Arthur groaned as he slowly grabbed his books and made his way to his bedroom down the hall. He wanted out of his blasted uncomfortable school uniform and to throw his French homework out of the window. Or set it on fire.
He shook his head though and somehow found the strength to resist the temptation of doing so. He threw his bag onto his bed and quickly changed into his pajamas.
Ian had ordered pizza five minutes before he and Francis finished the homework.
As much as he loathed to admit it Arthur was glad that Francis was tutoring him. He did really need to get his grade up and it helped that Francis wasn't too annoying. He leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched as the French teacher picked up his small son.
Ian walked back into the kitchen and grinned at Matthew's happy childish giggles. "Food is here. Hope everyone likes pizza." Francis smiled thankfully and placed Matthew into a chair at the table. Matthew turned his violet gaze to watch his papa and squealed when a plate with one slice of pepperoni pizza was placed in front of him.
The table was rectangular in shape and after Arthur made himself a plate he sat to the left side of Matthew on the. Ian placed a glass of water in front of Matthew and gave the remaining people a can of soda before he finally sat across from his younger brother with Francis to his left.
Matthew hummed to himself as he ate and Francis smiled adoringly to him. "So how'd the tutoring go?" Ian asked uninterestedly. Arthur blushed softly, almost unnoticeable, and ignored him. Ian glared at him but looked to Francis.
Francis shrugged and smiled brightly, "It went very nicely. All of Arthur's homework is done. He did fairly well on it too."
Ian nodded thoughtfully and silently ate his slice of pizza. "Papa! Can I have another slice?" Matthew asked, standing on the chair as he held out his now almost empty plate; it still had the crust from the pizza on it.
The Frenchman nodded and placed another small piece of pepperoni pizza on the childs plate. "Merci Papa!" Matthew beamed as he picked off a pepperoni and popped it into his mouth.
Arthur hid his soft smile with his own pizza and glanced over to his blonde teacher. Francis' eyes practically radiated with the love and adoration he held for his son and Arthur briefly wondered what had happened to his wife. The two couldn't possibly had gotten a divorce... Right?
"Oi! Arthur! Stop staring and eat your food! You still have to do a few chores and get ready for school tomorrow yah know!" Arthur jumped and quickly turned to look at his brother.
He blushed brightly as he noticed that both Francis and Matthew were now looking at him. "I am eating, you prick!" He yelled back without really thinking. Francis' bright blue eyes widened slightly as he looked between the two brothers.
Matthew swallowed the bite of food in his mouth and tilted his face confusedly. "Papa? What's a 'prick'?" He asked in childish curiosity.
Francis' mouth dropped and he stuttered as he thought of a way to explain. Ian nearly choked on his food from laughing. Arthur just blushed brightly, moved his plate away, and faceplanted hard onto the tables surface in utter embarrassment.
The blonde man tapped his chin and didn't look at his son as he thought. "Well Matthieu... That is a very rude word. You use it to insult someone. You must never say that word again."
Matthew nodded as he thought about this. "But Papa, what if I do say it?"
Francis bit his lip. "Well I'll have to punish you. And then you'll be in trouble."
Matthew's violet eyes widened in worry and tears built up in the corners of his eyes. "Non non mon cher!" Francis jumped up and walked over to hug his now crying son. "You didn't know what the word meant! It's okay! You're not in trouble!" Francis promised.
Matthew sniffed and looked up at his papa. "Promise?" Francis nodded quickly. "Promise mon chou chou." Matthew nodded and wiped at his eyes.
Ian grinned at Francis. "Wow. You're one hell of a parent Francis." Francis smiled back dryly. "Merci." "Papa, what's hell?" Francis sweatdropped and then glared at Ian slightly. Ian looked away and began whistling nonchalantly. Arthur chuckled to himself, face still planted on the table.
Francis sighed and explained, going through the previous process as before.
~An Hour Later~
Ian walked Francis to the door. "Thanks again for coming to help Francis." Ian said softly as he tried not to wake up Matthew who slept soundly in Francis' arms. The three stood in front of the now open front door.
Francis smiled to his friend. "No need to thank me mon ami. It was a pleasure." Ian scoffed. Francis rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I should get Matthieu home. He's tired and I need to wake him up earlier to give him a bath."
Ian nodded in understanding. Francis turned to walk out of the door but was stopped by Ian tapping him on the shoulder. "Oui?" The red headed Scot quickly leaned forward and kissed Francis on the forehead. "Drive safe." He smirked at Francis' shocked expression and quietly shut the door.
Francis shook himself out of his daze slowly made his way to the car. 'It is not right to date one of my students siblings. I can't do that. I'm not ready to date again. I can't bring someone into Matthieu's life and have them possibly leave. I can't.' He thought to himself as he drove home.
Once home he tucked Matthew into bed and made his way to his own bedroom. He stared at the picture of his deceased wife and sighed. "I can't. Can I?" He fell back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling and muttered to himself. He sighed and closed his eyes. That night he dreamt of a person with emerald green eyes that shone with happiness.
Meanwhile back at the Kirkland household Arthur glared at Ian as he walked back into the kitchen. "Was that necessary?" He asked angrily.
Ian yawned. "Was what necessary?" Arthur shook his head. "You kissed the bloody wanker!"
The red head glared at his younger brother. "So?" The dirty blonde rolled his eyes. "He's my teacher! That's disgusting!"
Ian rolled his eyes back. "You're just being immature. We used to be very close friends if you don't remember." Arthur looked back at the dishes he was washing. "Yeah... I remember. But could you at least not date him while he's my bloody teacher?!"
The elder shrugged. "I make no promises. After you're done washing those I'll dry and put them up. Go on ahead and go to bed. You still have school." Arthur groaned but nodded.
He quickly finished washing the last of the remaining dishes and began to leave the kitchen as Ian began to dry them. "Also you brat, you really need to watch what you say around the kid." Arthur blushed and glared at his brother. "So do you!" He shot back before running to his room.
Ian smirked and rolled his eyes again as he heard the door slam shut.
Arthur glared at the carpet as he leaned against his now closed door. 'I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous? It's not like the bloody frog means anything to me. Just my teacher. Who my brother seems to fancy. I'm not jealous!'
A/N: Right. Not too much FrUK in this chapter. But how was it? Decent? Terrible? Amazing? Awesome like Prussia? That's right though, Francis dreamt of emerald green eyes~ now who has green eyes? Ian and Arthur do! What's going to happen?! When are Arthur and Francis going to kiss?! Will they realize that they're starting to fancy each other?! Find out in just a few more chapters! Review and tell me what you think?