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You Do, But I Don't Part 5/?
Title: You Do, But I Don’t
Characters/Pairings: France/England, America, Canada
Word Count: 2,197
Rating: PG 13 (language and sex references)
Summary: Alfred finds himself in a tough situation when he finds out that he’s going on a road trip with his dad and soon to be stepdad and stepbrother. It’s a family bonding vacation right before Francis and Arthur get married. Arthur is excited. Matthew is nervous. Alfred is annoyed. But he can’t resist an adventure, and that’s exactly what this little family outing quickly turns into… Even if it’s not exactly the kind he wanted. *An AU story with humor and teenage family drama*
Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: Part 4:
Part 5:
Ok, so I’m still alive, so that’s good… nobody followed through with their threats. But just to be safe, I made a makeshift fort in the bathroom. And I’ve been reading up on what to do in case of a zombie attack, so I had a pretty awesome setup. Plus, I had more room sleeping in the bathtub than I would have had sleeping on the one person couch with Matt. With all of the cushions and blankets that I used, it was actually kind of comfortable. I was having a good sleep until somebody turned on the water. And it was cold! I jolted awake, hair soaking wet, and I opened the curtain. And there was Francis. Completely naked. “OH MY GOD!” I screamed “W-what the hell are you doing in here?!”
“I was about to take a shower!” he said, clearly startled. “What are you doing in here?!” Now, that was harder to answer…
“I- I was protecting… myself… from death threats, and… the bathtub made a… a good… fort… so… yeah...” Francis raised an eyebrow at me. I guess it made more sense in my head. I trailed off and looked away for a second. Then I came back to my senses. “Oh, god, COVER UP!” I cried, shutting my eyes. I blindly grabbed one of the covers to shield my vision, and I ran out into the living room, tripping over one of our suitcases and landing on my face. I gave serious thought to just laying there and going back to sleep. Start the whole day over again in a few hours. But I was curious to see if anybody else was up, so I peeked out from under the blanket. Matt was sitting on the couch, fully dressed, watching tv.
“Good morning,” he said nonchalantly without even glancing in my direction.
“Good morning? That’s all you have to say after all the screaming and the noise?! Do you know what just happened?!” He turned to me, and said very calmly…
“Yup. I got up early this morning to go to the bathroom, and I saw you were sleeping in there.
“Yeah, but then Francis came in! I just saw your dad! Naked! Didn’t you see him going in?!”
“I did.” I stared at him in disbelief. How could he be so calm about this?
“And?! You didn’t say anything to him?!”
“I did,” Matt said, grinning. “I told him the bathroom was empty and to go on in.” What. The. Hell?! Seriously?! He is such a jerk! And to think I felt bad about making him fall in the river! It was morning though, so the fact that he had set me up didn’t sink in for a minute or two. I lay there quietly, confused… and then pissed. Matt looked over at me and chuckled. “…So I guess we’re even now…” I’d done some pretty shitty stuff to Matt before, but most of it was accidental or all in good fun, but what he did? That was deliberate, planned… sadistic. All traits of a dangerous serial killer. My cheeks turned red, partly out of anger, partly out of embarrassment that I had fallen right into his trap. He got me good, and I hated him for it. A small part of me wanted to slink away to the corner and hide before Francis came out of the shower. But there was no way I was giving up that easily. Matt would not get away with this.
“The hell we are!” I shouted as I jumped up and charged at him full speed. I slammed into him, and we both hit the floor. Hard. As soon as we were both on the ground, I pinned him down and punched him in the face. He shut his eyes, bracing himself for my next move. He looked terrified, but I didn’t care. In my mind, Matt was the bad guy, and I was just restoring justice. My pride was bruised (not to mention, I’ve been scarred for life), so in return, his face was gonna get bruised. Fair is fair. Unfortunately, this little quarrel was loud enough to wake Dad up, and he didn’t see it my way. He came running out in his pajamas with a frantic look in his eyes.
“Alfred, what are you doing?!” he cried. He immediately pulled me off of Matthew, but not before I got a couple more punches in. Dad tossed me aside and rushed back over to Matt. “Matthew, are you all right?” he asked. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Two…” So he passed that test, but he had a bloody lower lip, and it was swelling quickly. Dad brought him some ice and a glass of water, which Matt gulped down in a heartbeat, letting out a deep sigh of relief afterwards.
“Now,” Dad said angrily, once Matt was taken care of, “What happened? What the hell were you thinking, Alfred!?”
“Why do you think it’s my fault?!” I demanded. “He started it! He sent Francis into the bathroom to take a shower, knowing I was sleeping in there!”
“What were you doing sleeping in there?!”
“I was trying to- it doesn’t matter! He knew I was in there, and he sent Francis in there anyway! The things I saw!...”
“Wait, what things?”
“Matthew, is this true?” asked Francis, who had just finished his shower, and was only covered by a towel.”
“Put some clothes on!” I shouted as I dove under the covers.
“I’m sorry, Alfred; I had no idea you were in there, really I didn’t-“
“Ok, that’s enough!” Dad bellowed. The room fell silent. “Matthew, did you really do that?”
“Yes, he did!” I said before Matt could deny it.
“Yeah, but only because you pushed me into the river!”
“That was an accident!”
“BOYS!” my dad yelled over us. He gently massaged his temples as he shook his head, disgusted with us. “This trip was supposed to help us all bond as a family! We’re going to be a family soon…” His voice cracked a little, and for a minute, I thought he was going to cry. But he
shook it off and regained his composure. “You and Matthew obviously have some disagreements you need to work out, so you can stay here for the day and work them out… because you’re both grounded.”
“What?!” I asked angrily.
“You heard me. You’re not to leave this room, or you’ll receive an even bigger punishment. And you two will stay grounded until you make up, so I suggest that you work something out. Understood?”
“Yes,” Matt said meekly. I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen. “Whatever,” I muttered. Dad and Francis didn’t waste any time getting out of there; they left the room less than 5 minutes later, leaving Matt and I alone. The first thing that he did after they left was pull out a book and start reading.
“Really?” I asked him. “THIS is what you’re going to do all day when the parents are gone?” Silence. Matt slowly closed his book and looked up at me with a cold, piercing stare.
“Well, I might as well read, since there’s no way you’d be willing to be a reasonable person and talk about this…” I thought about this for a second.
“You got that right,” I said finally, as I glanced around the room, looking for something to do. “Well, I’m just going to go look through your suitcase… see what’s in there, maybe take some stuff… throw it out the window… Ok? Ok. You just enjoy your book…” I began walking towards his suitcase, looking back to see if that got a reaction out of him. Nothing. He was still reading his book! “Ok!” I said while opening his suitcase. “Let’s see what’s in here!” Still nothing. So I began to take his thing s out one by one and toss them on the floor. “A collared shirt, another collared shirt, and oh look! Another collared shirt! Honestly, do you own anything cool?” Matt looked up at me and sighed.
“You are such a child,” he muttered.
“We’re the same age!” I argued. “I think I might even be just a little bit older.”
“Well, you make it hard to remember that, considering you have the mentality of a 4 year old…”
“Yeah, well it’s better than having the mentality of a forty year old!”
“What?”
“I’m outta here,” I said, standing up to leave.
“You can’t go anywhere; we’re not allowed, remember?”
“What are you gonna do?!” I challenged. “You gonna tell on me?! You gonna go run and tell my dad what a bad child I am?! Go ahead; I don’t care…”
“Al…”
“Stay away from me…” And with that, I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door. I made my way towards the pool area, since I didn’t know where else to go. Then I heard footsteps behind me. It was Matt, trying to catch up.
“Alfred please wait up!” he called out to me.
“No! I said stay away!” I tore down the stairs and navigating my way through the hallways. I knew that this wasn’t the quickest way to get where I was going, but I wanted to lose him. Finally, he got stuck behind a maid’s cleaning cart, so I sped off, not looking back. A few minutes later, I reached the pool area and I stopped to rest. There was nobody swimming, so I was alone. But before I could even catch my breath, Matt came up behind me and grabbed me by the shoulders. He had caught me off guard, and I was unprepared, so he used this opportunity to tighten his grip. It was more firm than I had expected. He looked me straight in the eye.
“What is your problem with me?” he asked desperately. “It’s obvious to everyone that you hate me, and I wanna know why!”
“What’s my problem?!” I spat back. “Why is it always my problem?! Why is it always about me and what I’m doing what I’m doing wrong?!
You wanna know what my problem is?! It’s that you’re the perfect child in my dad’s eyes, and you’re not even his kid! And you suck up to him every chance you get, and I’m just sick of it!”
“That’s not true!”
“Yes it is!” I shouted. “Now get off me!” I pushed him away and pulled back. Unfortunately, I forgot how close I was to the edge of the pool, so I fell in, clothes and all. I came up quickly, coughing the chlorine water out of my lungs. Matt came to the edge of the pool and sat down. He had a sympathetic look in his eyes.
“I’m not trying to take your place, Al,” he said calmly. ‘And I’m not trying to make you look bad… you happen to do a pretty good job of that on your own.” I scowled at him; wasn’t this supposed to be an apology?! He ignored my dirty look and continued. “Anyway, the reason why I like spending time with your dad is because he’s nothing like Papa. Don’t get me wrong; I love my papa, but he’s just so care free. He’s fun loving and laid back, but he often doesn’t assume responsibility or take things seriously. Papa dated a lot, even when I was a kid, so I had to grow up fast. I had to learn to take care of myself. And then I met your dad, who is so caring and protective. He loves you so much, and he’ll always look out for you. He’s everything you could ever want in a father. And you just shrug it off like it’s nothing…” I gazed up at him, but he was looking down at his reflection in the pool. He was serious about this. This was the most meaningful conversation we’ve ever had since we’ve known each other. It was probably the most he’s ever said to me at time, too.
‘I’m sorry…” I muttered. “I had no idea….”
“It’s ok,” he said.
“I must seem really ungrateful to you, huh?”
“No… we’re just different. I want security, and you want freedom. And that’s ok.” I stared at him in awe.
“You’re really insightful, you know that? You could be… the next Dr. Phil or something.” Matt shook his head and smiled.
“Thanks. And, I’m sorry about the shower thing.”
“I’m sorry I punched you in the face… five times, anyway… you kinda deserved the first one though.” Matt smirked at this and held out his hand.
“Do you want some help getting out of there, or what?” he asked. I grabbed his hand, and he heaved me out of the pool. I was completely drenched; I would have to find a dryer to put this stuff in before Dad and Papa came home.
“Thanks,” I told him. “Bro hug?”
“Wait, no; Al, you’re wet! I don’t wanna-“ But it was too late. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight, making sure I got him as wet as possible.
“NOW, we’re even…”
Characters/Pairings: France/England, America, Canada
Word Count: 2,197
Rating: PG 13 (language and sex references)
Summary: Alfred finds himself in a tough situation when he finds out that he’s going on a road trip with his dad and soon to be stepdad and stepbrother. It’s a family bonding vacation right before Francis and Arthur get married. Arthur is excited. Matthew is nervous. Alfred is annoyed. But he can’t resist an adventure, and that’s exactly what this little family outing quickly turns into… Even if it’s not exactly the kind he wanted. *An AU story with humor and teenage family drama*
Part 1: Part 2: Part 3: Part 4:
Part 5:
Ok, so I’m still alive, so that’s good… nobody followed through with their threats. But just to be safe, I made a makeshift fort in the bathroom. And I’ve been reading up on what to do in case of a zombie attack, so I had a pretty awesome setup. Plus, I had more room sleeping in the bathtub than I would have had sleeping on the one person couch with Matt. With all of the cushions and blankets that I used, it was actually kind of comfortable. I was having a good sleep until somebody turned on the water. And it was cold! I jolted awake, hair soaking wet, and I opened the curtain. And there was Francis. Completely naked. “OH MY GOD!” I screamed “W-what the hell are you doing in here?!”
“I was about to take a shower!” he said, clearly startled. “What are you doing in here?!” Now, that was harder to answer…
“I- I was protecting… myself… from death threats, and… the bathtub made a… a good… fort… so… yeah...” Francis raised an eyebrow at me. I guess it made more sense in my head. I trailed off and looked away for a second. Then I came back to my senses. “Oh, god, COVER UP!” I cried, shutting my eyes. I blindly grabbed one of the covers to shield my vision, and I ran out into the living room, tripping over one of our suitcases and landing on my face. I gave serious thought to just laying there and going back to sleep. Start the whole day over again in a few hours. But I was curious to see if anybody else was up, so I peeked out from under the blanket. Matt was sitting on the couch, fully dressed, watching tv.
“Good morning,” he said nonchalantly without even glancing in my direction.
“Good morning? That’s all you have to say after all the screaming and the noise?! Do you know what just happened?!” He turned to me, and said very calmly…
“Yup. I got up early this morning to go to the bathroom, and I saw you were sleeping in there.
“Yeah, but then Francis came in! I just saw your dad! Naked! Didn’t you see him going in?!”
“I did.” I stared at him in disbelief. How could he be so calm about this?
“And?! You didn’t say anything to him?!”
“I did,” Matt said, grinning. “I told him the bathroom was empty and to go on in.” What. The. Hell?! Seriously?! He is such a jerk! And to think I felt bad about making him fall in the river! It was morning though, so the fact that he had set me up didn’t sink in for a minute or two. I lay there quietly, confused… and then pissed. Matt looked over at me and chuckled. “…So I guess we’re even now…” I’d done some pretty shitty stuff to Matt before, but most of it was accidental or all in good fun, but what he did? That was deliberate, planned… sadistic. All traits of a dangerous serial killer. My cheeks turned red, partly out of anger, partly out of embarrassment that I had fallen right into his trap. He got me good, and I hated him for it. A small part of me wanted to slink away to the corner and hide before Francis came out of the shower. But there was no way I was giving up that easily. Matt would not get away with this.
“The hell we are!” I shouted as I jumped up and charged at him full speed. I slammed into him, and we both hit the floor. Hard. As soon as we were both on the ground, I pinned him down and punched him in the face. He shut his eyes, bracing himself for my next move. He looked terrified, but I didn’t care. In my mind, Matt was the bad guy, and I was just restoring justice. My pride was bruised (not to mention, I’ve been scarred for life), so in return, his face was gonna get bruised. Fair is fair. Unfortunately, this little quarrel was loud enough to wake Dad up, and he didn’t see it my way. He came running out in his pajamas with a frantic look in his eyes.
“Alfred, what are you doing?!” he cried. He immediately pulled me off of Matthew, but not before I got a couple more punches in. Dad tossed me aside and rushed back over to Matt. “Matthew, are you all right?” he asked. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Two…” So he passed that test, but he had a bloody lower lip, and it was swelling quickly. Dad brought him some ice and a glass of water, which Matt gulped down in a heartbeat, letting out a deep sigh of relief afterwards.
“Now,” Dad said angrily, once Matt was taken care of, “What happened? What the hell were you thinking, Alfred!?”
“Why do you think it’s my fault?!” I demanded. “He started it! He sent Francis into the bathroom to take a shower, knowing I was sleeping in there!”
“What were you doing sleeping in there?!”
“I was trying to- it doesn’t matter! He knew I was in there, and he sent Francis in there anyway! The things I saw!...”
“Wait, what things?”
“Matthew, is this true?” asked Francis, who had just finished his shower, and was only covered by a towel.”
“Put some clothes on!” I shouted as I dove under the covers.
“I’m sorry, Alfred; I had no idea you were in there, really I didn’t-“
“Ok, that’s enough!” Dad bellowed. The room fell silent. “Matthew, did you really do that?”
“Yes, he did!” I said before Matt could deny it.
“Yeah, but only because you pushed me into the river!”
“That was an accident!”
“BOYS!” my dad yelled over us. He gently massaged his temples as he shook his head, disgusted with us. “This trip was supposed to help us all bond as a family! We’re going to be a family soon…” His voice cracked a little, and for a minute, I thought he was going to cry. But he
shook it off and regained his composure. “You and Matthew obviously have some disagreements you need to work out, so you can stay here for the day and work them out… because you’re both grounded.”
“What?!” I asked angrily.
“You heard me. You’re not to leave this room, or you’ll receive an even bigger punishment. And you two will stay grounded until you make up, so I suggest that you work something out. Understood?”
“Yes,” Matt said meekly. I rolled my eyes and went into the kitchen. “Whatever,” I muttered. Dad and Francis didn’t waste any time getting out of there; they left the room less than 5 minutes later, leaving Matt and I alone. The first thing that he did after they left was pull out a book and start reading.
“Really?” I asked him. “THIS is what you’re going to do all day when the parents are gone?” Silence. Matt slowly closed his book and looked up at me with a cold, piercing stare.
“Well, I might as well read, since there’s no way you’d be willing to be a reasonable person and talk about this…” I thought about this for a second.
“You got that right,” I said finally, as I glanced around the room, looking for something to do. “Well, I’m just going to go look through your suitcase… see what’s in there, maybe take some stuff… throw it out the window… Ok? Ok. You just enjoy your book…” I began walking towards his suitcase, looking back to see if that got a reaction out of him. Nothing. He was still reading his book! “Ok!” I said while opening his suitcase. “Let’s see what’s in here!” Still nothing. So I began to take his thing s out one by one and toss them on the floor. “A collared shirt, another collared shirt, and oh look! Another collared shirt! Honestly, do you own anything cool?” Matt looked up at me and sighed.
“You are such a child,” he muttered.
“We’re the same age!” I argued. “I think I might even be just a little bit older.”
“Well, you make it hard to remember that, considering you have the mentality of a 4 year old…”
“Yeah, well it’s better than having the mentality of a forty year old!”
“What?”
“I’m outta here,” I said, standing up to leave.
“You can’t go anywhere; we’re not allowed, remember?”
“What are you gonna do?!” I challenged. “You gonna tell on me?! You gonna go run and tell my dad what a bad child I am?! Go ahead; I don’t care…”
“Al…”
“Stay away from me…” And with that, I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door. I made my way towards the pool area, since I didn’t know where else to go. Then I heard footsteps behind me. It was Matt, trying to catch up.
“Alfred please wait up!” he called out to me.
“No! I said stay away!” I tore down the stairs and navigating my way through the hallways. I knew that this wasn’t the quickest way to get where I was going, but I wanted to lose him. Finally, he got stuck behind a maid’s cleaning cart, so I sped off, not looking back. A few minutes later, I reached the pool area and I stopped to rest. There was nobody swimming, so I was alone. But before I could even catch my breath, Matt came up behind me and grabbed me by the shoulders. He had caught me off guard, and I was unprepared, so he used this opportunity to tighten his grip. It was more firm than I had expected. He looked me straight in the eye.
“What is your problem with me?” he asked desperately. “It’s obvious to everyone that you hate me, and I wanna know why!”
“What’s my problem?!” I spat back. “Why is it always my problem?! Why is it always about me and what I’m doing what I’m doing wrong?!
You wanna know what my problem is?! It’s that you’re the perfect child in my dad’s eyes, and you’re not even his kid! And you suck up to him every chance you get, and I’m just sick of it!”
“That’s not true!”
“Yes it is!” I shouted. “Now get off me!” I pushed him away and pulled back. Unfortunately, I forgot how close I was to the edge of the pool, so I fell in, clothes and all. I came up quickly, coughing the chlorine water out of my lungs. Matt came to the edge of the pool and sat down. He had a sympathetic look in his eyes.
“I’m not trying to take your place, Al,” he said calmly. ‘And I’m not trying to make you look bad… you happen to do a pretty good job of that on your own.” I scowled at him; wasn’t this supposed to be an apology?! He ignored my dirty look and continued. “Anyway, the reason why I like spending time with your dad is because he’s nothing like Papa. Don’t get me wrong; I love my papa, but he’s just so care free. He’s fun loving and laid back, but he often doesn’t assume responsibility or take things seriously. Papa dated a lot, even when I was a kid, so I had to grow up fast. I had to learn to take care of myself. And then I met your dad, who is so caring and protective. He loves you so much, and he’ll always look out for you. He’s everything you could ever want in a father. And you just shrug it off like it’s nothing…” I gazed up at him, but he was looking down at his reflection in the pool. He was serious about this. This was the most meaningful conversation we’ve ever had since we’ve known each other. It was probably the most he’s ever said to me at time, too.
‘I’m sorry…” I muttered. “I had no idea….”
“It’s ok,” he said.
“I must seem really ungrateful to you, huh?”
“No… we’re just different. I want security, and you want freedom. And that’s ok.” I stared at him in awe.
“You’re really insightful, you know that? You could be… the next Dr. Phil or something.” Matt shook his head and smiled.
“Thanks. And, I’m sorry about the shower thing.”
“I’m sorry I punched you in the face… five times, anyway… you kinda deserved the first one though.” Matt smirked at this and held out his hand.
“Do you want some help getting out of there, or what?” he asked. I grabbed his hand, and he heaved me out of the pool. I was completely drenched; I would have to find a dryer to put this stuff in before Dad and Papa came home.
“Thanks,” I told him. “Bro hug?”
“Wait, no; Al, you’re wet! I don’t wanna-“ But it was too late. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight, making sure I got him as wet as possible.
“NOW, we’re even…”