[fanfic] the switch
Title: The Switch
Author: silentside
Characters: F/A/C/E
Warning: Unbetad. This is written in a blitz manner.
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 by 500 years ahead of his time. Hilarity and chaos ensue.
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01. Mon Fils
"Papa...it's fine!"
"Hush!" He reached towards a nearby chair, stepping forward and standing over it. He is now in level with Matthew. It's hard sometimes when your former colony is one of the largest land masses in the world and he, being reduced to the state of how he was half a millennia ago, stand a couple of feet less. "Now come here! Come to Papa!"
Matthew sighed, moving forward so Francis's dainty hands can reach for the coat's collar, or rather HIS coat's collar, smoothening them out evenly. As his Papa was de-aged by Arthur's magic, the side-effect made him, his son, mature by 500 years. Save for his hooded shirts, Matthew has outgrown most of his clothes, while those of his Papa's are a perfect fit. He was thankful for that.
But the amount of facial and body hair is still something he has to get used to.
"If you are going as moi in ze world conference meeting, you must look the part!" He pouted, trying to conceal Matthew's hair curl by tucking it behind his ear. Frustrated that it won't press down, he took out a comb and brushed it vigorously until it did. "Stop ze shaking! I’m fixing your hair, not touching your vital regions!"
"B-but..." Matthew sputtered, as he tries to swat his Papa's hand. "It hurts!"
Just when he thought that the worse is over, Francis starts making a tch-tch sound, shaking his head disapprovingly. This does not bode well with Matthew. Before he can even react, his Papa reached for his maroon-colored polo shirt underneath, grabs the collar and gave it a quick pull on both sides, ripping it wide open down to his chest.
"Wahh!" Matthew screamed, stumbling backwards, his face beet red. "Papa!"
"Now zat more I like it!" He purred, tapping his chin wistfully AND very pleased at what he sees from head to foot. "When you got ze assets, you flaunt it, no?"
"This is so revealing!"
"Much better than earlier!" He argued, planting both hands on his hips. "You look like a stuck-up Englishman with my favorite shirt buttoned up to your chin!" He observed his son grumbling while fixing the shirt's collar begrudgingly. "Now come, I still have yet to unshy you!"
"I have enough unshying, thank you very much!"
"I won't pull off any more clothing from you!" He stomped his foot, "Just come!"
Matthew inched closer.
"Move closer!"
Matthew stepped forward, until his face and that of his Papa are but a few inches close.
He giggled, "Excellent, now bend a little!"
Francis pulled off Matthew's glasses.
"Perfect!"
"No! Not that--hey!" Matthew gasped, reaching out immediately for the glasses, but Francis quickly ducked and slipped it in his pocket. He jumped off the chair, giggling like an excitable child as Matthew reached out one more time. "Papa, give it back! It's not funny!"
"Non! Non!" He skipped gaily, "Don't be foolish, mon fils, you are not blind without them!" He stretched out his hand, "--and you can see my fingers, yes?"
"Five! I can see that..." Matthew bended slightly, squinted, "But..."
"Then they will be with me until the conference is over!" He concluded with a sweet smile. Matthew's legs suddenly grew weak. The problem will be how he will get it from Francis. Yesterday, he and Arthur have a hard time on keeping him still in one place. "You can do this!" He stepped forward and on his tiptoes, reaches for Matthew's face with both hands and draws him closer to him. Blond locks drop loosely to frame his face. "Have confidence in yourself--" He kissed him soundly on the lips and alternately on both cheeks.
"You are my boy! We are more similar than you think!"
Matthew nodded reluctantly and straightened himself up, but not before Francis can give him a playful pat on the rump. He nearly jumped and his Papa giggled at his flustered reaction. It seems that old habits never grow old.
"Je t'adore mon garconnn!" he called out, waving his handkerchief dramatically in the air as Matthew slowly but surely heads out of the room, trying to adjust his vision without the glasses.
"Make Papa proud!"
Francis is completely unaware that Arthur is already standing few feet behind him, having entered the room from another entrance.
"What do you think you are doing?" He hissed, making Francis jump a little. The effeminate blond turned around to face him with his surprised and confused round blue eyes. Arthur could have been fooled with such feigned innocence, if this is the 900s.
"I asked you again," He breathed deeply, "What have you done to Matthew?"
"Oh, mon cher!" he giggled, flicking his wrist saucily much to Arthur's dismay. "Why, didn't Mathieu informed you earlier that he will be going to ze world conference?"
"That's for me to decide!" He snapped, "He is under the crown and he couldn't leave until he goes back to normal and he..." His gaze shifted towards Matthew, who clumsily almost ran against the wall before managing to get hold of the doorknob.
"You can do it my dear hearttt!"
"O-oui..." Matthew stammered, rubbing his eyes before finally (and cautiously) leaving the room.
"He...he..." Arthur starts to sputter. Those are the bloody frog's clothes and Matthew is not wearing his glasses. He turned back to Francis, looking ever so cool as a cucumber while his face is so red that it looks like it's about to explode any minute now. It's takes a lot of will power for Arthur not to shake Francis violently, knowing all too well the unfair advantage.
Instead he screamed, "YOU IDIOT, YOU MADE HIM TAKE YOUR PLACE?!"
02. Puts the Trio in Bad Touch Trio
Arthur never saw Gilbert confront him this way, so seriously---and it have nothing to do with alcohol consumption or reliving his glory days (in most often case, both).
"Alright, spill it." He finally spoke, leaning his elbows behind him. "What have you done to Francis?"
"What are you implying?"
"He is acting weird lately, y'know." The Prussian shrugged, staring from afar, not catching Arthur's nervous expression. "I mean, he is being a little too nice."
"Hah, probably he is in a good mood."
"No mein freund," Gilbert grunted, "Way too nice. When Antonio and I insist that he join us for a little drink, he ordered beer. Drank lots of it, never got tipsy. But that's not it!'
"So...what is it?"
"Antonio dropped something on the floor, some extra change I dunno, so he have to get on his knees to look for it. His tight round ass is like hanging on the air in front of Bonnefoy!" Arthur cringed as Gilbert made hand emphasis to describe his former rival's impressive physical asset. "Francis won't think twice feeling that up! You know what he did?"
"Surprise me."
"He didn't do anything! AT ALL. He just ignored Antonio just like that." Gilbert snapped his fingers. "And he ordered his fries with all this syrup all over it...I have known him for a long time and he never like puts syrup in his fries!"
"Gilbert..."
"Also he will like, trip a lot every time he reaches for a door, like he is partially blind or somethin..."
"Gilbert..."
"He just keeps apologizing!"
"Gilbert!"
"I never seen him so polite in my whole life!"
"Gilbert!! Shut up and listen to me!" Arthur screamed, pulling the Prussian by the shirt collar. "That is not Francis!"
"I know right? That is not the Francis we know!"
"No, you don't understand! That is NOT Francis!"
As if on cue, the young effeminate Francis strolled inside the room, skipping happily as you please and behind him is a very exhausted Matthew, carrying armful of shopping bags and boxes.
"C-can I have my glasses back now, please?"
"Hmm, give Papa a minute, s'il vous plait?"
Gilbert chuckled, not noticing Arthur's ashen face. "Hah, so when did Francis have a cute little sister?"
It took a minute before everything sunk in to Gilbert.
03. Less is More
"He will cook?" Alfred looked up from his slice of pizza. "Can he even cook while..." He pointed to Francis, who disappeared shortly inside another room. "...while he is still like that?"
"Yes, Alfred." Arthur replied with a heavy sigh, placing his hands wearily on his face. "He retains all the memory and the experience of his current self, it's only his physical form that retrogressed."
"I think that's not the only thing that have retrogressed." Alfred took a bite and chewed, making Arthur peek out from his fingers. "He seems so much nicer as a...err…you know, as a kid! Didn't even try anything funny to me for the entire day!"
"How many times did I tell you, he is not a kid...he is already a teen at that stage."
"Still looks awfully young to me!" He swallowed, before taking a quick gulp at the can of soda beside him. "So where is Matt?"
"He just spent a day pretending to be Francis, I think that traumatized him enough." Arthur grumbled. "He retired early in his room."
"How long does it takes for Francis to start cooking anyway?"
"I told him to just wear a bloody apron and get started---where is he?!"
Then Francis dashed back to the counter wearing nothing else but an apron.
"Angleterre said that I wear noothing else but ze apron!" He giggled, twirling around, giving the two quite a splendid view of his slender nakedness and round little bottom. Alfred sprayed his soda all over the counter and Arthur felt something almost spurt out his nose. "So how do I look?"
Alfred swore he never saw Arthur move so fast in his life. He got up and quickly went over Francis's direction.
"C’est quoi?" he asked, as Arthur immediately scooped him up over his shoulder. "Waah!"
"Unhand me! Unhand me!" He demanded, pounding his fists on Arthur's back as they headed immediately upstairs. Alfred managed to get a glimpse of Arthur's face, the Englishman looked either extremely annoyed or deathly embarrassed.
"Put me down this instant, you brute!"
“Ow! You soddering brat! You put some clothes on!”
“Aiee!”
“Papa?! Dad, what are you doing to him?!”
“Matthew?! I thought you were asleep!”
“Mathieu~!”
Alfred blinked a couple of times, confused and gaping as he listened to the commotion upstairs.
It will be a long week
~ Fin ~
A/N: After cocooning myself for nearly four months straight just working on the F/A/C/E project. I took a bit of a breather and bring you a F/A/C/E blitz fic (meaning it's completely too random and amazing I wrote it less than a day lol.) This might be our next doujin project in the future, it's just too good to pass.
Also mainly inspired by this pic I posted here before~
PS. All scenarios happened within a span of only one day xD Also, if anyone can guess the MOVIE parody for the third scene, I will forever love you XD
PSS. Those who knew of my 1762: Extranjero, I will resume it roughly around June D:
PSS. Yes, LH and my other frozen fanfictions will be resumed roughly around that month too ||orz (I didn't forget your fic exchange thing nikki <3)
/runnns away
Author: silentside
Characters: F/A/C/E
Warning: Unbetad. This is written in a blitz manner.
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 by 500 years ahead of his time. Hilarity and chaos ensue.
---
01. Mon Fils
"Papa...it's fine!"
"Hush!" He reached towards a nearby chair, stepping forward and standing over it. He is now in level with Matthew. It's hard sometimes when your former colony is one of the largest land masses in the world and he, being reduced to the state of how he was half a millennia ago, stand a couple of feet less. "Now come here! Come to Papa!"
Matthew sighed, moving forward so Francis's dainty hands can reach for the coat's collar, or rather HIS coat's collar, smoothening them out evenly. As his Papa was de-aged by Arthur's magic, the side-effect made him, his son, mature by 500 years. Save for his hooded shirts, Matthew has outgrown most of his clothes, while those of his Papa's are a perfect fit. He was thankful for that.
But the amount of facial and body hair is still something he has to get used to.
"If you are going as moi in ze world conference meeting, you must look the part!" He pouted, trying to conceal Matthew's hair curl by tucking it behind his ear. Frustrated that it won't press down, he took out a comb and brushed it vigorously until it did. "Stop ze shaking! I’m fixing your hair, not touching your vital regions!"
"B-but..." Matthew sputtered, as he tries to swat his Papa's hand. "It hurts!"
Just when he thought that the worse is over, Francis starts making a tch-tch sound, shaking his head disapprovingly. This does not bode well with Matthew. Before he can even react, his Papa reached for his maroon-colored polo shirt underneath, grabs the collar and gave it a quick pull on both sides, ripping it wide open down to his chest.
"Wahh!" Matthew screamed, stumbling backwards, his face beet red. "Papa!"
"Now zat more I like it!" He purred, tapping his chin wistfully AND very pleased at what he sees from head to foot. "When you got ze assets, you flaunt it, no?"
"This is so revealing!"
"Much better than earlier!" He argued, planting both hands on his hips. "You look like a stuck-up Englishman with my favorite shirt buttoned up to your chin!" He observed his son grumbling while fixing the shirt's collar begrudgingly. "Now come, I still have yet to unshy you!"
"I have enough unshying, thank you very much!"
"I won't pull off any more clothing from you!" He stomped his foot, "Just come!"
Matthew inched closer.
"Move closer!"
Matthew stepped forward, until his face and that of his Papa are but a few inches close.
He giggled, "Excellent, now bend a little!"
Francis pulled off Matthew's glasses.
"Perfect!"
"No! Not that--hey!" Matthew gasped, reaching out immediately for the glasses, but Francis quickly ducked and slipped it in his pocket. He jumped off the chair, giggling like an excitable child as Matthew reached out one more time. "Papa, give it back! It's not funny!"
"Non! Non!" He skipped gaily, "Don't be foolish, mon fils, you are not blind without them!" He stretched out his hand, "--and you can see my fingers, yes?"
"Five! I can see that..." Matthew bended slightly, squinted, "But..."
"Then they will be with me until the conference is over!" He concluded with a sweet smile. Matthew's legs suddenly grew weak. The problem will be how he will get it from Francis. Yesterday, he and Arthur have a hard time on keeping him still in one place. "You can do this!" He stepped forward and on his tiptoes, reaches for Matthew's face with both hands and draws him closer to him. Blond locks drop loosely to frame his face. "Have confidence in yourself--" He kissed him soundly on the lips and alternately on both cheeks.
"You are my boy! We are more similar than you think!"
Matthew nodded reluctantly and straightened himself up, but not before Francis can give him a playful pat on the rump. He nearly jumped and his Papa giggled at his flustered reaction. It seems that old habits never grow old.
"Je t'adore mon garconnn!" he called out, waving his handkerchief dramatically in the air as Matthew slowly but surely heads out of the room, trying to adjust his vision without the glasses.
"Make Papa proud!"
Francis is completely unaware that Arthur is already standing few feet behind him, having entered the room from another entrance.
"What do you think you are doing?" He hissed, making Francis jump a little. The effeminate blond turned around to face him with his surprised and confused round blue eyes. Arthur could have been fooled with such feigned innocence, if this is the 900s.
"I asked you again," He breathed deeply, "What have you done to Matthew?"
"Oh, mon cher!" he giggled, flicking his wrist saucily much to Arthur's dismay. "Why, didn't Mathieu informed you earlier that he will be going to ze world conference?"
"That's for me to decide!" He snapped, "He is under the crown and he couldn't leave until he goes back to normal and he..." His gaze shifted towards Matthew, who clumsily almost ran against the wall before managing to get hold of the doorknob.
"You can do it my dear hearttt!"
"O-oui..." Matthew stammered, rubbing his eyes before finally (and cautiously) leaving the room.
"He...he..." Arthur starts to sputter. Those are the bloody frog's clothes and Matthew is not wearing his glasses. He turned back to Francis, looking ever so cool as a cucumber while his face is so red that it looks like it's about to explode any minute now. It's takes a lot of will power for Arthur not to shake Francis violently, knowing all too well the unfair advantage.
Instead he screamed, "YOU IDIOT, YOU MADE HIM TAKE YOUR PLACE?!"
02. Puts the Trio in Bad Touch Trio
Arthur never saw Gilbert confront him this way, so seriously---and it have nothing to do with alcohol consumption or reliving his glory days (in most often case, both).
"Alright, spill it." He finally spoke, leaning his elbows behind him. "What have you done to Francis?"
"What are you implying?"
"He is acting weird lately, y'know." The Prussian shrugged, staring from afar, not catching Arthur's nervous expression. "I mean, he is being a little too nice."
"Hah, probably he is in a good mood."
"No mein freund," Gilbert grunted, "Way too nice. When Antonio and I insist that he join us for a little drink, he ordered beer. Drank lots of it, never got tipsy. But that's not it!'
"So...what is it?"
"Antonio dropped something on the floor, some extra change I dunno, so he have to get on his knees to look for it. His tight round ass is like hanging on the air in front of Bonnefoy!" Arthur cringed as Gilbert made hand emphasis to describe his former rival's impressive physical asset. "Francis won't think twice feeling that up! You know what he did?"
"Surprise me."
"He didn't do anything! AT ALL. He just ignored Antonio just like that." Gilbert snapped his fingers. "And he ordered his fries with all this syrup all over it...I have known him for a long time and he never like puts syrup in his fries!"
"Gilbert..."
"Also he will like, trip a lot every time he reaches for a door, like he is partially blind or somethin..."
"Gilbert..."
"He just keeps apologizing!"
"Gilbert!"
"I never seen him so polite in my whole life!"
"Gilbert!! Shut up and listen to me!" Arthur screamed, pulling the Prussian by the shirt collar. "That is not Francis!"
"I know right? That is not the Francis we know!"
"No, you don't understand! That is NOT Francis!"
As if on cue, the young effeminate Francis strolled inside the room, skipping happily as you please and behind him is a very exhausted Matthew, carrying armful of shopping bags and boxes.
"C-can I have my glasses back now, please?"
"Hmm, give Papa a minute, s'il vous plait?"
Gilbert chuckled, not noticing Arthur's ashen face. "Hah, so when did Francis have a cute little sister?"
It took a minute before everything sunk in to Gilbert.
03. Less is More
"He will cook?" Alfred looked up from his slice of pizza. "Can he even cook while..." He pointed to Francis, who disappeared shortly inside another room. "...while he is still like that?"
"Yes, Alfred." Arthur replied with a heavy sigh, placing his hands wearily on his face. "He retains all the memory and the experience of his current self, it's only his physical form that retrogressed."
"I think that's not the only thing that have retrogressed." Alfred took a bite and chewed, making Arthur peek out from his fingers. "He seems so much nicer as a...err…you know, as a kid! Didn't even try anything funny to me for the entire day!"
"How many times did I tell you, he is not a kid...he is already a teen at that stage."
"Still looks awfully young to me!" He swallowed, before taking a quick gulp at the can of soda beside him. "So where is Matt?"
"He just spent a day pretending to be Francis, I think that traumatized him enough." Arthur grumbled. "He retired early in his room."
"How long does it takes for Francis to start cooking anyway?"
"I told him to just wear a bloody apron and get started---where is he?!"
Then Francis dashed back to the counter wearing nothing else but an apron.
"Angleterre said that I wear noothing else but ze apron!" He giggled, twirling around, giving the two quite a splendid view of his slender nakedness and round little bottom. Alfred sprayed his soda all over the counter and Arthur felt something almost spurt out his nose. "So how do I look?"
Alfred swore he never saw Arthur move so fast in his life. He got up and quickly went over Francis's direction.
"C’est quoi?" he asked, as Arthur immediately scooped him up over his shoulder. "Waah!"
"Unhand me! Unhand me!" He demanded, pounding his fists on Arthur's back as they headed immediately upstairs. Alfred managed to get a glimpse of Arthur's face, the Englishman looked either extremely annoyed or deathly embarrassed.
"Put me down this instant, you brute!"
“Ow! You soddering brat! You put some clothes on!”
“Aiee!”
“Papa?! Dad, what are you doing to him?!”
“Matthew?! I thought you were asleep!”
“Mathieu~!”
Alfred blinked a couple of times, confused and gaping as he listened to the commotion upstairs.
It will be a long week
~ Fin ~
A/N: After cocooning myself for nearly four months straight just working on the F/A/C/E project. I took a bit of a breather and bring you a F/A/C/E blitz fic (meaning it's completely too random and amazing I wrote it less than a day lol.) This might be our next doujin project in the future, it's just too good to pass.
Also mainly inspired by this pic I posted here before~
PS. All scenarios happened within a span of only one day xD Also, if anyone can guess the MOVIE parody for the third scene, I will forever love you XD
PSS. Those who knew of my 1762: Extranjero, I will resume it roughly around June D:
PSS. Yes, LH and my other frozen fanfictions will be resumed roughly around that month too ||orz (I didn't forget your fic exchange thing nikki <3)
/runnns away