[Fan Fic] Falling Up [6/6] Epilogue
Title: Falling Up
Author: mizu_from_kumo, Me
Recipient: lisacreature
Genre: drama, angst, and romance of course
Pairings: USxUK and others appear later just a little.
Rating/Warnings: T, for the darkness that plagues my writing and cursing, oh and mpreg! AUness as well
Summary: Leaving Francis was the best thing he ever did, even if it had no common sense. He was not going to raise his daughter there, but were the streets much better? The world is always against him.
Notes: This is the last chapter, I'm so happy, I got this all in on time. Here's the happy fluff ending of goodness. And I do believe the spin off series will happen, possibly. By the looks of it will be when Francis really stated seeing Matthew. Okay, I hoped you enjoyed this lisacreature.
2 years later
“You okay, Arthur?” Alfred asked from the doorway of the hotel bathroom. Arthur was bracing himself on the counter.
Arthur nodded slowly. He knew he was fine, but his body thought other wise and for many reasons. First, men didn’t usually get morning sickness, and even then the body is usually shaken up after dumping everything. Second, his body takes more wear when he’s pregnant. Male bodies aren’t built for having children, or carrying them.
“Mummy, kay?” Emma asked hugging her stuffed rabbit tightly. She hadn’t been a big fan of Arthur getting sick each morning.
“I’m fine, poppet,” Arthur assured as he existed the bathroom.
“Mummy come to breakfast, den?” Emma asked excitedly.
Before Arthur couldn’t answer with the fact that he wasn’t feeling up for it, Alfred touched his arm. “You should eat something. ‘Sides I’m sure they’ll have tea.” Alfred said smiling, causing Arthur to sigh.
“I’ll came to breakfast with you then.” Arthur said, reaching down to pick up his daughter. “Shall we get going?”
Alfred already had the door open waiting for them, with his bright smile on his face. Arthur fixed a piece of Emma’s hair as he walked through the door. Emma chattered on about what she wanted for breakfast. Alfred happily engaged with her over the possibilities of food.
They reached the lobby, finding it a bit filled with other hotel residence all getting what they could for breakfast. Emma was amazed by the choices. Arthur left Emma with Alfred so they could choice what they wanted to eat, while he went to fetch himself some tea, and probably get Alfred some coffee.
The two didn’t take to long, and Alfred brought Arthur toast. He gave him a stern look, which made Arthur smear at him, but he ate the toast. Breakfast continued rather smoothly, Emma made “friends” with some woman at a table close to them, and Arthur’s sickness went away.
“So, it should be a three hour drive from here,” Alfred said with a small smile.
“As long as you’re not bloody driving all day again,” Arthur said, sighing into his tea before he finished drinking it.
“Oh, and my mom asked if I could pick up Mattie and Francis from the airport tomorrow,” Alfred informed.
“Bloody hell,” Arthur muttered, causing Alfred to laugh.
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Emma flung her handful of snow in the air, having it land mere inches from her, but it did seemed that way. No to her, she hit Arthur, which caused him to dramatically fall. Her “grandmother” laughed as Emma ran towards her mother.
Arthur laid perfectly still as Emma raced over, to see what her mother acted as such. Arthur didn’t move till she was at his side, wondering. He reached out to tickle her, causing her to explode in laughter. It was a musical sound. Emma wiggled free and pushed some snow towards Arthur, causing him to roll away.
Francis would admit it was rather humorous to watch. Maybe it was because when Arthur lived with him, he was dealing with trauma and a situation most men didn’t deal with. Still, he had always seemed to be a cranking person who showed kindness to a select few people. To see him rolling around in the snow like there wasn’t a care in the world was rather different.
He would have continued watching had Matthew not tapped on his shoulder, only to turn around and have Alfred shove his camera bag into his stomach with a smile. Damn it, Alfred had gotten how Matthew tapped people down. Matthew’s weak smile told him, Alfred has always known. Francis knew that was Alfred’s way of telling him to stop looking and help him unload the car.
Matthew giggled from the side of the car, obviously at something to two in the snow were doing. He quickly turned at the sound of Alfred whacking Francis on the head and French swears. “Alfred, that’s really not necessary,” he ushered quickly, getting between the two.
“As your big brother, I think it is.” Alfred said, as he heaved the last of the luggage out the trunk and closed it.
“That’s very nice…but really Francis is alright.” Matthew said with his sweet smile, “besides he ever does what he did to Arthur, I’ll slam him into a wall.” Francis laughed weakly, because he knew Matthew would do it.
Alfred closed the trunk and smiled back at his brother. “Now let’s hurry up and get inside it’s freezing out here.” Alfred said rubbing his arms and not really bothering to help any of the two with their luggage.
Francis rolled his eyes, earning a small shove from Matthew, but a roll of the eyes as well. As the two came into the yard, Arthur and Emma were laying in the snow, clearly making snow angels, while Alfred hurried over to them, almost slipping on some ice.
“Oh, Angel Emma and Britannia Angel, how ar-ACK!” Arthur had amazing aim as he got Alfred in the face with a quickly formed snow ball.
“Don’t call me that, git!” Arthur snapped as Alfred fell dramatically in the snow, earning concern from Emma.
“Angel Artie then!” Alfred said popping up and surprising Emma in doing so. This time he nearly dodged the snowball. Alfred laughed, causing Arthur to get up and storm over to him, and shove him down in the snow.
Emma watched the two wrestle with each other, before losing interest and noticing the two new people. Francis knew they weren’t new to her, but at the time there were just there. She hurried to Matthew, probably because he looked a lot like Alfred. Arthur’s hesitance towards Francis had rubbed off a bit, not completely though.
“Mattie, it’s wonderful to see you,” Matthew’s mother said as she walked down from the porch after her watching. “Oh, is this the man you told me about.” She giggled a bit.
“It’s nice to see you too, Mom.” Matthew said, as he put Emma back on the ground. “This is Francis Bonnefoy, my boyfriend.” Matthew blushed.
“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Madam,” Francis said politely, only to earn a snow ball to his face.
He immediately glared at Arthur, who was glaring back at him, muttering his British curses, which were deafened by Alfred’s laugh. Emma was laughing, grabbing snow from the ground and throwing it in the air.
“Let’s head inside, where it’s warm.” Matthew’s mother said, before leading them all into the house.
Francis however noticed Arthur lag a bit, as if he was low on energy but wasn’t willing to show it. It made Francis wonder if Alfred had gotten lucky.
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“Arthur really turned in early,” Matthew observed as Alfred came back down the stairs after escorting an exhausted Arthur to their room. Emma impatiently tabbed at his hand to get Matthew to start drawing again.
“Emma must take a lot out of him,” Alfred’s mother observed from her spot at the table. “I swear they only played in the snow for an hour and maybe a fifteen minute walk about the woods.”
“It could be some run over Jet leg,” Alfred said waving a hand and plopping down on a comfy chair.
Emma giggled with Francis took the paper from Matthew to draw something in correction of what Matthew had drawn. (“They’re not that big, Francis.” “Non, Matthieu, they are that big.”) Matthew stole the paper back, causing Emma to giggle again.
“I keep forgetting you just got back from England not to long ago.” Alfred’s mother said smiling. “It must have been lovely.”
Alfred nodded in agreement. Though maybe it wasn’t so much the sites that Arthur showed him, or his excitement in being there and able to do that. It might have even been the fact that they found out he was pregnant there, that made it lovely. Speaking of which he hadn’t exactly told his mother about the new member.
“Hey, did I tell you we’re adopting?” Alfred questioned, only to see his mother brighten.
“No,” Matthew said looking up from what he was watching Emma draw. “That’s great Alfred!”
“Adopting?” Francis asked, and Alfred shot him a look, but Francis laughed. “No, I’m merely shocked they approved you two.” Alfred noticed Francis blink and let out a sigh as Matthew elbowed him.
“Do you know anything?” His mother asked.
“Nay, we said we didn’t mind much, we’re just getting legal stuff filed with a possible unplanned mother.” Alfred said. Which in a way was rather true. Okay, as unplanned in the fact it didn’t usually work that way.
Currently, Alfred wasn’t minding all the unplanned things happening in his life. His family really didn’t, but they there give a bit of a cover story, Arthur’s family knew, because Arthur figured it was something they should know. Sometimes, Alfred figure, it was okay to through a plan out the window.
AN: Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you enjoy your Christmas, or holidays. I'm posting this rather early by my standards, but I know I won't get to my computer much after noon where I live.
Okay, so shall I explain some. So obviously everyone knows that men aren't "built" to have or carry children, so there for I think they would get ten times more tired. I can picture Arthur simply running errands for like an hour and coming home and passing out on the couch, and only being a few months into his pregnancy. Which is adorable because he would fight it.
And because you all don't really know what prompt I picked, except maybe lisacreature, but I'll tell everyone now. The main one was Arthur is in a relationship with Francis (Francis is cheating) and Alfred comes and saves the day. There was a bonus if Arthur was already a mommy with a child that isn't Alfred's. Sorry I didn't use Peter, lisacreature, but he's to cannon as Arthur's brother for him to be anything else in my writing, doesn't mean I don't read some fics like that. Also the second one I threw in there was, USxUK and Franada as a side with mpreg. I believe I did that, no?
Okay, thanks for reading everyone.
Author: mizu_from_kumo, Me
Recipient: lisacreature
Genre: drama, angst, and romance of course
Pairings: USxUK and others appear later just a little.
Rating/Warnings: T, for the darkness that plagues my writing and cursing, oh and mpreg! AUness as well
Summary: Leaving Francis was the best thing he ever did, even if it had no common sense. He was not going to raise his daughter there, but were the streets much better? The world is always against him.
Notes: This is the last chapter, I'm so happy, I got this all in on time. Here's the happy fluff ending of goodness. And I do believe the spin off series will happen, possibly. By the looks of it will be when Francis really stated seeing Matthew. Okay, I hoped you enjoyed this lisacreature.
2 years later
“You okay, Arthur?” Alfred asked from the doorway of the hotel bathroom. Arthur was bracing himself on the counter.
Arthur nodded slowly. He knew he was fine, but his body thought other wise and for many reasons. First, men didn’t usually get morning sickness, and even then the body is usually shaken up after dumping everything. Second, his body takes more wear when he’s pregnant. Male bodies aren’t built for having children, or carrying them.
“Mummy, kay?” Emma asked hugging her stuffed rabbit tightly. She hadn’t been a big fan of Arthur getting sick each morning.
“I’m fine, poppet,” Arthur assured as he existed the bathroom.
“Mummy come to breakfast, den?” Emma asked excitedly.
Before Arthur couldn’t answer with the fact that he wasn’t feeling up for it, Alfred touched his arm. “You should eat something. ‘Sides I’m sure they’ll have tea.” Alfred said smiling, causing Arthur to sigh.
“I’ll came to breakfast with you then.” Arthur said, reaching down to pick up his daughter. “Shall we get going?”
Alfred already had the door open waiting for them, with his bright smile on his face. Arthur fixed a piece of Emma’s hair as he walked through the door. Emma chattered on about what she wanted for breakfast. Alfred happily engaged with her over the possibilities of food.
They reached the lobby, finding it a bit filled with other hotel residence all getting what they could for breakfast. Emma was amazed by the choices. Arthur left Emma with Alfred so they could choice what they wanted to eat, while he went to fetch himself some tea, and probably get Alfred some coffee.
The two didn’t take to long, and Alfred brought Arthur toast. He gave him a stern look, which made Arthur smear at him, but he ate the toast. Breakfast continued rather smoothly, Emma made “friends” with some woman at a table close to them, and Arthur’s sickness went away.
“So, it should be a three hour drive from here,” Alfred said with a small smile.
“As long as you’re not bloody driving all day again,” Arthur said, sighing into his tea before he finished drinking it.
“Oh, and my mom asked if I could pick up Mattie and Francis from the airport tomorrow,” Alfred informed.
“Bloody hell,” Arthur muttered, causing Alfred to laugh.
---- ---- ----
Emma flung her handful of snow in the air, having it land mere inches from her, but it did seemed that way. No to her, she hit Arthur, which caused him to dramatically fall. Her “grandmother” laughed as Emma ran towards her mother.
Arthur laid perfectly still as Emma raced over, to see what her mother acted as such. Arthur didn’t move till she was at his side, wondering. He reached out to tickle her, causing her to explode in laughter. It was a musical sound. Emma wiggled free and pushed some snow towards Arthur, causing him to roll away.
Francis would admit it was rather humorous to watch. Maybe it was because when Arthur lived with him, he was dealing with trauma and a situation most men didn’t deal with. Still, he had always seemed to be a cranking person who showed kindness to a select few people. To see him rolling around in the snow like there wasn’t a care in the world was rather different.
He would have continued watching had Matthew not tapped on his shoulder, only to turn around and have Alfred shove his camera bag into his stomach with a smile. Damn it, Alfred had gotten how Matthew tapped people down. Matthew’s weak smile told him, Alfred has always known. Francis knew that was Alfred’s way of telling him to stop looking and help him unload the car.
Matthew giggled from the side of the car, obviously at something to two in the snow were doing. He quickly turned at the sound of Alfred whacking Francis on the head and French swears. “Alfred, that’s really not necessary,” he ushered quickly, getting between the two.
“As your big brother, I think it is.” Alfred said, as he heaved the last of the luggage out the trunk and closed it.
“That’s very nice…but really Francis is alright.” Matthew said with his sweet smile, “besides he ever does what he did to Arthur, I’ll slam him into a wall.” Francis laughed weakly, because he knew Matthew would do it.
Alfred closed the trunk and smiled back at his brother. “Now let’s hurry up and get inside it’s freezing out here.” Alfred said rubbing his arms and not really bothering to help any of the two with their luggage.
Francis rolled his eyes, earning a small shove from Matthew, but a roll of the eyes as well. As the two came into the yard, Arthur and Emma were laying in the snow, clearly making snow angels, while Alfred hurried over to them, almost slipping on some ice.
“Oh, Angel Emma and Britannia Angel, how ar-ACK!” Arthur had amazing aim as he got Alfred in the face with a quickly formed snow ball.
“Don’t call me that, git!” Arthur snapped as Alfred fell dramatically in the snow, earning concern from Emma.
“Angel Artie then!” Alfred said popping up and surprising Emma in doing so. This time he nearly dodged the snowball. Alfred laughed, causing Arthur to get up and storm over to him, and shove him down in the snow.
Emma watched the two wrestle with each other, before losing interest and noticing the two new people. Francis knew they weren’t new to her, but at the time there were just there. She hurried to Matthew, probably because he looked a lot like Alfred. Arthur’s hesitance towards Francis had rubbed off a bit, not completely though.
“Mattie, it’s wonderful to see you,” Matthew’s mother said as she walked down from the porch after her watching. “Oh, is this the man you told me about.” She giggled a bit.
“It’s nice to see you too, Mom.” Matthew said, as he put Emma back on the ground. “This is Francis Bonnefoy, my boyfriend.” Matthew blushed.
“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Madam,” Francis said politely, only to earn a snow ball to his face.
He immediately glared at Arthur, who was glaring back at him, muttering his British curses, which were deafened by Alfred’s laugh. Emma was laughing, grabbing snow from the ground and throwing it in the air.
“Let’s head inside, where it’s warm.” Matthew’s mother said, before leading them all into the house.
Francis however noticed Arthur lag a bit, as if he was low on energy but wasn’t willing to show it. It made Francis wonder if Alfred had gotten lucky.
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“Arthur really turned in early,” Matthew observed as Alfred came back down the stairs after escorting an exhausted Arthur to their room. Emma impatiently tabbed at his hand to get Matthew to start drawing again.
“Emma must take a lot out of him,” Alfred’s mother observed from her spot at the table. “I swear they only played in the snow for an hour and maybe a fifteen minute walk about the woods.”
“It could be some run over Jet leg,” Alfred said waving a hand and plopping down on a comfy chair.
Emma giggled with Francis took the paper from Matthew to draw something in correction of what Matthew had drawn. (“They’re not that big, Francis.” “Non, Matthieu, they are that big.”) Matthew stole the paper back, causing Emma to giggle again.
“I keep forgetting you just got back from England not to long ago.” Alfred’s mother said smiling. “It must have been lovely.”
Alfred nodded in agreement. Though maybe it wasn’t so much the sites that Arthur showed him, or his excitement in being there and able to do that. It might have even been the fact that they found out he was pregnant there, that made it lovely. Speaking of which he hadn’t exactly told his mother about the new member.
“Hey, did I tell you we’re adopting?” Alfred questioned, only to see his mother brighten.
“No,” Matthew said looking up from what he was watching Emma draw. “That’s great Alfred!”
“Adopting?” Francis asked, and Alfred shot him a look, but Francis laughed. “No, I’m merely shocked they approved you two.” Alfred noticed Francis blink and let out a sigh as Matthew elbowed him.
“Do you know anything?” His mother asked.
“Nay, we said we didn’t mind much, we’re just getting legal stuff filed with a possible unplanned mother.” Alfred said. Which in a way was rather true. Okay, as unplanned in the fact it didn’t usually work that way.
Currently, Alfred wasn’t minding all the unplanned things happening in his life. His family really didn’t, but they there give a bit of a cover story, Arthur’s family knew, because Arthur figured it was something they should know. Sometimes, Alfred figure, it was okay to through a plan out the window.
AN: Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you enjoy your Christmas, or holidays. I'm posting this rather early by my standards, but I know I won't get to my computer much after noon where I live.
Okay, so shall I explain some. So obviously everyone knows that men aren't "built" to have or carry children, so there for I think they would get ten times more tired. I can picture Arthur simply running errands for like an hour and coming home and passing out on the couch, and only being a few months into his pregnancy. Which is adorable because he would fight it.
And because you all don't really know what prompt I picked, except maybe lisacreature, but I'll tell everyone now. The main one was Arthur is in a relationship with Francis (Francis is cheating) and Alfred comes and saves the day. There was a bonus if Arthur was already a mommy with a child that isn't Alfred's. Sorry I didn't use Peter, lisacreature, but he's to cannon as Arthur's brother for him to be anything else in my writing, doesn't mean I don't read some fics like that. Also the second one I threw in there was, USxUK and Franada as a side with mpreg. I believe I did that, no?
Okay, thanks for reading everyone.