenchie! Wait up for the awesomeness that is me!" A heavily German(or Prussian according to him) voice yelled to Francis from halfway down the hall behind him. "Eh?! Me too mi amigo(my friend)!~" This voice, Spanish accented.
Francis chuckled softly and waved to the two. "Bonjour(hello). And How was your first day of school?" Gilbert groaned and rubbed his forehead.
"Terrible. Those kids are demons!" Antonia and Francis glanced to each other then back to the self proclaimed Prussian. "Well they are! We were saints compared to them!" Francis crossed his arms. "We came to school drunk and high multiple times." Antonio nodded in agreement. "...but that was fun..." The albino man said.
Antonio chuckled. "What did they do on the first day of school already?" Gilbert rubbed his chin in thought. "They slept in first period." He said with a shrug. Francis rolled his eyes. "Whatever!" Gilbert said annoyed. The Spanish man turned to Francis. "So how's Matthew been? I don't think we've seen him since he was a little bitty thing." Gilbert and Antonio grinned widely as their friend smiled widely and his eyes sparkled.
"Mon cher is getting so big! He loves to eat pancakes, so I try and make them as often as I can for him~ and he loves to drown his pancakes in maple syrup!" He practically squealed. Gilbert pat him on the shoulder. "Tonio and I will have to come and see him. Last time we saw him, I think was about a year ago. He was what? Two, three? So he's four now, ja?" Francis nodded.
The Frenchman looked down at the watch on his wrist. "Gah! I have to go guys, I'll see you tomorrow! Au revoir(goodbye)!" And with that he quickly took off running to his car, his friends staring at him. They shrugged and continued on their own ways to their cars.
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Arthur sighed as he ran a hand through his messy hair as he walked out of the schools library. He had met up with his two new friends, Lukas and Vlad, and the three had decided to make up a magic club for the school after finding out that all three had an interest in magic of sorts.
He continued walking down the sidewalk, lost in thought, when he was almost pushed to the ground but caught his balance.
"Ah! Je suis désolé! Excusez-moi! Désolé!(I'm sorry! Excuse me! Sorry!)" Francis yelled in quick French, catching his balance and quickly running.
Arthur scowled and brushed invisible dirt off of himself. "Blast I hope he's not that annoying in class. I hate French." He mumbled under his breath. 'Now what the bloody hell did that Frog say?...' he thought confusedly. 'Need a French dictionary as well.' he thought with a sigh.
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Francis quickly unlocked his car and jumped in, starting it and putting it in reverse. He was already late. He had to pick up Matthew from the preschool. He scowled as he drove to it, a ten or fifteen minute drive from the high school. 'I shouldn't have wasted so much time straightening up the room.' He thought with a sigh as he finally pulled into the small parking lot of the preschool.
He quickly got out of the car and ran over to where the Hungarian woman sat on the stairs watching his petit Matthieu. "Je suis désolé. I had to clean up a bit..." he trailed off as the Hungarian woman just shook her head and sighed softly.
"Mr. Bonnefoy, I told you, I'm not a babysitter. I can't watch Matthew everyday like this, okay? So don't become too dependent on me!" Elizaveta said, shaking her head in slight annoyance. "I'll do it the rest of this week but after this no more. That'll give you plenty of time to find a babysitter for him if you're going to be late, right?"
Francis sighed and nodded. "Oui. I'm very sorry. I'll find a babysitter. Thank you." Elizaveta nodded and called for Matthew. The violet eyed boy ran over to Francis and jumped into his waiting arms. "Papa! I missed you!" The small child hugged his dad tightly around the neck and Francis chuckled, hugging him back. "I missed you too mon cher. Merci again Elizaveta !" He waved goodbye to the Hungarian woman, who waved back, and then walked to the car. "How was school mon cher?" He asked, buckling Matthew into his booster seat.
The small child looked down. "I didn't like it. I was ignored and naptime was boring. You weren't there at all Papa!" The blonde boy looked like he was about to cry and Francis gave him a quick hug. "I know. I'm sorry Matthieu. Hey, to make it up to you how about we have pancakes for dinner? Hm?" Matthew's violet eyes sparkled a bit at the mention of pancakes and he nodded emphatically.
Francis chuckled and drove them back to the small apartment. They went in and he began to make the pancakes as Matthew talked about his day. When the pancakes were done the two ate and then Francis gave his son a bath.
While he was tucking him in, Matthew yawned widely. "Papa?" "Oui mon cher?" "Can you tell me about Maman tonight?" Francis felt his heart skip a beat or two before he slowly nodded, gulping. "Well... she was très belle(very beautiful). She was stubborn too. Very independent. And had the most brightest blue eyes. More beautiful than the sky on a clear day."
Matthew smiled sleepily. "I miss her." Francis kissed him on the head. "I know," he mumbled."I do too cher. Sweet dreams." He re-tucked Matthew in and turned the lights off, only after making sure the night light was on, and left the small room. He went to his own and sat on the bed, staring at a picture of Jeanne. "Tu me manques." he mumbled with a sad sigh.
A/N: okay well that ending was depressing. Next chapter will be a bit happier I promise! But before it gets better, it gets a bit worse! And yes, I did make his wife/Matthew's mommy be Jeanne D'Arc/Joan of Arc because I also love FrancexJeanne/Joan and didn't really know who else to make be Canada's mom... I'll work on the next chapter a bit tomorrow. Eh today... It's 2 in the morning for me. Night ya'll!