4FACE Family Secrets [PART ONE]
This one will probably be the longest chapter in this story, so just cope with it, I'll make them shorter and more tolerable ^^ ~ADMIN OUT
It was right after dinner when Alfred was quick to grab ahold of Arthur's wrist and pulled him into his room. He excitedly shut the door and practically pounced on his British boyfriend.
"Gyaah-!" Arthur yelled as he was tackled to the bed by a football player-sized American. He was pinned to the sheets and looked down upon with solid ocean-blue eyes. A certain glare from the boy's glasses were gone, for they'd already been slipped off and set neatly on the bedside table next to the lamp.
"Get ready, Artie," said the large American. "'Cause I'm about to make you scream." He winked his signature "hero gesture" to the Englishman beneath him.
"We just had dinner, you git! Wait a little bit!"
"No time, bro. We got some 'catching up' to do." He winked again and Arthur smiled, giving up. There was no use. Once Alfred was set on something, he would stick to it.
"OK, Alfred. But first, I would like to provide you some service too." Alfred's eyes widened slightly, but soon were looking into the Brit's eyes with half-lidded cerulean orbs while smiling mischievously as the idea was put into his head.
"Alright, Arthur. What'd you have in mind?" Arthur smiled. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Finally, it was done! Matthew had just finished cleaning the dishes when he decided he would retreat to his bedroom and collapse from exhaustion. But as he passed by Alfred's room, it seemed awfully quiet in there. Usually, he would hear his obnoxious brother shouting while playing video games on his Xbox, but there was no sound. Curiosity got the best of poor Matthew and he took hold of the doorknob and slowly turned it, peeking into the bedroom.
"Al?" he whispered, thinking maybe his brother was asleep, but Alfred was far from that. What young, innocent Mattie saw was something he shouldn't have seen. He couldn't believe his indigo eyes, which couldn't seem to look away. He just stood in the doorway like a fool watching his brother doing...it was so hard to explain in words. And was that...Arthur?!
He pushed his glasses up his nose and bit his thumbnail. "S-s-s-sweet maple..." he exclaimed quietly, but loud enough so someone could hear him.
It was Alfred, who looked up and noticed him in the doorway (which was a surprise seeing as how no one ever noticed the poor Canadian). "Holy—!" he said but cut himself off as he pushed on Arthur's shoulders, breaking them apart.
"Ouch! Git!" Arthur yelled, but also looked up to see Matthew standing in the doorway, blue-violet eyes wide, hand over his mouth, covered by a too-long-for-arms sleeve of a baggy red hoodie, and adorable curl twisted and kinked from seeing something he should not have seen.
"Oh, God..." Arthur started, "H-hello, M-Matthew..."
The Canadian standing in the threshold took his hand away from his mouth and stuffed both into his hoodie pocket, turning around and walking away, quietly mumbling, "Oh no, oh no, oh no..."
"Wait! Matt!" yelled his brother, hopping off of the bed and yanking his jeans up. He buttoned them back up and ran out into the hall. "Matt, wait!" The Canadian turned around. "I can explain this!"
Matthew gave his brother a once over before observing, "Your fly is down," and walking off towards his own bedroom where he can lock himself up and hide in a corner, forever scarred for life.
Alfred looked down and zipped his jeans up. "C'mon, Matt! I can explain. It's not what you think it is!"
"Then what is it?" Matthew asked, turning around to face his red-faced brother. "What was that?" Alfred was silent. What was he exactly supposed to say to his innocent and childish brother? How was he supposed to answer that blunt enough as for Mattie to understand and not freak out?
"Uh...well, I...erm..." He couldn't find the right words. His poor, impish Canadian brother was probably severely traumatized and will never get the image out of his brain.
"I can answer for you. You were with Arthur, in your bedroom, by yourselves, doing things that not even Francis should know about."
"Well, it's not that simple. It's sorta—."
"You were getting sucked off by the guy!" Alfred was shocked. He never knew his brother had such a perverted vocabulary. Of course, one would suspect it, seeing as how he was raised by one of the most perverted—er, "the country of love."
"Well, yeah, but—."
"How long has this sort of relationship between you and Arthur been going on?"
"...Three months." Matthew's bespectacled eyes widened. "B-but this is only the fifth time we've done this sorta thing!"
The Canadian's indigo orbs widened more. "Five times?!"
"Y-yes..."
"How come Francis or I didn't know?"
"Because we thought you'd disapprove. But, Matt, we really like each other. We're not just physical, we're social. We hold each other like a real couple, we share little kisses before bed and in the morning; we hug, we cuddle, we snuggle by the fire—"
"What fire?"
"OK, the TV. But you get my point, right, Matt? We like each other, a lot. We love each other. I love him, and I'm pretty sure he loves me too. Matt, please..."
Matthew couldn't believe what he was hearing. His brother—his annoying, obnoxious, oblivious American brother—was in love. And on that note, he couldn't help but feel for the guy and smile, nodding his head in approval. "OK, I never said I disagreed," he answered. "You two have fun, I guess, but not too much fun, 'kay?"
Alfred jumped up and down excitedly. "Woo-hoo! O' course, bro! Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, dude!" Alfred hugged his brother tightly—too tightly actually—and ran back to his bedroom. But Arthur stood behind him, blocking his way, tears welling up in his own Forest Green eyes.
"You...?"
"Arthur?"
"You...love me?" Arthur asked cautiously.
"Yeah, haven't I told you that?" Alfred wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist and pulled him close.
"Yes, but I didn't think you were that serious," the Brit admitted, looking down at his feet sheepishly, but his chin was lifted so that he stared into vivid oceanic blue eyes.
"Of course I was serious. Serious as being sent to Heaven or Hell, bro." Arthur's eyes shone as more tears came. He blinked them away and smiled as he stood on his toes to reach up to his taller American boyfriend and peck him on the lips. But instead of letting that slide, Alfred took it into full effect and crashed his lips against the Brit's in a long, passionate kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. That is, until a certain clearing of the throat broke them apart.
"If you're going to do that, can you two please get a room?" Matthew asked impatiently.
Alfred and Arthur looked at each other before smiling giddily and giggling like junior high girls in a swimming class full of boys. Alfred scooped Arthur into his arms and carried him back to his bedroom bridal style. He slammed the door behind him, an accented voice like the Brit's commenting something loudly; Matthew heard a lock click from the inside. Good idea, Alfred. Good idea.
So even if this one was long, I quite enjoyed writing it XD so please feel free to R&R and if you made it to the end, congrats on making it this far XD ~ADMIN OUT