Hey you guys sorry I havn't been updating. You see I hurt my ankle while I was training and yea...sorry.

Well hope you enjoy this chapter FACE is included in this so if you like that here you go.

Jouir de~

May 27

Arthur hung up the phone and rubbed his temples, that stupid git was getting himself into trouble again. Just then as he was going through the mental hate for his "son" he heard the door open. "Arthur I'm home," he could hear Francis say as the door opened. He sat in the living room on the old style chair waiting to see Francis walk in like usual. Sure enough the long blonde came in walking through the entrance to the living room with a smile on his face as soon as he saw Arthur. "Hello," he said with his thick French accent and walked over to Arthur who smiled back. He leaned down and kissed him gently on the top of the head.

"How was work today?" Arthur asked softly loosening Francis tie on his shirt.

Francis sighed he did have a rough day at work but seeing Arthur smile was all he needed to forget about it. "It was fine," he said smiling again and running his finger through Arthur's hair. "How was your day?" he said before going to hang up his coat and tie.

"Okay, Alfred is probably going to get his bloody ass in trouble with Lovino though," he replied back. Francis let out a light laugh. "I swear if that git does anything stupid I'm not going to help him," he said taking the last sip of his tea as Francis went over to go pick it up.

"Well what less should we expect from him?" Francis said half-joking. "Have you heard anything from Matthew?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen right across the living room.

"Yes, he called right before his brother wanting me to check up on him. Apparently he has the same problem about worrying about his sibling." Arthur laughed lightly. He got off the chair and walked into the kitchen where Francis already began to cook dinner. He leaned against the door way crossing his arms over his chest and closed his eyes hearing his husbands every move.

"Maybe you should go rest and I'll call you when dinner is ready," Francis said. Arthur knew if he declined it would only make his husband worry so he did as he suggested and walked over to the green couch and flopped onto it. He didn't realize that worrying about Alfred and Matthew could take so much out of him. Maybe he was just getting old. He smiled closing his green eyes gently and resting his head on the pillow falling asleep within a couple of seconds.

May 30

Arthur was up eating breakfast with Francis today was both of their days off in a long time and they were planning to go on a date today. Just as Francis began washing dishes the front door bell rang. "Coming," said Arthur walking over to the door. Although he was sure he said it loud enough for the other person to hear the doorbell kept ringing. "I said I was bloody coming!" he said a bit harshly finally reaching the door to see Alfred and Kiku. Alfred wore a blue t shirt and some jeans but his face was gloomy. He looked like he was about to cry. Kiku only looked up worryingly at Arthur, which was quite unusual since he almost never showed emotion. It must be bad. "What in bloody hell happened to you?" Arthur said his voice slipping out into a worrying croak. Francis poked his head out of the kitchen. He looked up at Kiku, "What happened?"

"Yesterday he received the package and has not stop being like this," he said calmly to him. "He hasn't even eaten the McDonalds I got him yesterday."

Arthur realized this was bad he moved out of the way letting in the gloomy and depressed Alfred and Kiku. "Is everything alright?" Francis came in wiping his hand on a towel and throwing it over his shoulder. His blond hair was in a pig tail and he wore a white shirt with some long striped pajama pants. Arthur bit his bottom lip closing his door and walked over to the couch along with Francis where Alfred sat. "Is everything okay Alfred?" Francis asked worryingly.

"Dad it's horrible…just read this," he said handing him the piece of paper. Francis opened the piece of paper and showed it to Arthur as they both read it. Arthur put a hand over his mouth and bit his bottom lip again. He wanted to laugh so badly seeing the Photoshoped picture. Francis too wanted to laugh and only looked down and away from the couple across form them. They couldn't hold it for very long before they both broke out laughing and Alfred only got red with both embarrassment and anger. "Dad it's not funny what am I going to do?" Alfred asked with a whining tone.

The two other men composed themselves before looking back at their son. Arthur had to wipe a tear from his eye. "Well I guess you're just going to have to wear it," he said to him with a semi mocking tone. Francis handed back the picture and piece of paper. "What did I tell you? I warned you about this didn't I?" Arthur said with a more scolding tone.

"I know but what am I supposed to do? I can't wear this!" he said suddenly picking up the dress from the box and Kiku face palmed. The other two began to laugh again. "You guys!" he yelled back. They both looked at him he was dead serious ant the two only looked at one another.

"I don't know what to tell you," spoke Francis first after the long silence. Just then the doorbell rang once more. Arthur got up and went to go answer it. There was Matthew with Gilbert.

"Dad is Alfred here yet he sounded worried over the phone and told me to come to your house," he said rapidly.

"Yes don't worry he's here on the couch, come in." he said as the other couple walked into the living room following him. Francis got off the couch hugging his son and one of his best friends.

"Are you alright?" Matthew asked Alfred.

"He's just worried because the bloody git didn't listen to me," Arthur said.

"Dad I understand no need to fucking call me that," Alfred replied a bit harshly back and raised his voice.

"Hey watch your tone I'm still your father," Arthur spat back. The others watched this and Francis and Matthew swallowed hard. Alfred had picked up on Arthurs stubbornness as a child and that only came back to bite in the ass.

"You know what if you're not going to help me then I'll just leave sorry for fucking bothering you," Alfred said getting up off the couch towering over Arthur.

"Hey I warned you didn't I? I told you that posting that picture was bad news," Arthur said putting a hand on Alfred's chest. Alfred only grabbed his wrist, now Alfred was abnormally strong. He couldn't always control his strength and this was one of those times. He grabbed his wrist and Alfred winced in pain. "Alfred F. Jones!" he muttered through gritted teeth. "Let me go right now," he said to him. Francis put a hand on Alfred.

"Let go of your father," he said. His usual bright blue eyes that sparkled were dark. They were ice cold and were glaring straight at him. "Now," he said more force put into his voice. Arthur didn't want to admit it but it hurt a shit load. He wanted to yell but he only but only bit the inside of his cheek.

Alfred let go and Arthur brought his wrist to his chest. He looked down at his wrist; it was definitely going to bruise. He looked at Alfred before leaving the room and heading into the kitchen and up the stairs. Alfred was shocked to say the least he didn't want to hurt his dad like the last time. He could feel the regret and anger build up in him again. Kiku who was extremely good at reading the atmosphere gently laid a hand on Alfred's shoulder calming him down and motioning him to sit back down.

Gilbert only looked on at the scene and at his best friend. He had never heard Francis used such tone of authority before. He could feel Matthew squeeze his hand gently. He looked down at him and saw him looking down at the floor, it looked as if he was going to cry and that only pissed Gilbert off. He wrapped an arm around him and held him close.

Francis glared at Alfred before leaving the room to go check on Arthur. He was gritting his teeth and his hands were in fists. He had seen this happen once before and like hell he would let it happen again. The vivid memories were always going to be there although the four people loving family wanted to forget about it…it would never go away. He raced up the stairs knowing exactly where Arthur would be. He came to a stop in front of the bedroom door. He gently opened it to see Arthur crying his knees up his chest and his face buried. He held his wrist and the first aid was laid out in front of him. He sighed closing the door behind him and walking over to him. He grabbed the wrap and gently grabbed Arthur's wrist and began to wrap it. Arthur looked up his eyes red and puffy. He saw Francis wrap his wrist and as soon as he was done he lunged forward wrapping his arms around his neck. Francis only hugged back tightly feeling his tears wet his shirt. He ran his hand through his hair, "He didn't mean it," he said softly.

"I know," Arthur replied back through the sobs. He only gripped Francis t shirt tightly.

"He didn't mean it last time either," he said as he leaned his back against the bed. Arthur was in between his legs and Francis only held him kissing him gently on the top of his head.

The loud sobs had become quieter until they became only hiccups. "I know that," he said softly. The memories flooded back.

Alfred was 17 at the time. Arthur had though he was only going through a rebellious faze. He had become more violent and angrier at the time, Arthur though it was just because of school. It was a late Saturday summer evening, and Alfred had been giving Arthur and Francis attitude all day long. They were sitting down to eat dinner and Alfred came in angry for god knows what reason. Just as Francis set the plate down in front of Alfred Arthur walked in and took a seat across from him. Francis gave Arthur the usual greeting kiss and Alfred snap, "Can you not do that?" he said annoyance in his voice. "It gets annoying," he added.

Matthew sat there shocked looking at his brother. He had never said anything about it before, and then he looked at his fathers. "I beg your pardon?" Arthur said. "I don't know what your problem is but you better get rid of it right this instinct. I'm not going to put up with this kind of attitude any longer." Arthur looked hard at the young blond built jock, who in reality was just his younger step brother.

Their parent's at the time were always working, that's why Arthur became a father figure to Alfred and why he called him dad. Alfred was just two years younger than him but they met while Alfred was only five. Arthur didn't start dating Francis until middle school that's when Matthew and Alfred basically became like brothers. Matthew was Francis younger biological brother but like them their parents always worked as well. In a weird way they made a second family together and has stayed that way until that day where it almost completely shattered.

Alfred stood up shaking the table, "I'm outta here," he said as he began to leave.

"And just in bloody hell do you think you're going?" Arthur shouted back getting up from the table and following him to the front door. Alfred completely ignored him grabbing his brown leather jacket from the coat rack and slipping it on. "Hey I'm talking to you," Arthur said putting a hand on his shoulder and pulling him back.

Alfred was turned around to look back at Arthur and Arthur's heart was speeding up. The blue eyes of his were very cold very distant. They looked back at him anger and a shade of darkness covered his powerful gaze. He grabbed his wrist and bent it backward. Arthur winced in pain but wasn't going to let him win, and that's when he slapped him. It all happened so quickly after that. Alfred had grabbed Arthur just as Francis came running in, he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the floor. He threw him and he hit the wall landing on the floor with a loud thud. Alfred turned to leave, Arthur got up shaking, "You git where do you think you're going?" he said as blood ran down his face from his forehead. Alfred turned around as Arthur stood up grabbing onto the wall and then looked straight at him. Alfred walked over and swung a punch Arthur dodged it landing a roundhouse in his kidney area. Alfred winced but grabbed his leg and began pulling it. Arthur posted one hand on the ground and sweeping his other foot on the ground and sweeping him. Alfred landed on the floor but quickly got out of the hold climbing on top of Arthur and began to punch him. Francis just watched not knowing what to do but he could see Arthur hurt and in pain. He charged in trying to get Alfred off of him, but grabbing him in a choke hold and pulling him back. Alfred moved backward making Francis hit the wall hard, but he didn't let go.

Matthew who also watched ran over to Arthur who was bleeding on the floor. "Get a hold of yourself Alfred!" yelled Francis. "You just beat the living shit out your own brother!" He yelled not letting his grip go. Soon Alfred calmed down looking at Arthur barely sitting up with the support of Matthew. He could feel the tears come to his face, he could feel the regret, and sorrow build up all into one. Francis loosened his grip and Alfred dashed out of the house tears streaming down his face.

Arthur could still see Alfred's crying regretful face but that day was one he couldn't forget. It had sent chills and terrified him to his core. He really did love his brother/son but that day would always be there and that grab was all it took to bring back those painful memories.

After a couple of moments Alfred and Matthew moved to the kitchen to talk for a moment and Alfred felt bad for doing what he did but you can't change the past. Matthew made some tea knowing his dad would want some. Gilbert and Kiku sat silently watching them at the kitchen table. "Maybe I should just go," Alfred said as he helped Matthew.

"That'll only make things worse," he replied. "Just apologize and move on," Matthew had said. "It's easier said than done but that's the only thing you can do at this point." Just then Francis came down the stairs rubbing the back of his head. He changed his hair was brushed and he wore some jeans with a long sleeve white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and he had on some sneakers.

"He's right," he said stopping at the end of the stairs and looking at Alfred. "He forgives you knowing you didn't mean to, but it's better if you go and apologize yourself."

After Alfred apologized to Arthur and he got him into a choke hold almost making him pass out they all collected into the kitchen. "What are we going to do about this though?" said Matthew looking up at his dads.

"A hero should never be seen in something like that," Alfred said looking at the dress. Alfred visibly shivered at the thought of wearing it in public.

"Why doesn't Matthew wear it?" Gilbert said half-joking only receiving very deep glares from everyone else. "Joking," he said putting his hands up in defense.

"That's not a bad idea," said Kiku suddenly. Now he was receiving the glares but didn't recognize them. "Since they look so alike and Matthew is very good at hiding himself he could pose as Alfred."

The group became quiet pondering at the theory. "No way is Matthew doing that," Francis spoke up. "I will not allow it," Francis said in an overprotective type of way.

The group was now back at square one. Alfred was really determined not to where the dress that made him so…unheroic. Arthur sighed he couldn't believe he was about to say this he rubbed the back of his head drinking the tea Matthew had given him. He really hated seeing his son in such a way. He hated to have other people threating him in the first place, but he brought it upon himself. He put his white teacup with a design of blue birds across it down. He looked at the rest of the group that was deep in thought. "I'll wear the bloody dress," he said.

Francis stopped his train of thought completely derailing. The rest of the group looked as well. "But you owe me one you git," he added as Alfred jumped up hugging him with joy.

What had he gotten himself into?

Well again I really do hope you enjoyed, although it did turn out a bit more violent than intended. Also just want to warn from here on out there will be major time skipping. So watch out for that anyways review if you like review if you don't. Either way I'll be happy:)