Francis sighed as he carried a quiet Matthew to the car. The Hungarian woman had shook her head in slight annoyance to him and told him that she wasn't a babysitter and then had allowed for him to take his son home. The ride back home was a quiet ride and Matthew stared out of the window, Francis every few seconds glancing in the rear view mirror to check on his son.
Once at the apartment Francis carried Matthew in and grinned widely at the small child. "So what do you want for dinner mon cher?" Matthew giggled and thought hard for a few seconds before finally yelling out, "Pancakes!~" excitedly.
Francis chuckled and nodded. He set Matthew down and the small child ran to the small living room to color in his coloring book happily. Francis began to make the pancakes as he listened to Matthew hum to himself. 'I'm probably going to pay for this later but oh well.' Francis thought as he poured some chocolate chips into the batter.
A few minutes later and the pancakes were done and Francis placed two of the chocolate pancakes onto a plate and cut them up for the four year old child. The French man reached into the fridge and pulled out a small carton of strawberries and the can of whipped cream and cut up two strawberries and placed the cut up slices onto the whipped cream that now covered the pancakes.
The blonde man nodded with satisfaction and did the same to his own pancakes. He quickly placed the can and carton back into the fridge, made himself and Matthew a glass of milk, and then placed the plates on the table with the cups.
"Oh Matthieu!~ Mon cher~ pancakes!~" "Yay!" Matthew ran into the kitchen in a fit of giggles and Francis couldn't help the happy grin forming on his face. The blonde haired child climbed into his chair and practically beamed with happiness as he noticed the sweet looking dinner placed before him. "Woah Papa! This looks si délicieux(so delicious)!"
Francis sat down next to the smaller child and smiled softly. "Merci mon cher~" Matthew nodded, mouth full of chocolate chip pancakes and whipped cream. Francis began to eat his own dinner much slower.
"Ah Matthieu, you know that Papa is a busy teacher, oui?" Francis asked. Matthew nodded slowly but in a confused manner. "Oui." Francis smiled softly. "Well one of mon students is failing my class. So Papa is going to help him."
Matthew began to pout. "So you're going to leave me alone more?!" His lavender eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. "What?! Of course not mon cher! You're going to come with me! While I'm helping him, his elder brother is going to watch over you for Papa. Then we're going to stay for dinner. This is one of Papa's very good friends. I'm sure you'll love him too~"
Matthew rubbed his eyes, effectively smearing whipped cream all over his face too, and nodded slowly. "So I'm going to make a new friend?" His papa nodded and Matthew grinned. "Okay. When do we go?"
"Tomorrow afternoon mon cher~" Francis pat Matthew on the head as the small child ate a strawberry. Matthew nodded and grinned. "I can't wait! I'm going to have a friend!"
~Line Skip~
Arthur flipped the page of the book he was reading and scowled softly. 'I can't understand a blasted word of this!' He thought, throwing the English to French dictionary onto the table.
"Don't you have anything better to do other than mess up my kitchen yah brat?!" Ian yelled, unlit cigarette dangling in his mouth.
Arthur sighed and crossed his arms. "No. You're making me do my homework out here because you don't believe that I'll actually do it in my room." Ian shrugged. "Speaking of homework, I had a conference with your French teacher."
Arthur paled slightly. "Yeah? So?" Ian turned to face his younger brother. "So I knew him. Lucky for you too might I add. He agreed to come over Tuesdays and Thursdays to tutor your sorry arse."
The emerald eyed boy scoffed. "I don't need his help. I'm doing fine in his class."
Ian glared. "That's been made obvious. Francis is coming here tomorrow afternoon whether you like it or not so you're going to have to deal with it. Now here," the red head placed a plate of brown food with potatoes in front of him, "shut up and eat your haggis."
When the taller man turned his back to Arthur the teen gagged slightly before slowly scooping some of the haggis onto a spoon and into his mouth. 'And he has the audacity to say that my food is disgusting! At least mine looks appealing!' he thought.
Ian sat across from his brother and eagerly began to eat his own food. Arthur sighed as he ate the food and thought about what would happen tomorrow. 'French first thing in the morning and then again at home. Great. Bloody fantastic.' He thought with an eye roll.
~Back With Francis and Mattie~*
Francis reached for Matthew and groaned. He was right. He was paying for giving the now hyperactive four year old too much sugar for dinner.
"Weee! Can't catch me! Can't catch me! Look Papa! I can fly! Weee!" Matthew yelled out with a giggle as he jumped around on his small bed. Francis groaned and rubbed his forehead. 'Never again!'
A/N: Mngh! Late update is late. Super sorry. This chappie is more of a filler than anything. I've just been too busy with school and stuff. ACTs, prom, missed a week for a school function, chemistry and math is kicking my butt into next week. English is killing me and I speak the dang language every day! Sheesh. Sorry if this chapter sorta sucked. I haven't done much writing at all lately because of previous reasons. I'll make sure the next chapter is better. It's gonna have France tutoring Iggy!~
*added this as an afterthought. Thought it was cute x3