The following Monday morning Ian had the day off from work and was therefore lounging about his house in his pajamas watching television. That is, until he heard his phone make an audible 'beep beep' noise on the coffee table.

The red head picked it up and quickly opened the phone, and sighed as he saw that the message was from Chelle, and quickly read over the message. 'Hey, Operation Find Arthur's GF is not going well!'

He raised an eyebrow but typed back, '1) don't you have school? 2) Why do you keep changing the name of this mission? And 3) How is it not going well?' Ian locked his phone and began to watch the movie that had come on. He propped his feet onto the coffee table, feet right next to his phone now, and began to enjoy the movie.

The Scottish man was able to watch five minutes of the movie in peace before his phone beeped again. He sighed but none the less picked up the phone and read the message. 'I'm in French and Francis doesn't mind. Much. I can change the name because fuck you good sir! And Arthur doesn't hang around with anyone except his two best friends who are already dating other people and Francis!'

Ian stared blankly at the message for a good two more minutes before slowly responding. 'He hangs out with his teacher? The French one? Are you sure? He HATES French. And don't swear!' He sent the message and waited rather impatiently.

He was now sitting up on the couch, his left foot on his right knee, and his arms were crossed over his chest with his cell phone clutched tightly in his right hand. The red head was pleased that he didn't have to wait for very long for a response and he quickly read it over.

'Yeah he's with Francis almost all the time it seems like! He used to go eat his lunch with him and then after school he just goes straight home. He's kind of boring honestly. I think you were wrong about him having a girlfriend.'

Ian stood up and began to pace as he thought. 'No! I know he's dating someone. He's out all the time it seems like on the weekends. He's practically glowing when he leaves for school. The brat has a... Boyfriend...' He sat back down on the couch and nearly jumped when his phone beeped again. 'And don't tell me what to do! I can swear if I want!'

Ian scowled as he texted the girl back. 'Fine whatever. I think you're right. He doesn't have a girlfriend. You did an excellent job on this mission. Consider said mission over. Now stop texting me and pay attention to class!'

He scowled and began to pace again. He thought about how Francis was always excited and happy to be over. How the Frenchman seemed to practically radiate with love and affection whenever he was around Arthur. How he had over looked all of this.

Ian's scowl deepened as he thought about all of these things and, without thinking, picked up one of the small couch pillows and threw it with a yell. There was a crash and then a following sigh from the Scot as he realized he just broke one his mother's favorite lamps in his fit of rage. He slowly sank to the floor and ran a hand through his hair.

He realized that it wasn't Arthur's fault, and it wasn't even Francis's, that the couple hadn't told him they were together. Arthur didn't normally like to talk to any of his elder brothers after all and he wasn't going to just tell Ian that he was now dating the red heads ex-boyfriend after all. Ex-boyfriend who was his teacher. And Francis wasn't going to want to tell his ex-boyfriend that he was now dating the Scottish man's youngest brother.

The red head stood back up and made his way to the kitchen in a slight daze. He was nearly sure that Francis had known that he was flirting with the Frenchman. And he had thought that the blonde was flirting back. He scoffed at his wishful hoping.

Ian looked down and noticed that he still held his cell phone. With a sigh he unlocked it and began to type. 'Hey we need to talk. Come over after you get off work. It's an emergency.'

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It was only seven hours since Ian had sent the text to Francis and since he'd gotten a reply but it felt like an eternity to the Scot. He had showered five times already. Cleaned the house completely. Washed and dried every single dish in the house twice. And he was scrubbing the already spotless, gleaming kitchen table for the tenth time in the past half hour when he heard a knock on the door. He cursed under his breath, threw the rag onto the table, and made his way to open the door.

He forced a grin as he opened it and Matthew waved up at him. "Bonjour Monsieur Ian!" Matthew said happily with a wide grin.

Ian chuckled and pat the blonde child on the head. "Bonjour yourself," he ignored the way that both blondes wrinkled their noses at his accent, "why don't you go watch some t.v. I think Goblet of Fire is about to start. I need to chat with your dad for a bit." He gave Francis a hard stare.

Matthew shrugged and after a quick nod from his father he made his way to the living room and plopped down on his stomach in the middle of the floor.

Ian waited a few moments before grabbing a hold of Francis's wrist in a tight grip and dragging the Frenchman towards his bedroom. Francis allowed for himself to be pulled along by the irate looking Scot but couldn't push down the feeling that something bad was about to happen.

The Scottish man pushed the blonde into the bedroom and nearly slammed the door. Francis just raised an eyebrow at the fuming red head. "Why are we in your room? If you wanted to talk I'm sure the kitchen would have been fine, mon ami."

Ian crossed his arms and glared at the Frenchman who was now lazily sitting on the foot of the bed. "What? Afraid I'll tell your boyfriend? I'd hate to see the temper tantrum he'd throw, wouldn't you?" He taunted slightly, then mentally smacked himself at his lack of tact.

Francis paled slightly. "Excusez-moi?"

Ian stomped over to Francis and grabbed the pale Frenchman by the front of his shirt. "I know that you and my brother have some sort of thing going on! Don't try and deny it! Now I want you to end whatever it is between you both and I want it over now!"

Francis glared back defiantly at the fuming Scot. "You are doing this out of jealousy?! You're that jealous of Arthur that you would take away not only his, but my happiness too?!" Francis pushed Ian away from him and made to step around the glaring red head but as he stepped to the side Ian grabbed his arm tightly again. "Let me go," Francis said relatively calmly with a sharp look in his eyes.

Ian glared back harshly. "It's not out of jealousy, you prat! He's my baby brother! He's a kid!"

"He's nearly eighteen!" Francis repeated the words that Arthur had used as justification for dating the Frenchman.

"And he won't be for a few more months! He's also your student, Francis! I don't care if you date after he gets out of school but not while he's in school! Now you end it!" Ian pushed Francis again.

Francis rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Or what?"

Ian scowled. "Or I'll tell someone at the school." Each word was accompanied with a slight push to the chest and Francis froze.

"You... you wouldn't," Francis practically whispered.

"I would. He's a kid. End it."

Francis slowly sank down until he was now once again sitting on the edge of Ian's bed.

Ian sighed at the defeated look on Francis's face. "Look, I'm upset that you're dating my brother but it's not out of jealousy. It's not. He's my brother and I don't want him upset."

"Then why are you making me do this?" Francis interrupted without looking up from the floor.

"Because you're his teacher! You're older than him! He's a kid." Ian said simply. Francis sighed and rubbed at his forehead as Ian continued. "Look, just date after he's not your student if you're serious about him. Get married later. Adopt kids. I don't care. Just don't make him think about his life like this right now."

The Frenchman slowly nodded. "I'd better leave before Arthur gets here. I take it that you don't want me over anymore?" Ian pursed his lips and said nothing. Francis nodded. "Very well then. I'll see you around then. I'll talk with him tomorrow." And then he left the room.

Ian waited until he heard the door shut before letting out the sigh he was holding in.

A/N: now... who's surprised? I know that everyone was expecting for it to be Chelle who put two and two together. This was actually another one of the main scenes that I had in my head for this fic. Now don't worry, Chelle is going to figure it all out, just not yet. Maybe two or so more chapters. I can't believe how close I am to the ending of this fic! Thanks for all the kind reviews you guys!