Title of Fanwork: Not so Lonely Christmas [3/3]
Art or Fic: Fic
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe, NC-17 in one chapter
Author/Artist: bakacomputer 
Recipient: cloud_strife101 
Summery/Prompt: Canada is sad that he spends Christmas alone. Prussia then comes to give him the best Christmas ever.
Parings/Characters: America, France, England, FrUK
Warnings: Prussia's mouth, human names.
Other: Merry Christmas cloud_strife101! I really enjoyed writing this. I tried to go with fluffy-ish. But I really couldn't help the second chapter. Anyways, I hope you like it! I'm still in the midst of proof reading other chapters, so I'm sorry for the lack of them all. I'll have them up tomorrow by the latest.

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The two had fallen asleep on the couch as naked as the day they were born. Neither cared that the TV was still on. Neither cared that Kumajirou had come in half way through the night to watch what he wanted; for being a bear he was quiet smart, though he didn't show it to most. Neither cared for anything as they spooned on the couch. Some time during their sleep, Gilbert had moved them both so they laid horizontal on the couch so they could both fit on the couch as they cuddled. But, they both cared that there was a screaming Brit in their ears.

"Go the fuck away!" Gilbert buried his face into the boy's neck and pressed against him for warmth. Why they hadn't at least gotten a blanket was beyond him.

"No! I will not be leaving this spot with you on Matthew like that!" Arthur was furious and embarrassed. Hadn't he taught the boy more manners? At least he could cover up after such an act! And with such a person! One should be ashamed.

Matthew wiggled in his sleep and rubbed his face against the couch. "Hmm? What is it Gil?" He asked and looked over his shoulder to the man. Gilbert was already back in slumber. Knitting his eyebrows together, he looked back to the TV, which was still on. But something was blocking his way. Was that Arthur's legs? His hazy violet eyes followed up the legs and to the face. Oh my god.. Was all that ran through his head. "A-a-a-a-Arthur!" He stuttered and pressed against Gilbert like it would cover him up.

"Yes, we have come to celebrate Christmas, to find you with, with -- such a person!" Matthew burned red and nodded, it was all he could do. Arthur glowered at the two and started to pull Matthew away.

"N-no!" Matthew pulled his hand back and covered his groin with it. "Please, Arthur.." He sat up and looked around the room to spot a chuckling Francis and an Alfred read to attack. "Francis, Al.." Matthew had no idea what to do! He looked to Francis and pleaded with his eyes. It didn't take long for Francis' smirk to turn into one of defeat.

But it quickly turned to a smile as he walked over to his husband. "Come now, Angleterre. Let's at least wake Gilbert up so they can get cleaned up and.." The man searched for the right word as he took the flustered blond's hand and started to pull him away. "Presentable," was what he decided on.

"W-well, fine. But we will be back in an hour!" The three walked out of the room and then the house. But it wasn't soon enough for the blond.

He flopped down and then tried to calm down. Knowing he was as calm as he would be all day, he turned and kissed Gilbert's lips. "Gil.." He whispered against them, wanting to wake him up as easily as he could.

"Yes, Mattie?" He asked, eyes open with a smirk. He'd been up for the whole thing, but didn't want to deal with any of it. So, he didn't.

Matthew burned red and slapped his chest, much like he had last night. Only now it stung with out fabric to take some of the force. "You were awake and you let me go through that!" He pouted and sighed. "We have to get up..." Matthew moved and stood, stepping out of Gilbert's reach. He was out of Gilbert's grabbing reach, but if Gilbert stretched, like so, he could slap the boys bare ass. Matthew winced and hissed, shooting a glare over his shoulder.

Needless to say the day was filled with awkward moments and little time with each other. Arthur and Alfred wouldn't allow it. But, it was fun. Now that Gilbert had spent the day with Matthew's family, Matthew wanted to spend Christmas day with Gilbert's family. Maybe next year.

Title of Fanwork: Not so Lonely Christmas [2/3]
Art or Fic: Fic
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe, NC-17 in one chapter
Author/Artist: bakacomputer 
Recipient: cloud_strife101 
Summery/Prompt: Canada is sad that he spends Christmas alone. Prussia then comes to give him the best Christmas ever.
Parings/Characters: America, France, England, FrUK
Warnings: Sex in this chapter, human names
Other: Merry Christmas cloud_strife101! I really enjoyed writing this. I tried to go with fluffy-ish. But I really couldn't help the second chapter. Anyways, I hope you like it! I'm still in the midst of proof reading other chapters, so I'm sorry for the lack of them all. I'll have them up tomorrow by the latest.

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"Mattie, this is boring.." The albino whispered into the blond's ear while his hands unwrapped from the boy's waist and slipped under his hoodie. He hopped his boyfriend was getting the idea. Just in case he wasn't Gilbert pulled his earlobe into his mouth and suckled on it. Still he took it further and let one hand trail up to Matthew's nipple while the other one wandered to the waist band his maple leaf printed pajama bottoms.

At the attacks to his body, Matthew gasped and arched his back slightly. If Gilbert went into his bottoms he would find two things, one being that he was currently commando under his pajamas and the second being that he was already quiet horny. After living with Francis for so many years, it tended to rub off; besides, buying underwear is such a hassle. He really couldn't take it much longer if Gilbert was only going to tease him.

Gilbert smirked and let his ear go. With callused fingers, ran his thumb across a nipple. Matthew let out a small noise. One that had escaped the blond, for he was chewing on his lip rather raw. With a chuckle, he pulled his hands away and licked his neck, just cuddling him again. Gilbert wasn't sure how long he would be able to tease the blond, but it would totally be worth it in the end.

Obviously mad that the touching had stopped, Matthew huffed and pushed Gilbert's hands away and crossed his arms. It was a small pebble thrown at his huge ego, but it still hurt. He pouted against the blond's skin. "What was that for?"

Matthew huffed and ducked away from the lips on his neck. Gracefully, he moved to sit in Gilbert lap so they were facing each other. A childish pout sat on the boy's lips. "You said you were here to make me happy, not horny." He slapped his hands against the albino's chest with his brows knit unhappily. All the elder man could only laugh. Actually laugh at him! "What?"

Then he just shook his head. "You are cute." Matthew huffed at the man and dropped his head to Gilbert's shoulder unhappily. Now that he was relaxed Gilbert wrapped his arms around the boy. "Now, I could either be an awesome spark in your dull night, or I could be a fucking awesome explosion in your night. I figured being fucking awesome was better." He unwrapped an arm from around him and lifted his head so their eyes met. "Besides, you make it a hell of a lot funner to tease you then to just take you." With another chuckle at his pout, Gilbert captured those pouty lips in a passionate kiss.

How could one not give into those talented lips? What ever crazy person could do that belonged in the loony-bin! Matthew was definitely not on of those people; tipsy, sober, or drunk, it didn't matter. His eyes slipped closed and mouth opened as a tongue trailed along long his bottom lip, longing for access to his mouth. The albino quickly took over the other's mouth, exploring everywhere he could. When he pulled back, both were already at a lose for breath. Gilbert smirked and glanced down to where their groins were no more then an inch apart from each other.

The Canadian could only blush as he couldn't meet the other's eyes. It was cute and made Gilbert want to just take him then and there, but he didn't. Instead he ran his hands down Matthew's back and up into his hoodie. A shiver shook Matthew's body as his cold fingers pushed his hoodie up and over his head. Once the piece of clothing was gone, Gilbert grinned and looked the boy over.

Underneath that baggy hoodie, Matthew was actually a well-toned teenager. Must have been because it wasn't too long ago that he was living in the woods, fending for himself. Matthew had smooth skin, not a blemish on him. There were ticks from battles, but that only added to attractiveness of the boy; it only showed that he knew what a hardship was, that he could take care of himself. There was alight tan on the boy, though he had seen people with both more and less of a tan.

Uncomfortable with the way Gilbert was scrutinizing him Matthew wiggled and started to cover himself up, but Gilbert stopped him by taking his wrists in one hand and holding them above both their heads. The position was uncomfortable, yet he didn't try to pull away; it only meant Gilbert was finally going to touch him, and touch him right. The albino leaned forward and latched onto one of the rosy nipples that adorned his chest. At first Matthew only let out small mewls, but as Gilbert tugged and bit the nipples Matthew let out louder, short moans.

"G-Gilbert..Please..." The blond looked down at the man as he froze and looked up at the boy. He wanted so much more then the mindless teasing he was getting, the lust obvious in his half lidded eyes.

With a smirk, he bit down on the nipple still in his mouth. Matthew yelped and chewed his lip as he looked more pleading then before at his lover. Gilbert gave in and pulled away. "You best be ready, cause I don't have anything to make it soft for you!" Matthew looked about the room, but it was a vain attempt to find the lubricant he so wanted. He wasn't Francis who always had a bottle on him. So, all Matthew could do was nod and take it like a man.

Grinning, Gilbert moved them both so Matthew was on the couch and he was hovering over him. Sitting up, the albino pulled off his shirt and then moved to undo his pants. Now it was Matthew's turn to gawk. His purple eyes scanned over his body, all the scars that were nearly invisible because of his pale skin. Kind of like Matthew. He was always forgotten and invisible to those around him, but he was there. Much like those scars on Gilbert. A smile formed on the Canadian's lips as he realized that like each of those scars, he was important to Gilbert. It was something that brought tears to his eyes, quickly he wiped them away and just smiled at the man in front of him.

Now free of his jeans, and boxers while he was at it, Gilbert moved to pull off the boys pajamas and what he expected to be boxers. Yet, there was only the fleece pajama bottoms to pull down. He blinked and raised an eyebrow at the boy. "I never knew you went commando! God, it must be so free." Matthew burned bright and couldn't exactly meet Gilbert's piercing red eyes. With a chuckle, he leaned down and kissed the penis that stood tall and proud between Matt's legs. "Mattie's already so excited." He chuckled at the noise he got when he blew on the red head. "Well, who wouldn't be. I mean look at how awesome I am! I bet I could make you come with out even touching you!"

"No!" He shouted and bucked his hips up, pushing the head of his erection into Gilbert's mouth. Matthew moaned and looked down at the man as he took more of him into his mouth. The blond's breath hitched and one eye closed as he laid his head back. "Please..touch me!" He didn't want to be teased anymore! He wanted to find release! Matthew fisted the couch as Gilbert took nearly all the way.

Gilbert pulled off of him, a sting of saliva linking him to the penis until he spoke. "Jesus, Mattie! You're almost as big as my five meters!" He chuckled and moved his fingers to his mouth. After making sure to slick them up enough, Gilbert moved his fingers to Matt's entrance. Experimentally, he pushed one finger in.

The feeling was awkward and with a wrinkled nose he wiggled his hips, like he were trying to get used to it and push it out. It wouldn't be that easy to stop now and to make sure he knew, Gilbert added another finger and slowly started to stretch him out with a scissoring motion. Matthew whined at the feeling but didn't say to stop. They both knew the safe word. Though it had only been called once, they both knew it was in their power to stop it. To distract from the sting, Gilbert licked up Matthew's length and licked the slit already leaking precum. Swiftly he added a third finger as Matthew moaned and bucked his hips. After he knew the boy was used to the finger, he started to scissor them again, now pumping them in and out of the boy.

Matthew panted and laid there with closed eyes. Gilbert pushed just a little further, searching. With out warning an immense wave of pleasure poured into his body. A scream of pleasure left his lips and his hips worked against Gilbert's fingers, wanting that touch again. Gilbert added another finger, earning a pained noise from Matthew. That was quickly disregarded as he brushed the bundle of nerves hidden in Matthew. Like before a pleasured yelp left his lips.

Gilbert smiled and worked him for a few more pumps then pulled out. "Ready for awesome?" He asked and moved between his legs. Matthew helped him by spreading his legs and then lifting them onto the snowy haired man's shoulders. "I'm taking that as a 'Hell yeah'." He chuckled and pumped himself, spreading is own precum as a lubricant. He really didn't want this to hurt as much as it would. Then he positioned himself at Matthew's orifice. Knowing the pain that would come, Matthew had closed his eyes with his lip between his mouth.

The albino didn't more just gazed at him, waiting. Eventually Matthew opened his eyes and looked at Gilbert. Gilbert flashed him his pearly whites and pushed the head of his erection into his tight hole. Matthew winced and bit back the pained noises he so badly wanted to let out. As he continued to push in, Gilbert leaned over and took Matthew's lip between his own teeth. Giving it a small tug he smiled and took his mouth into an open mouth kiss. As both their tongues danced, Matthew let go of the couch and wrapped his arms around Gilbert's neck.

Finally Gilbert was fully sheathed, he broke the kiss and panted. Matthew opened his eyes as their foreheads touched. Gilbert just waited, wanting Matthew to enjoy this too. The blond took in a shaky breath and gave a nod for him to continue. Gilbert took his lips again and started with slow and shallow thrusts. One hand moved to Matthew's leaking cock and started to pump him. As Matthew moaned into his mouth, he started to move quicker with his thrusts making them deeper.

The pain was subsiding as he became adjusted to Gilbert's size. He broke the kiss as he needed to breath. Gilbert moved to his neck and peppered it with light kisses before picking a spot and latching on, making sure to nip and suck the area until it was red and tender. In a second Matthew went from awkward pain pleasure, to freaking awesome as the albino would say. He moaned and arched his back "G-gil, there.." He gasped and started to move his hips to meet Gilbert's movements.

Gilbert could only thank the gods as Matthew was finally thrown into pleasure. He leaned in, pressing Matthew's legs closer to his chest, changing the position so he could go deeper. It was just the angle he needed as Matthew screamed in pleasure. Gilbert moved faster and timed his hand on Matthew's erection perfectly. The blond moaned and arched his back as Gilbert moved harder. Both were close.

"I-I'm going cum.." Matthew closed his eyes and tried to hold out a little longer. But as he declared his closeness, Gilbert started to pump him faster his other hand moving to fondle his balls. "Ahnn!" Matthew moaned and arched his back as he reached his orgasm. He found release and as he finished, he fell back onto the couch panting.

Gilbert couldn't handle it as Matthew's inside clenched around his cock as the blond reached his climax. With one more thrust, Gilbert came inside the boy with a moan. As both came down from their high Gilbert pulled out and then collapsed on the boy. The weight didn't help his breathing, but he didn't push it off. Instead he wrapped his arms around the albino and nuzzled his neck. "I love you, Gil." He whispered into the other's ear.

With a small chuckle, Gilbert kissed his temple. "Merry Christmas, kid."

Title of Fanwork: Not so Lonely Christmas [1/3]
Art or Fic: Fic
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe, NC-17 in one chapter
Author/Artist: bakacomputer 
Recipient: cloud_strife101 
Summery/Prompt: Canada is sad that he spends Christmas alone. Prussia then comes to give him the best Christmas ever.
Parings/Characters: America, France, England, FrUK
Warnings: This chapter they get close to sexing.
Other: Merry Christmas cloud_strife101! I really enjoyed writing this. I tried to go with fluffy-ish. But I really couldn't help the second chapter. Anyways, I hope you like it! I'm still in the midst of proof reading other chapters, so I'm sorry for the lack of them all. I'll have them up tomorrow by the latest.

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It was another Christmas alone. So, why was this year harder then all the others? He just wanted to laugh and have a good time. Like he used to, when Francis and Arthur actually cared about the family. Now that him and Alfred were teenagers and  not at home anymore they never got together. On rare occasion that they actually did, Matthew was always forgotten, Alfred and Arthur always fought, Arthur always got drunk, and Francis was just Francis.

With the sleeve of his red hoodie, Matthew wiped away the forming tears and pulled his legs to his chest. Before getting anymore comfy, the blond grabbed the remote the popcorn and the bottle of good ol' Canadian beer. With a sigh, Matthew played the movie and hugged his legs, his chin on his knees and beer in one hand.  He didn't remember what movie had had put in, but as the credits started he took a sip of the beer. As a theme song started he furrowed his brow, rather confused why a movie would have a theme song. Despite himself, he smiled and continued to watch. Degrassi wasn't a bad TV show, just a lot of drama. Maybe drama was what he wanted, so he continued to watch.

By the end of the first episode, Matt had finished his beer and was watching with all of his attention. It was the one where Craig asked Ashley to marry him and flips out when she, in the end, tells him no; although it was mainly because he took her 'in the future' answer as a yes and told her father's whole wedding they were getting married. As the credits started to run, he went in to get another beer. It didn't really occur to him that there was another beer missing as he grabbed his. Returning to the living room, he cuddled himself again and continued to watch. Turns out Craig is bi-polar. All the blond could do was chuckle quietly. But he gasped as it was revealed Liberty and JT were a couple!

His cheeks were tinted red and his beer gone no more then half way through the episode. The Canadian wiggled his nose and came out of himself to set the empty bottle on the coffee table in front of him. From sitting bunched up in a ball his joints were sore, so, he started to stretch. Arms above his head and his toes pointing straight. As his hands touched a body's chest, Matthew let out a scream and turned around as fast as he could on the couch. The room spun more then it should and he wobbled before falling off the small couch. On his way down he heard a chuckle. As that lovely sound filled his ears he slammed his head on the coffee table. A shriek of pain left his mouth and the room stopped moving. His legs were still on the couch while his head was on the floor, his arms doing their own thing.

"Oh, Mattie! Are you alright?" It was a voice that was both amused and worried, at the same time. Before he could get up on his own, he was being lifted up and onto the couch. "Jeez, you sure are a klutz, even when you aren't moving!" Now it was pure amusement in that voice.

Before he could even come up with a good reply, Matthew's face screwed to a look of panic. With out a second thought, the blond hit the albino in the chest repeatedly. "What the hell! You scared the shit out of me!" Matthew looked at the man and flopped back into the couch, arms crossed and a pout on his lips. Now that he had hit the Prussian he felt a little better, but still wanted to cry.

Gilbert blinked and looked at himself then at the blond. "Hey, are you crying?" Now that he was in question of crying, Matthew flushed and shook his head. He stopped and flinched back as he saw how close Gilbert was. "You are!" The albino lifted his hands to the blond's cheek. With the pad of his thumb, he brushed away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks.

Now flustered, he shook his head and slapped away Gilbert's hands. "You scared the crap out of me!" Was his ingenious argument. "W-why are you here?" He asked watching the man with teary violet eyes. While waiting a reply, he wiped away his tears with his sleeve, again.

Gilbert looked offended as he looked at his hand which had been slapped away. The look didn't last long as he straightened up and walked around the boy's living room. "I have come to make your dreary little country awesome!" His tone was matter-of-factly and duh, at the same time. Which only reminded Matt of his stupid brother and that was the last thing he wanted right now.

When somebody, especially an ex-nation, dissed your country, you can be offended. But if you are Matthew, and are slow at your comebacks, it's best to just not answer. However, if you do have a snappy comeback, you should say said snappy comeback! "I'm not little! I'm almost as big as Ivan! And I sure as hell am bigger then you!" As soon as he said the last statement he wished he hadn't. The look of hurt that passed Gilbert's face was one that tore at his heart. "Gil..Look, I'm--"

Seemed he bounced back quickly, because he didn't let the blond finish. "I blame the alcohol. You never did look like one who could hold it very well." He laughed and then plopped next to the blond who now looked disgruntled with his arms crossed, mumbling French things at him. Rolling his red eyes, Gilbert wrapped an arm around the boy. "I'm here to make you happy!"

For some reason, Matthew highly doubted that. But, he didn't argue or pull away from Gilbert. "Well, make me happy!" He pouted as he curled into Gilbert's side. If he was here to do something like that, he would make sure he did it.

With a chuckle, Gilbert pulled Matthew into his lap. Swiftly, the albino wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and rested his head on his shoulder. A smile rested on his lips as they watched the episode of Degrassi, which only widened as Matthew snuggled into his chest. The drama that took place on the show was boring Gilbert, so he settled on nuzzling the boy's neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin.

Matthew wiggled at the touch, but quickly relaxed and let him do it. Gilbert took it another step and grazed his teeth and tongue along the skin. This eliciting a small whine from the boy, but no protest to stop. Smirking against the skin, he inhaled the boy's strange smell; one of maple and the woods, seemed like a piny smell. Gilbert gave a shaky breath and then latched onto Matthew's skin.

"G-gilbo.." He whimpered and tilted his head to the side. Again there was no protest to stop, if anything it was an invitation to go further. Gilbert smirked and rubbed his thumbs against the small skin that showed from under the red sweatshirt.

Title: Separation
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Franada, France, Canada, England, America
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG..?
Warnings: All around fail?
Summary: France loses Canada to England.

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It was golden hair you could never forget.  With blue eyes that stun those who looked in them. And when the male opened his mouth to speak, it was beautiful. One could only be stunned. That male was his savior, no more lonely nights in the tundra. It was the happiest day in the boy's life. Those two became very close, the small blond even received a name. Mathieu. He took it happily and grew into a young colony.

"Papa, it's lonely when you are gone.." The boy spoke in a hushed whisper, as if afraid to insult Francis. "Please don't leave anymore." Matthew buried his head into the older male's shoulder, fighting tears.

Francis didn't know what to say. He felt like the crying boy was his fault, so he wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him into his lap, gently petting the child's wavy blond hair. "Mon enfant..." Hearing the beautiful french, Matthew looked up. "I must, I need to keep things at bay back home." Francis's tone was quiet, like he didn't want to scare away a doe and it's fawn.

All the child did was nod, fighting the tears as he looked into the french man's eyes. Francis leaned over and pressed his lips to Matthew's forehead, the stubble on his chin tickling Matthew. "I must return home now."

Matthew sniffled and shook his head, he didn't want him to leave. "P-please don't.." A tear slowly rolled down the boy's cheek and it broke the older man's heart.

With out so much as a warning, Francis stood and walked to the door with Matthew in his arms. "I will return again." Another kiss was placed on the child's forehead and then he was placed on the floor. Francis left and didn't return for a while.

In Francis' leave, Matthew grew stronger. Learning to live with his people. And thanks to Alfred, the closest thing to a family he had, he had learned to sew and build stable towns. Though his number was few, he was living.

One day, an invasion occurred, Matthew was defenseless against this mass attacking him. It didn't take long before there was pounding on his cabin door. Still being a young child, Matthew whimpered and hid taking his stuffed bear with him. The foot steps on his wood floor echoing into the silence; almost as loud as the heartbeat in his ears and as quick as his breaths.

The door to his room flew open and the steps quickened, heading straight to his hiding spot. Matthew cowered with Kumajirou in his hands, on the verge of tears. When the door flew open, Matthew flinched and a sigh sounded. The boy peeked from his cowering position, only to stop breathing. What he saw made him extremely happy, tears of joy rolling down his dirty cheeks. "P-papa.." He whispered.

Francis took the boy in his arms and hugged him close, the beat up teddy bear between them. "Come, mon fils, we must go." All the crying blond could do was nod and cling to Francis's shirt.

They ran to the hills of Matthew's land, not stopping until they came across a small shack. Matthew like to sleep out there while Francis was gone. The tranquil surroundings calming him into slumber at night.

The shack was small, dirty, and dark. Matthew awoke as he was placed on the ground, the heat he was close to gone. His small hand shot out and grabbed Francis' pant leg. "D-don't leave me again.." Matthew's breath was shaking and he was ready to cry.

Francis nodded, "Never, mon enfant, never." The small hand on his clothing tightened and the boy buried his head into Kumajirou's fur. "Come now, where is the lantern?"

The hand was removed from his pant leg and pointed to a small table just tall enough for Matthew to reach. There was a small lantern and a box of matches. Francis walked to the table and lit the lantern, returning to Matthew's side. He set the lantern on the ground and sat on the tiny cot. He pulled Matthew into his lap and gently pet his hair, like it was any other visit.

In the dim light, Matthew looked around the cabin, he hadn't been here in a while. His small towns were tiring and he fell asleep quickly in his home. Suddenly, he wiggled out of Francis' lap and laid down so his head was in the other's lap, the teddy bear he once held laying next to the two. "I want to see you.." His soft voice was almost unheard. Francis only nodded and continued to play with the other's hair.

Though the light was dim, Matthew could look at the Frenchman and know it wasn't good. Mud was encrusted in his clothes. Francis' clothing was torn and he there was blood. From an old cut or a fresh one, he couldn't tell, but Francis didn't show that he was hurt. "You are hurt!" The child sat up and then proceeded to stand. In a small cubby, Matthew pulled out bandages and quickly returned to Francis. As Matthew started to pull off the other's shirt, something wet dripped onto his hand.

Curious violet eyes looked at the face he had etched into his mind. "Papa? What is wrong?" Worry was obvious in his tone, and written all over his childish face.

"Je suis désolé." Francis spoke between sobs.

"For what Papa?" Matthew's small voice was louder as it was masked with worry.

"Je suis désolé..Je suis désolé.." It was all he could say. There was nothing else he could say. He had lost. And he had lost the one thing he didn't want to lose most. Matthew. "Mathieu, Je suis désolé. I have lost." Francis shook his head.

All Matthew could do was stare at his father. "What have you lost?"

The boy was smart, and knew how to get to the point. Francis shook his head, his hands to grab the boy and brought him close. "You.." The man sobbed and buried his head into Matthew's shoulder, crying and whispering apologies in his ear.

Matthew just stood there, unable to do anything else. He was in shock. His body couldn't do anything as his father's words sank in. Then like the flash of lightening, he knew what that meant. A pained cry left the boy's lips. Matthew's knees gave out and his small hands clung to the man's shirt. Pain coursed through his body and tears ran down his cheeks. He didn't want to be given away, he only wanted Francis to visit him! He didn't care if nobody else did, or if he went back to the cold and lonely nights. As long as Francis stayed by his side he didn't care. Francis was all he wanted, all he cared for.

On the shacks roof, you could hear the pitter patter of rain, like the Gods felt his pain. As the two held each other, the rain worsened. Lightening lit the sky often, soon followed by thunder. Their murmurs were drowned out by the rain.

Matthew's tears stopped long ago, but he gave dry sobs and continued to hold the one he loved. "Papa, don't leave me!" He gave another sob. And then it was cold. He shivered and peeked over his shoulder to the door.

It was open, but the wind hadn't opened it. There, in the door frame, stood a short man with a glare on his face and bushy brows. "Frog! Give him here! You lost, now hand the boy over!"

Matthew shook his head. "Fight back Papa!" He cried into the man's shoulder again.

"Mon petit, I cannot." Gentle hands tried to pry the boy from his shirt. "Je suis désolé. I have no more men to fight." His voice was quiet in his ear. Foot steps sounded and a rough hand grabbed Matthew's night gown.

The impatient man at the door didn't seem to like their whispers. Matthew's hands tightened around the fabric and pulled Francis with him. "No! Papa! I don't wanna go!"

A chuckle came from behind him. "Seems like you will be a difficult little boy."

Francis pulled Matthew's hands to his mouth and kissed them. "Let go. Be a good boy and go with Arthur.." Matthew froze and with one last pull, he stumbled back against Arthur's legs. Francis handed the boy his bear and gave him one last kiss on the forehead. Arthur didn't allow much else as he took Matthew's free hand.

"Now, get off my land you bloody frog!" Arthur turned and dragged Matthew out with him. Tears glistened down his cheeks once more, "Papa!" It was the last thing he shouted before Alfred came to his side.

Matthew fell into the mud and cried into his bear. It was all he did that night. As he was brought into Alfred's house. As he was bathed and changed. He wouldn't eat nor would he talk, Matthew just cried and mumbled things about his Papa. He cried himself to sleep and in the morning just sat there at the table, hugging his bear. Nothing looked edible, so he didn't say a word and didn't touch a thing. His violet eyes were puffy and red from all of his crying, but he didn't care. He just sat there with Kumajirou and did his chores as they were given.

Arthur could be a mean man when he wanted, so, Matthew didn't think twice about doing them. If the Brit wanted to, he could give Matthew something to cry about, so, his tears stopped and his sobs lessened. Still no words--except 'yes', 'no', 'please', and 'thank you'--passed his lips. Why would he ever want to talk to the one person who took everything away from him? Matthew would never forgive him for that.