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Je Vous Anch'io Ti Amo (Hetalia AU) Ch 01

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Something wasn't right, and the British man could feel it. Something wasn't all there on this fine Sunday morning when the rain drizzles down on the window; he stares out it thinking what could be wrong. Something was wrong, but what was it?

He couldn't put a finger on it, but this whole scene didn't seem right. Pulling out a cigarette, Arthur had to wonder why he was feeling like this. It didn't make any sense! He sighed, "Alfred, come here lad…"
A hyperactive five year old ran out on the porch, curious eyes meeting his fathers, "Yeah daddy?"
He bobbed down, pressing a hand on his forehead. He felt normal, so what was this feeling he had?  He smiled, ruffling his hair, "What're you up to, Al?"
"Me and bunny are going to build a fort!" He punched the air, "'Coz I'm the hero, and hero's protect people!"
He laughed, shaking his head. His son could be so bizarre at times, "First of all, it's bunny and I, alright? Second, what are you using?"
He grinned, running back inside, "Pillows!"
Walking back in, he made a mental note to get new pillows for the house, he needed to fix the stuffing anyway.

Arthur was about to enter the living room to see what damage his son had caused, when the phone rang. Odd, it hardly ever rung, so who was calling? Groaning, he made his way over to the phone on the wall, answering, "Hello? It's Arthur." The person on the other end was sounding mixed between panics and depressed, and Arthur raised a brow at this. By the end of the person explanation, Arthur's eyes went wide with sheer shock. He hung up.

The news was bad enough, his best friend, Francis, was dead. Alfred came in after that, seeing his father hurt expression, "Daddy, what's wrong?"
Arthur turned to face his son, tears in his eyes, "We are going on a little trip down town tomorrow, lad." He scooped Alfred up and held him to his hip.
The little boy being carried off watched as tears slid out his father's cheeks. He wiped them away, "Don't cry, daddy…"
He smiled a sad smile at his son, his innocent son, "Oh, Alfred…If only you'd understand what was going on right now…"
Alfred just stared at his father, seeing as he was truly upset with something. The five year old didn't understand, but he was trying, "Did something happen?"
"My friend died…"

Arthur made his way to the funeral, black suited and everything. Alfred was the same, but he somehow got away with wearing red converse shoes. He didn't care about that, as he was either crying or depressed faces. Unsurprisingly, he saw many women in the building as well. Honestly, the man could never choose the right one.

It was a depressing day that followed.

Arthur sighed, as he stared at the dead man's grave. His best friend, Francis Bonnefoy, was no longer with the world. It was a car accident, some say so anyway. But Arthur had this feeling; his gut told him that this wasn't the only case at hand. Something else was hiding in the shadows, he knew it. But what?

Walking back to the place they held the funeral, he couldn't help but stop at something he didn't recognized. It was a boy, yes but he never seen him before. If he didn't know any better, he looked a lot like Francis when he was younger. A bear was held at his chest, looking at the sky he was.

It was completely random.

Arthur walked up to the boy, unsure who he was, "Hello." That made the boy jump and whimper, he sighed, kneeling down, "I won't hurt you, love..."
He looked over to his left, "Papa? Where's Papa?"
Papa? Who was this kid, "May I ask, what is your name?"
"M...Mathieu..."
"Matthew? What's your last name then?"
He looked into his green eyes, "Bonnefoy..."
His eyes widened in sheer shock. There had been a rumour that he had a son, but he never believed it until now. He asked, "Are you Francis's son?"
He nodded, sobbing, "Do you know if he's going to wake up?"

That stung like a wasp sting, and Arthur wasn't too sure on how to answer this.

This was going to be difficult to explain to a five year old...

Indeed, it was truly difficult to explain to the newly founded boy, yet alone to make him stop sobbing his little heart out. He wondered if anyone knew about him, that way, he could ask that person how to calm the little lad down.

But how could he?

This boy had just lost his father, by the looks of thing, had no mother, and had nowhere to go. Arthur understood that, his parents had left him when he was seven, making the oldest, whom was twelve; take care of him, along with a social worker. However, this was different. A least he had some sort of family to go to, but this was so disheartening.

A tap on his shoulder got his attention, and he turned. His eyes met his brothers, Alistair's, "Yes, Ace? What is it?"
Alistair laughed at the nickname, sighing, "I've seen you met the laddie then?"
"You know?" Getting a nod, he sighed relieved, "Good! Can you calm him down please? He's been crying for so long now…"
He nodded softly, bobbing down and hugging the boy. He shushed him, "Laddie, come now. It's alright, Matta."
His watery violet eyes met the Scottish man's, "Papa?!"
He sighed, picking him up and holding him close, "Come on, lad. Let's go back inside; it's going to rain anyway…" He walked back, the five year old sobbing on his shoulder.

Once everyone was back at the building, the adults sat a large table, thinking. Well, everyone but Arthur, who was on the veranda, smoking in this time if stress. The one thing they were talking about was this, who was going to take Matthew? As it turns out, his mother died at birth for the child, so which person?

Antonio sighed, shaking his head, "I can't…"
"Why not exactly?" Ace questioned, raising a brow.
"I have two boys of my own. Plus, with the day-care I run at my place, I don't think I could do three…"
"What about you then, Gilbert?"
Gilbert shook his head, "Not with the way dad is now, plus I don't think Ludwig likes sharing that much, the un-awesome brat…"
He sighed, slumping in his chair, "Well, I can't take of the laddie, I live on the other side of town, plus my hours are late…"
The Spanish man looked around the room, "What now, then?"
He shrugged, "Foster Care?"
Arthur's eyes hardened on the wooded floor, as he pulled out another cigarette. He hated Foster Care, or day-care or any type of care there was! He hissed, "You do that, then prepare for Hell…"
"If no one likes that decision, then what about an orphanage…"
That blew Arthur's patients to an end, as he stormed into the room, "I refuse! I cannot take that at all, those poor kids never get adopted anyway!"
Shocked at the thought of his little brother listening, he smirked, "Okay then, what do YOU suggest then, lad?"
He thought for a moment. The kid was a kind soul at heart, he knew that. So maybe, "What if he stayed with me?"

That comment had placed everyone in one square; utter confusion. Arthur was raising Alfred alright, not well, but it was good enough. But Matthew? The boy was hard to get into for a start, plus he was the total opposite of that family.

Arthur wasn't going to give up just yet though.

He glanced out the door, seeing the miniature look alike Francis at the door, staring out it. Arthur would admit he was a confusing one to figure out, but he wasn't bad. Well not as bad as Alfred, who at this time was building something out of leaves. Shaking that thought off, he stared at Matthew for quite some time, thinking.

If he were to take him home, would he adapt to him or will he run away? Will he talk to him, or stay far away? Arthur sighed at his stupidity, if anything, he had to try.

Arthur shouted, as he walked up to Matthew, "Matthew!" Seeing purple wet eyes staring at him, he held out a hand, "Come."
Matthew's eyes went to Arthur then to the hand. He knew what he wanted to do, however he was unsure. Shaking his head, he took a step back, "N…No, no…."
He sighed, "Look, I know you don't trust me, heck I don't trust myself. However, I can promise you this…" Getting those orbs again, he bobbed down, continuing, "I'll promise that I'll never leave you. I promise to give you anything that you would love, heck I could go buy something for you right now. I can promise you that I'll do anything that you want me to do, Matthew…" He stood up, walking back inside.
He looked at the man, wide eyed. As he walked back inside, his little feet were running after him as fast as he could. He wanted to be with this man, yes he didn't know him that well, but Matthew had this feeling that he was a good person to be with. Reaching the man, he tugged at the cuff of his sleeve, "Wait…"
He looked at him, smiling, "What?"  
Tears gushed from his eyes, as he held out his hands, "Hug?"
Arthur scooped him up, leaving the room full of shocked men, walking up to Alfred, "I promise that I'll always love you, Matthew…No matter what you say…"
What would you do if you lost everything that is important to you? Matthew Bonnefoy had lost his mother when born, and his father, Francis at the of five. What would he do? Who would he trust? Until he meet this Arthur guy...

Title: Je Vous Anch'io Ti Amo
Translation: I Will Always Love You

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JHO14's avatar
dude........why must you do that to Mattie??!!!!! :iconcryforeverplz: