[fanfic] the switch - 06
Title: The Switch - Chapter 06
Author: silentside Beta: pisceanchic101
Characters: F/A/C/E
Note/Warning: Based on this very random update of the same title here and now few days later...orz
It's very short lol orz
00 - Prologue
01 - Don't Drink and Hex
02 - Make over
03 - For Your Own Good
04 - Don't Forget the First Rule
05 - Keep Calm and Act like Papa
Summary: In his drunken rage, Arthur placed a spell on Francis, causing him to de-age by half a millennia. However there is a side-effect: His son Matthew Williams matured 500 years ahead of his time. Hilarity and chaos ensue.
The Switch
{ Chapter 06 - A Night with the Bad Friends }
A/N: AAHH HELLO TRUE BELIEVERS. Another late update! I didn’t forget this, it’s just last month I have to concentrate making preparations for toycon (we are the war of austrian succession group durrhurr) and now I’m on the roll and joined a video contest (sort of continuity from last toycon) and im going to be uh...a historical figure. ANYWAY the updates will be faster since this one is less stressful lol. Also I have beta.
Note for those who might have forgotten: Haydn- OC!Nation, Wales.
--
Meanwhile, Kirkland residence
“Do you think it’s a good idea that we bring him here?”
“For the time being, yes,” Arthur grumbled, answering Alfred’s question as he sips his cup of tea, not bothering to look up as he browsed through his notes. Across the dining table was Francis, tied down on a chair, with his torso, wrists and ankles bounded tight.
“This ez not fair!” He protested, struggling from his binds. “Do you really think doing this ez necessary?” He tried to wriggle one foot free to no avail, “Ez this not enough for you?”
Arthur’s brow twitched, “It is necessary! Look--” he pointed his finger, “Like I’ve said before, this could be all fun and games for you Francis, but think about Matthew! You have him masquerading around as you, in a bloody conference! What if the rest of the world finds out? What then?”
“Ez not like they’re not aware of what you’re capable of, Angleterre. ”
“It’s not the same thing!”
“Zat conference is really important for moi!” Francis spat, forcing himself forward. “I could have been there! But non, you just have to chose ze day to hex me! And you can’t even remember what it is! Now whatever it is, my dear Matthieu caught it. So whose fault is it? Really?”
Alfred watched as his father nation become dreadfully silent, his face slowly growing red up to the tips of his ears, his scary frown being matched by Francis’ puffed frowning face.
“Enough now, both of you,” Came a weary sigh from behind. It was Arthur’s older brother, who still had yet to leave the household. Alfred finally collapsed on a chair near him; he thought he would end up prying the two away from each other if not for Haydn’s timely intervention. “Arthur, do you have to do that?”
“Like you don’t know what he is capable of!” he retorted, watching his brother carefully approach Francis. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Releasing him,” Haydn stated the obvious, starting to free the small blond from his binds. Francis let out a relieved sigh, murmuring his thanks as he rubbed his wrists and leapt out of the chair, intent on heading towards the fridge behind them. Haydn straightened up, “What happened earlier is already done. I would most likely do the same thing as well, especially if it’s a matter of grave importance.”
The color hadn’t completely faded from Arthur’s face, “Well, this is a matter of grave importance. We also should have been in that conference.”
“You worry too much. Our other two brothers still represent the United Kingdom; they will fill us in.” Haydn watched as Francis tiptoed and tried to reach for something in the fridge. He quickly headed towards his direction, intent on helping him. “Here you go.”
“Ah, merci~!”
Arthur let out a grunt and went back to browsing through his notes.
“This isn’t about the meeting, is it?” His brother continued, as Francis skipped to the other side of the table to prepare himself a sandwich. Arthur couldn’t help but notice that he took out a handful of ingredients, as if his appetite had quadrupled when he de-aged. “You are furious because he didn’t seek your permission with Matthew.”
“Uh...actually, Matt tried to called up,” Alfred finally spoke, raising his hand a little. “It got cut off.”
“Mm, I cut it off!” Francis exclaimed, pointing to Arthur with a spreading knife as he licked a thick dollop of mayonnaise from his fingers. “Knowing you, you would try to stop him! And my poor Mathieu would be too nice to turn you down.”
“Well then just let me remind you that he is under my jurisdiction, under my governance, and he is my son!”
“--and mine as well!” Francis countered, slamming the spreading knife on the plate and before taking a vicious bite from his sandwich. “He is mine first, remember that!”
“You are putting him at risk with what you’re doing!”
“You put him on risk all the time you go to your stupid wars! Ez only time you get to remember him--! Everything he did for you is voluntary--urk!” Francis started to choke on the piece he bit through, that the older Kirkland behind him had to massage his back while Arthur pulled his notes closer to his face, as if to finally end their argument.
“Uh, is he crying?” Alfred asked when the petite blonde started sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “Why is he crying? Dad?”
“The hell should I know?”
“I can’t help it, I’m feeling emotional--” he sniffed, rubbing his eyes. “Mon dieu, why am I so affected? Arguments like this usually don’t make me cry!”
“I cannot believe this!” He lifted both hands in exasperation, “Now you’re hormonal?”
The other Kirkland lift an eyebrow, “Arthur are you sure you just de-aged him?”
Arthur gave his brother a complete look of disbelief. As he was about to say his rebuttal, a sniffling Francis jumped down from his chair and started to pull down his shorts and underwear. This caused a temporary ruckus with the Kirklands, and Alfred knew it was the best to not get involved, so he stood up from his chair and quickly distanced himself from the dining area.
At about the same time, his phone rang.
The number was anonymous but he answered it anyway. “Jones speaking...”
“Alfred!” came a gasp on the other line.
“Whoa, Matt!” His eyes widened, almost shouting when he recognized his brother’s voice. He took a quick glance at the dining table where a flustered Haydn was trying to get Francis to pull up his underpants. He covered the receiver and headed outside. “Where are you? Pops is already getting worried!”
The background was noisy and Alfred could hear laughing and...loud music? “I-I’m fine!” Matthew struggled, as if the phone was slipping off his grasp. “The meeting went well. I got Papa’s paperworks signed and approved already!”
“Dude that’s not it, where are you? It’s already getting late and the two here won’t stop!”
“P-papa is there?”
“Pops dragged him here and Uncle is trying to get him put up his pants---” Alfred shrugged, he heard a female laughter and Matthew making an uncomfortable wincing sound. “--it’s not as perverted as it sounds but, hey---what’s going on? ”
“Would you like me to handle this for you, Monsieur Bonnefoy~?” Alfred overheard a female voice with a thick French accent purring on the background.
“N-non?” Matthew sputtered, trying to get his fly closed. It proved to be a difficult task, with the dark-haired French stripper that Gilbert hired now hovering above him, Matthew trapped with her legs on both sides of his hips, holding him down to where he sat. She chuckled softly when he swatted her hands lightly as she reached for his zipper.
“Playing hard to get? Mmm...I like that in a man.” Matthew felt himself growing tighter as she slowly lowered herself onto him, rubbing her bum playfully between his legs, her eyes growing heavily lidded. “It poses more of a challenge.”
Matthew laughed uneasily, trying to think of a clever comeback, but nothing came.
“MATT?! Matt! where are you?”
“I’m with Papa’s----friends.” He stammered, before the phone slipped off from his fingertips. The stripper had unlatched her top.
Matthew’s jaw almost dropped to the ground. “Oh...mon dieu.”
“You like what you see~?”
“Uhh---”
Before he knew it, his face was pressed between her breasts and she was running her fingertips all over his golden blond hair.
---
“Something is wrong.”
“Huh? What is?” Antonio looked up from his bottle of cervesa and to his silver-haired comrade. They were sitting across the other side of the room, watching their comrade get serviced as they drank to their beers.
“You’re so always so oblivious, man.” Gilbert drawled, his eyes narrowing at Francis, who, felt that he was being watched, reluctantly gave the stripper a slap on the rump. Gilbert watched as he was smothered with kisses in kind. The Francis he knew would be the one initiating the act, not the other way around.
“No, I’m not--” Antonio frowned slightly, watching the stripper toy with their friend’s hair. “It’s just he is always the lucky one.”
“Dude, have you seen how many women give you the Look? They’re sending you signals! They’re looking at your glorious ass for pete’s sake!”
“Uh, no not really! What kind of look?”
Gilbert facepalmed. “Never mind.”
The stripper teasingly ran her tongue on the loose lock of hair on Matthew’s forehead and the next thing the duo heard was a surprised shout and the the woman having fallen on the floor.
“I’m sorry--!” Matthew was quick to reach for her and help her seat up, apologizing. “I don’t mean to, I--it’s a sensitive spot.”
Gilbert stopped drinking his beer half-way and observed his comrade trying to cover the woman up before stumbling outside to go to a nearby comfort room.
Definitely not like Francis.
--
“Wait---why are you here?”
When Alfred informed Arthur that Matthew seemed to be in some ‘strange’ kind of trouble, the two wasted no time heading to Arthur’s vehicle outside the garage. Alfred managed to track the mobile phone of his brother and just when they were getting into the car, Francis came rushing by, opening the door and leaping behind the passenger seat before Arthur could even buckle himself.
“He ez my son too, I have every right to be concerned!” He reasoned, his blond head barely visible from the mirror.
“It’s an hour’s drive from here, Francis,” Arthur replied dryly, buckling himself furiously on his seat. “Don’t you think it’s way past your bed time already?”
Francis retorted by throwing the nearest item he could grab, a tissue box, at Arthur’s head. The blond was able to quickly dodge it.
“Hey, hey! Guys, no fighting!” Alfred found himself prying a reddened Arthur who was reaching for the backseat, forcing Francis to be still so he could buckle him as well. “Come on! We need to get to Mattie before something happens!”
The two didn’t respond and went back to their seats. Francis couldn’t move much from where he was strapped and merely crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue to Arthur. The latter just turned around, his face still red.
“Didn’t he tell you where he is?” Arthur asked as they began to drive towards the main road.
“Nah,” Alfred shrugged “But I assume he's having a good time. But uh--probably too much of it.”
“A good....time?”
“He said he was with your friends,” Alfred glanced at Francis, “--does he mean uh...”
“He is with Gilbert and Antonio! Ahh it’s the guys night out this weekend!” His round blue eyes widened before plopping behind his seat, relieved “He will be alright, it’s only those two.”
He waited for Arthur to protest, but the agitated blond just let out a long shuddering sigh. “You worry too much, he can handle himself. We did raise him well after all...Arthur...”
Then came a small exhausted yawn and about a minute of long silence. After what felt like forever, Arthur curiously glanced at the backseat, and realized that Francis had already fallen asleep.
“About time that frog fell asleep...” He grumbled, and then caught Alfred glimpsing over his shoulder. “--keep your eyes on the bloody road! I can’t afford to have any scratches on this vehicle!”
Author: silentside Beta: pisceanchic101
Characters: F/A/C/E
Note/Warning: Based on this very random update of the same title here and now few days later...orz
It's very short lol orz
00 - Prologue
01 - Don't Drink and Hex
02 - Make over
03 - For Your Own Good
04 - Don't Forget the First Rule
05 - Keep Calm and Act like Papa
Summary: In his drunken rage, Arthur placed a spell on Francis, causing him to de-age by half a millennia. However there is a side-effect: His son Matthew Williams matured 500 years ahead of his time. Hilarity and chaos ensue.
The Switch
{ Chapter 06 - A Night with the Bad Friends }
A/N: AAHH HELLO TRUE BELIEVERS. Another late update! I didn’t forget this, it’s just last month I have to concentrate making preparations for toycon (we are the war of austrian succession group durrhurr) and now I’m on the roll and joined a video contest (sort of continuity from last toycon) and im going to be uh...a historical figure. ANYWAY the updates will be faster since this one is less stressful lol. Also I have beta.
Note for those who might have forgotten: Haydn- OC!Nation, Wales.
--
Meanwhile, Kirkland residence
“Do you think it’s a good idea that we bring him here?”
“For the time being, yes,” Arthur grumbled, answering Alfred’s question as he sips his cup of tea, not bothering to look up as he browsed through his notes. Across the dining table was Francis, tied down on a chair, with his torso, wrists and ankles bounded tight.
“This ez not fair!” He protested, struggling from his binds. “Do you really think doing this ez necessary?” He tried to wriggle one foot free to no avail, “Ez this not enough for you?”
Arthur’s brow twitched, “It is necessary! Look--” he pointed his finger, “Like I’ve said before, this could be all fun and games for you Francis, but think about Matthew! You have him masquerading around as you, in a bloody conference! What if the rest of the world finds out? What then?”
“Ez not like they’re not aware of what you’re capable of, Angleterre. ”
“It’s not the same thing!”
“Zat conference is really important for moi!” Francis spat, forcing himself forward. “I could have been there! But non, you just have to chose ze day to hex me! And you can’t even remember what it is! Now whatever it is, my dear Matthieu caught it. So whose fault is it? Really?”
Alfred watched as his father nation become dreadfully silent, his face slowly growing red up to the tips of his ears, his scary frown being matched by Francis’ puffed frowning face.
“Enough now, both of you,” Came a weary sigh from behind. It was Arthur’s older brother, who still had yet to leave the household. Alfred finally collapsed on a chair near him; he thought he would end up prying the two away from each other if not for Haydn’s timely intervention. “Arthur, do you have to do that?”
“Like you don’t know what he is capable of!” he retorted, watching his brother carefully approach Francis. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Releasing him,” Haydn stated the obvious, starting to free the small blond from his binds. Francis let out a relieved sigh, murmuring his thanks as he rubbed his wrists and leapt out of the chair, intent on heading towards the fridge behind them. Haydn straightened up, “What happened earlier is already done. I would most likely do the same thing as well, especially if it’s a matter of grave importance.”
The color hadn’t completely faded from Arthur’s face, “Well, this is a matter of grave importance. We also should have been in that conference.”
“You worry too much. Our other two brothers still represent the United Kingdom; they will fill us in.” Haydn watched as Francis tiptoed and tried to reach for something in the fridge. He quickly headed towards his direction, intent on helping him. “Here you go.”
“Ah, merci~!”
Arthur let out a grunt and went back to browsing through his notes.
“This isn’t about the meeting, is it?” His brother continued, as Francis skipped to the other side of the table to prepare himself a sandwich. Arthur couldn’t help but notice that he took out a handful of ingredients, as if his appetite had quadrupled when he de-aged. “You are furious because he didn’t seek your permission with Matthew.”
“Uh...actually, Matt tried to called up,” Alfred finally spoke, raising his hand a little. “It got cut off.”
“Mm, I cut it off!” Francis exclaimed, pointing to Arthur with a spreading knife as he licked a thick dollop of mayonnaise from his fingers. “Knowing you, you would try to stop him! And my poor Mathieu would be too nice to turn you down.”
“Well then just let me remind you that he is under my jurisdiction, under my governance, and he is my son!”
“--and mine as well!” Francis countered, slamming the spreading knife on the plate and before taking a vicious bite from his sandwich. “He is mine first, remember that!”
“You are putting him at risk with what you’re doing!”
“You put him on risk all the time you go to your stupid wars! Ez only time you get to remember him--! Everything he did for you is voluntary--urk!” Francis started to choke on the piece he bit through, that the older Kirkland behind him had to massage his back while Arthur pulled his notes closer to his face, as if to finally end their argument.
“Uh, is he crying?” Alfred asked when the petite blonde started sniffling and rubbing his eyes. “Why is he crying? Dad?”
“The hell should I know?”
“I can’t help it, I’m feeling emotional--” he sniffed, rubbing his eyes. “Mon dieu, why am I so affected? Arguments like this usually don’t make me cry!”
“I cannot believe this!” He lifted both hands in exasperation, “Now you’re hormonal?”
The other Kirkland lift an eyebrow, “Arthur are you sure you just de-aged him?”
Arthur gave his brother a complete look of disbelief. As he was about to say his rebuttal, a sniffling Francis jumped down from his chair and started to pull down his shorts and underwear. This caused a temporary ruckus with the Kirklands, and Alfred knew it was the best to not get involved, so he stood up from his chair and quickly distanced himself from the dining area.
At about the same time, his phone rang.
The number was anonymous but he answered it anyway. “Jones speaking...”
“Alfred!” came a gasp on the other line.
“Whoa, Matt!” His eyes widened, almost shouting when he recognized his brother’s voice. He took a quick glance at the dining table where a flustered Haydn was trying to get Francis to pull up his underpants. He covered the receiver and headed outside. “Where are you? Pops is already getting worried!”
The background was noisy and Alfred could hear laughing and...loud music? “I-I’m fine!” Matthew struggled, as if the phone was slipping off his grasp. “The meeting went well. I got Papa’s paperworks signed and approved already!”
“Dude that’s not it, where are you? It’s already getting late and the two here won’t stop!”
“P-papa is there?”
“Pops dragged him here and Uncle is trying to get him put up his pants---” Alfred shrugged, he heard a female laughter and Matthew making an uncomfortable wincing sound. “--it’s not as perverted as it sounds but, hey---what’s going on? ”
“Would you like me to handle this for you, Monsieur Bonnefoy~?” Alfred overheard a female voice with a thick French accent purring on the background.
“N-non?” Matthew sputtered, trying to get his fly closed. It proved to be a difficult task, with the dark-haired French stripper that Gilbert hired now hovering above him, Matthew trapped with her legs on both sides of his hips, holding him down to where he sat. She chuckled softly when he swatted her hands lightly as she reached for his zipper.
“Playing hard to get? Mmm...I like that in a man.” Matthew felt himself growing tighter as she slowly lowered herself onto him, rubbing her bum playfully between his legs, her eyes growing heavily lidded. “It poses more of a challenge.”
Matthew laughed uneasily, trying to think of a clever comeback, but nothing came.
“MATT?! Matt! where are you?”
“I’m with Papa’s----friends.” He stammered, before the phone slipped off from his fingertips. The stripper had unlatched her top.
Matthew’s jaw almost dropped to the ground. “Oh...mon dieu.”
“You like what you see~?”
“Uhh---”
Before he knew it, his face was pressed between her breasts and she was running her fingertips all over his golden blond hair.
---
“Something is wrong.”
“Huh? What is?” Antonio looked up from his bottle of cervesa and to his silver-haired comrade. They were sitting across the other side of the room, watching their comrade get serviced as they drank to their beers.
“You’re so always so oblivious, man.” Gilbert drawled, his eyes narrowing at Francis, who, felt that he was being watched, reluctantly gave the stripper a slap on the rump. Gilbert watched as he was smothered with kisses in kind. The Francis he knew would be the one initiating the act, not the other way around.
“No, I’m not--” Antonio frowned slightly, watching the stripper toy with their friend’s hair. “It’s just he is always the lucky one.”
“Dude, have you seen how many women give you the Look? They’re sending you signals! They’re looking at your glorious ass for pete’s sake!”
“Uh, no not really! What kind of look?”
Gilbert facepalmed. “Never mind.”
The stripper teasingly ran her tongue on the loose lock of hair on Matthew’s forehead and the next thing the duo heard was a surprised shout and the the woman having fallen on the floor.
“I’m sorry--!” Matthew was quick to reach for her and help her seat up, apologizing. “I don’t mean to, I--it’s a sensitive spot.”
Gilbert stopped drinking his beer half-way and observed his comrade trying to cover the woman up before stumbling outside to go to a nearby comfort room.
Definitely not like Francis.
--
“Wait---why are you here?”
When Alfred informed Arthur that Matthew seemed to be in some ‘strange’ kind of trouble, the two wasted no time heading to Arthur’s vehicle outside the garage. Alfred managed to track the mobile phone of his brother and just when they were getting into the car, Francis came rushing by, opening the door and leaping behind the passenger seat before Arthur could even buckle himself.
“He ez my son too, I have every right to be concerned!” He reasoned, his blond head barely visible from the mirror.
“It’s an hour’s drive from here, Francis,” Arthur replied dryly, buckling himself furiously on his seat. “Don’t you think it’s way past your bed time already?”
Francis retorted by throwing the nearest item he could grab, a tissue box, at Arthur’s head. The blond was able to quickly dodge it.
“Hey, hey! Guys, no fighting!” Alfred found himself prying a reddened Arthur who was reaching for the backseat, forcing Francis to be still so he could buckle him as well. “Come on! We need to get to Mattie before something happens!”
The two didn’t respond and went back to their seats. Francis couldn’t move much from where he was strapped and merely crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue to Arthur. The latter just turned around, his face still red.
“Didn’t he tell you where he is?” Arthur asked as they began to drive towards the main road.
“Nah,” Alfred shrugged “But I assume he's having a good time. But uh--probably too much of it.”
“A good....time?”
“He said he was with your friends,” Alfred glanced at Francis, “--does he mean uh...”
“He is with Gilbert and Antonio! Ahh it’s the guys night out this weekend!” His round blue eyes widened before plopping behind his seat, relieved “He will be alright, it’s only those two.”
He waited for Arthur to protest, but the agitated blond just let out a long shuddering sigh. “You worry too much, he can handle himself. We did raise him well after all...Arthur...”
Then came a small exhausted yawn and about a minute of long silence. After what felt like forever, Arthur curiously glanced at the backseat, and realized that Francis had already fallen asleep.
“About time that frog fell asleep...” He grumbled, and then caught Alfred glimpsing over his shoulder. “--keep your eyes on the bloody road! I can’t afford to have any scratches on this vehicle!”