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You Do, But I Don't Part 7/?
Title: You Do, But I Don’t
Characters/Pairings: France/England, America, Canada
Word Count: 2,201
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: Part 6:
Bear with me, ok? It’s three in the morning, I’m writing with the aid of my cell phone light that goes off every 15 seconds, and I’m on some extremely powerful pain medication. But a lot of crazy shit has gone down in the last day or so, so I’m gonna try and stay awake long enough to tell the story. It all started this morning… or I guess its yesterday morning now…. Whatever. Anyway, I woke up at the crack of 11, after having the best sleep I’ve had this whole vacation. I got up, threw on some clothes, and went downstairs to where they were serving a breakfast buffet. I eagerly piled pancakes, sausage, bacon, muffins, waffles… pretty much everything onto my plate and then poured myself some juice. There was a small dining area, but I was going to take my food back up to the room. That is, until I saw some kids my age. This was a surprise because so far on this trip, all I’ve seen is old people and little kids. No teenagers. But there in front of me was a group of five or ten guys between 15 and 18, all joking around, having a good time. I figured I could use a little break from my family, so I took a seat next to one of the older kids. He looked over at me and smiled.
“Hey, kid,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“The name’s Al,” I said coolly.
“Al you said? Cool. My name’s Rob, and this is Vinny, James, Jack, Mike, Paul, and Sam” he said, rapidly pointing at each boy as he said their names. Some of them said hey, others nodded in acknowledgement.
“So are you guys all here together?” I asked. Rob shook his head.
“Nah, everbody’s here with their family, but some of us come here every year, so we know each other. You here with your family?”
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“I know the feeling,” he said, as he patted me on the back. That’s why we all stick together, hang out, get away from the parents…”
“That sounds pretty good right now…”
“Yeah, well you should come riding with us; we’re going out on the long trail today, and then tonight, we’re having a huge bonfire party by the lake. All the teenagers are going to be there, which means there’s gonna be girls!” He raised his eyebrows and gave me a little nudge.
“That sounds awesome, but riding? Do you mean motorcycles?”
“Yeah, and I’ve got some extra, so don’t worry if you don’t have one.”
“I … don’t know how to ride one.” But Rob dismissed that with the wave of his hand, as if I had just said the most trivial thing in the world.
“I can teach you real quick in the parking lot. It’s real simple.”
“Yeah,” said Vinny. “He taught me and Mike how to ride last summer, and now we’re pretty good at it.”
“So whadya say, Al? You in?” I grinned.
“Yeah, definitely! But uh… is it alright if I bring my stepbrother too? He doesn’t get out much, and this would be good for him.”
“Sure, sure; everybody cool is welcome.”Well, that might be a problem for Matt then… “We’re all gonna meet back in the west parking lot at 2, got it?”
“2:00; sounds good.” I then finished up my breakfast and ran back up to the room, where Matt was sitting at the table in the kitchen, reading a book. He looked up when he heard me come in.
“Hey Al,” he greeted.
“Hey, Matt; I thought I might find you here. Drop that book; we’ve got plans for today! Awesome plans!”
“Ok,” he said, confused. “What are we doing?”
“Uhh, it’s a surprise, but we’re meeting some guys in the west parking lot at 2, so be ready by then.” Matt folded his arms and shook his head.
“No way, Al… I am not coming with you unless you tell me what we’re doing. I’ve come to learn that whenever you say something is a surprise, it usually means something bad is about to happen.”
“That’s not true!” I protested. “Name one time!”
“Let’s see… the chemical accident in chemistry, the blind date with a drug addict, and let’s not forget your latest one; the trip to that strip club across town!”
“Hey, I’m sorry! I didn’t know that was a strip club- how many times do I have to tell you that?!” But I could see that Matt wasn’t budging on this issue, so I finally caved and told him.
“We’re gonna hang out with some kids, learn how to ride motorcycles, and go to a huge party with cute girls…” I put the motorcycle thing in the middle, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He noticed.
“WHAT? Al, that’s crazy! You’re going to trust a teenage kid to teach you how to ride a motorcycle?!”
“Yeah, sure, why not?”
“So, you just met him; you don’t know how good he is! Does he even have an extra helmet for you to wear?” I shrugged.
“I don’t know… I guess we’re gonna have to find out..”
“No, Al… YOU’RE gonna have to find out; I am not taking part in this…”
“But Matt-“
“NO, Al. I’m not going to tell on you, but there’s no way that Arthur or Papa would approve, plus, it’s really unsafe, so I’m not going.”
“Fine… Geeze, you’re so un-fun, Matt.” I grabbed my swim trunks and a towel and then left the room. I felt like going swimming, and apparently, Francis had the same idea because I ran into him at the pool as he was leaving. “Hey, Francis,” I said. “Where’s Dad?”
“Oh, he’s over there, reading” he said, pointing to one of the more distant beach chairs. “He said he wanted to get a little sun; get some color. So, what are you boys planning to do for the day? Well, I don’t know what Matt is doing, but I’m going to go… ride bikes with some guys I met earlier.”
‘Oh, that sounds like fun,” he said, smiling. “Be sure to wear a helmet, and if you don’t, be sure to say you did, ok?” He winked at me and then walked away. I let out a huge sigh of relief. He wasn’t suspicious of what I was doing. Good.
I reached the west parking lot a few minutes after two, where Rob and the other guys were waiting for me. Rob waved, then motioned me
over towards the empty motorcycle he was standing next to. So I came over. “You ready to do this, kid?” he asked, placing a helmet on my head.
“Yup, I said confidently. Hey, at least I had a helmet. I proudly mounted onto the motorcycle, my hands loosely gripping the handles. I even brought my sunglasses, so I could fully play the part of the cool biker dude. Rob was really nice; he patiently explained all the important parts on the motorcycle and what each part did. Then he showed me how to start up, change speed, and most importantly, break. After about 20 minutes, I felt comfortable enough to go riding. The feeling of going so fast and feeling so powerful was amazing; I couldn’t wait to get out on the road! But just to be safe, Rob made me do a couple of laps around the parking lot. After I successfully did that, he nodded; clearly impressed.
“Not bad, kid; not bad… I think we’re ready to go.”
“Awesome!” And we were just about to leave too; I had started up the engine again and everything… and then I heard someone calling my name.
“Alfred, what do you think you’re doing?!” I froze. ‘Shit,’ I thought to myself. Someone had busted me… the question was, who? Slowly I turned my head to find Francis standing behind me. But at least it was Francis and not Dad, so I tried to play it cool. Maybe he would be ok with it. I was, after all, wearing a helmet.
“Hey, Francis… what’s up with you?”
“Why don’t you tell me first?” he asked in a stern tone of voice. Uh oh… he did NOT look happy!
“I, uh… I told you earlier… me and these guys are going for a ride…”
“YOU TOLD ME BIKES!” he shouted. “You never said anything about motorcycles!” I stared at Francis, shocked by his outburst. He paused, shut his eyes for a minute, and took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s go back to the room.”
“No way!” I argued.
“Alfred… NOW.” He wasn’t shouting, but the way he said it, so firmly, so coldly… it reminded me of Dad. I thought about just taking off on my motorcycle, ride off and never come back. But in the end, I decided that was a bad idea. I would have to come back at some point… I had no money, no food… no cell phone… I wouldn’t last more than a day. So, I begrudgingly got off the motorcycle and followed Francis back to the room. I looked down at the ground, making sure I never made eye contact with the jerk. When we finally got back to the suite, I was ready to go to my room and lock the door, but Francis had other plans. He grabbed me by the shoulders and asked me, “What the hell were you thinking?! How could you do something so stupid?! You’re not even old enough to legally ride a motorcycle! How could you possibly think that this was ok?!” All of these questions, and he never let me get a word in edgewise. That was really pissing me off...
“I was trying to have fun!” I yelled back. “I thought you understood that!”
“I UNDERSTAND that there’s a fine line between fun and reckless, and you have definitely crossed that line!”
“I had a helmet!” I argued. “And a guy who’s been riding for years was teaching me!”
“It doesn’t matter how experienced he is… if you fell or got hit by a car, he wouldn’t be able to save you…”
“Francis-“ I said, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re worrying too much… You’re taking this all way too seriously.”
“Well, you’re not taking this seriously enough!” he shot back. “I can’t trust you to be by yourself, can I? You’re grounded for the rest of the day… you’re not to leave this room, do you understand?”
“WHAT?!” This was unbelievable! “No! I’m not putting up with that!”
“This is not a choice I’m giving you, Alfred…” He folded his arms for good measure to show he meant business.
“Who do you think you are, ordering me around, anyway?! You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Alfred, that’s enough.”
“No, it’s not enough! You waltz right into this family, sleep with my dad, and then suddenly, you get to boss me around like I’m your son?! NO- It doesn’t work like that, Francis! You’re not my dad, and you NEVER WILL BE!” Francis looked as though I had slapped him in the face. Maybe what I said was a bit harsh, but I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted to say more.
“ALFRED, STOP!” came another angry voice. It was Dad’s. I don’t know when, but at some point he and Matthew had snuck into the room… we had an audience without even knowing it… “You are definitely grounded, whether Francis says so or not, because I support him on this decision!” I looked from the hurt Francis to the fuming Dad. I was outnumbered… I had lost.
“I HATE THIS FAMILY!” I screamed. I immediately ran to my room, slammed the door shut, and then locked it. Then I lay on my bed for a very long time…
A few hours later, there was a knock on my door. “Alfred,” said Francis gently. “…We’re going out to dinner…We’ll temporarily lift the grounding if you want to come with us…”
“I’m not hungry,” I lied. Actually, I was starving… but there was no way I was going to sit at the same table as Francis and Dad. I think he gave up after that, but I heard them talking outside my door.
“He’s so angry,” Francis moaned. “And it’s all my fault. Maybe we shouldn’t go… We can’t leave him… not like this…”
“I’ll stay with him, Papa,” Matthew offered. “You and Dad deserve to have a nice dinner by yourselves before your wedding. Besides, It's not like he'll come out until you're gone anyway...”
“Why thank you, Matthew,” said Dad. “That’s very thoughtful… He’ll be fine, Francis. He always acts this way when he doesn’t get what he wants. He’ll pout and mope and cry about it… but its all an act. He’s been doing it since he was three, so I would know. He’ll be fine by tomorrow; just give him some space.” After that, they were talking too quietly for me to hear, but I guess Dad must have convinced Francis to go out because 15 minutes later, I heard the door slam shut, and then it got really quiet. Slowly, a wide grin spread across my face. Matt and I were alone. Perfect.
Characters/Pairings: France/England, America, Canada
Word Count: 2,201
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: Part 6:
Bear with me, ok? It’s three in the morning, I’m writing with the aid of my cell phone light that goes off every 15 seconds, and I’m on some extremely powerful pain medication. But a lot of crazy shit has gone down in the last day or so, so I’m gonna try and stay awake long enough to tell the story. It all started this morning… or I guess its yesterday morning now…. Whatever. Anyway, I woke up at the crack of 11, after having the best sleep I’ve had this whole vacation. I got up, threw on some clothes, and went downstairs to where they were serving a breakfast buffet. I eagerly piled pancakes, sausage, bacon, muffins, waffles… pretty much everything onto my plate and then poured myself some juice. There was a small dining area, but I was going to take my food back up to the room. That is, until I saw some kids my age. This was a surprise because so far on this trip, all I’ve seen is old people and little kids. No teenagers. But there in front of me was a group of five or ten guys between 15 and 18, all joking around, having a good time. I figured I could use a little break from my family, so I took a seat next to one of the older kids. He looked over at me and smiled.
“Hey, kid,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“The name’s Al,” I said coolly.
“Al you said? Cool. My name’s Rob, and this is Vinny, James, Jack, Mike, Paul, and Sam” he said, rapidly pointing at each boy as he said their names. Some of them said hey, others nodded in acknowledgement.
“So are you guys all here together?” I asked. Rob shook his head.
“Nah, everbody’s here with their family, but some of us come here every year, so we know each other. You here with your family?”
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“I know the feeling,” he said, as he patted me on the back. That’s why we all stick together, hang out, get away from the parents…”
“That sounds pretty good right now…”
“Yeah, well you should come riding with us; we’re going out on the long trail today, and then tonight, we’re having a huge bonfire party by the lake. All the teenagers are going to be there, which means there’s gonna be girls!” He raised his eyebrows and gave me a little nudge.
“That sounds awesome, but riding? Do you mean motorcycles?”
“Yeah, and I’ve got some extra, so don’t worry if you don’t have one.”
“I … don’t know how to ride one.” But Rob dismissed that with the wave of his hand, as if I had just said the most trivial thing in the world.
“I can teach you real quick in the parking lot. It’s real simple.”
“Yeah,” said Vinny. “He taught me and Mike how to ride last summer, and now we’re pretty good at it.”
“So whadya say, Al? You in?” I grinned.
“Yeah, definitely! But uh… is it alright if I bring my stepbrother too? He doesn’t get out much, and this would be good for him.”
“Sure, sure; everybody cool is welcome.”
“2:00; sounds good.” I then finished up my breakfast and ran back up to the room, where Matt was sitting at the table in the kitchen, reading a book. He looked up when he heard me come in.
“Hey Al,” he greeted.
“Hey, Matt; I thought I might find you here. Drop that book; we’ve got plans for today! Awesome plans!”
“Ok,” he said, confused. “What are we doing?”
“Uhh, it’s a surprise, but we’re meeting some guys in the west parking lot at 2, so be ready by then.” Matt folded his arms and shook his head.
“No way, Al… I am not coming with you unless you tell me what we’re doing. I’ve come to learn that whenever you say something is a surprise, it usually means something bad is about to happen.”
“That’s not true!” I protested. “Name one time!”
“Let’s see… the chemical accident in chemistry, the blind date with a drug addict, and let’s not forget your latest one; the trip to that strip club across town!”
“Hey, I’m sorry! I didn’t know that was a strip club- how many times do I have to tell you that?!” But I could see that Matt wasn’t budging on this issue, so I finally caved and told him.
“We’re gonna hang out with some kids, learn how to ride motorcycles, and go to a huge party with cute girls…” I put the motorcycle thing in the middle, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He noticed.
“WHAT? Al, that’s crazy! You’re going to trust a teenage kid to teach you how to ride a motorcycle?!”
“Yeah, sure, why not?”
“So, you just met him; you don’t know how good he is! Does he even have an extra helmet for you to wear?” I shrugged.
“I don’t know… I guess we’re gonna have to find out..”
“No, Al… YOU’RE gonna have to find out; I am not taking part in this…”
“But Matt-“
“NO, Al. I’m not going to tell on you, but there’s no way that Arthur or Papa would approve, plus, it’s really unsafe, so I’m not going.”
“Fine… Geeze, you’re so un-fun, Matt.” I grabbed my swim trunks and a towel and then left the room. I felt like going swimming, and apparently, Francis had the same idea because I ran into him at the pool as he was leaving. “Hey, Francis,” I said. “Where’s Dad?”
“Oh, he’s over there, reading” he said, pointing to one of the more distant beach chairs. “He said he wanted to get a little sun; get some color. So, what are you boys planning to do for the day? Well, I don’t know what Matt is doing, but I’m going to go… ride bikes with some guys I met earlier.”
‘Oh, that sounds like fun,” he said, smiling. “Be sure to wear a helmet, and if you don’t, be sure to say you did, ok?” He winked at me and then walked away. I let out a huge sigh of relief. He wasn’t suspicious of what I was doing. Good.
I reached the west parking lot a few minutes after two, where Rob and the other guys were waiting for me. Rob waved, then motioned me
over towards the empty motorcycle he was standing next to. So I came over. “You ready to do this, kid?” he asked, placing a helmet on my head.
“Yup, I said confidently. Hey, at least I had a helmet. I proudly mounted onto the motorcycle, my hands loosely gripping the handles. I even brought my sunglasses, so I could fully play the part of the cool biker dude. Rob was really nice; he patiently explained all the important parts on the motorcycle and what each part did. Then he showed me how to start up, change speed, and most importantly, break. After about 20 minutes, I felt comfortable enough to go riding. The feeling of going so fast and feeling so powerful was amazing; I couldn’t wait to get out on the road! But just to be safe, Rob made me do a couple of laps around the parking lot. After I successfully did that, he nodded; clearly impressed.
“Not bad, kid; not bad… I think we’re ready to go.”
“Awesome!” And we were just about to leave too; I had started up the engine again and everything… and then I heard someone calling my name.
“Alfred, what do you think you’re doing?!” I froze. ‘Shit,’ I thought to myself. Someone had busted me… the question was, who? Slowly I turned my head to find Francis standing behind me. But at least it was Francis and not Dad, so I tried to play it cool. Maybe he would be ok with it. I was, after all, wearing a helmet.
“Hey, Francis… what’s up with you?”
“Why don’t you tell me first?” he asked in a stern tone of voice. Uh oh… he did NOT look happy!
“I, uh… I told you earlier… me and these guys are going for a ride…”
“YOU TOLD ME BIKES!” he shouted. “You never said anything about motorcycles!” I stared at Francis, shocked by his outburst. He paused, shut his eyes for a minute, and took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s go back to the room.”
“No way!” I argued.
“Alfred… NOW.” He wasn’t shouting, but the way he said it, so firmly, so coldly… it reminded me of Dad. I thought about just taking off on my motorcycle, ride off and never come back. But in the end, I decided that was a bad idea. I would have to come back at some point… I had no money, no food… no cell phone… I wouldn’t last more than a day. So, I begrudgingly got off the motorcycle and followed Francis back to the room. I looked down at the ground, making sure I never made eye contact with the jerk. When we finally got back to the suite, I was ready to go to my room and lock the door, but Francis had other plans. He grabbed me by the shoulders and asked me, “What the hell were you thinking?! How could you do something so stupid?! You’re not even old enough to legally ride a motorcycle! How could you possibly think that this was ok?!” All of these questions, and he never let me get a word in edgewise. That was really pissing me off...
“I was trying to have fun!” I yelled back. “I thought you understood that!”
“I UNDERSTAND that there’s a fine line between fun and reckless, and you have definitely crossed that line!”
“I had a helmet!” I argued. “And a guy who’s been riding for years was teaching me!”
“It doesn’t matter how experienced he is… if you fell or got hit by a car, he wouldn’t be able to save you…”
“Francis-“ I said, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re worrying too much… You’re taking this all way too seriously.”
“Well, you’re not taking this seriously enough!” he shot back. “I can’t trust you to be by yourself, can I? You’re grounded for the rest of the day… you’re not to leave this room, do you understand?”
“WHAT?!” This was unbelievable! “No! I’m not putting up with that!”
“This is not a choice I’m giving you, Alfred…” He folded his arms for good measure to show he meant business.
“Who do you think you are, ordering me around, anyway?! You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Alfred, that’s enough.”
“No, it’s not enough! You waltz right into this family, sleep with my dad, and then suddenly, you get to boss me around like I’m your son?! NO- It doesn’t work like that, Francis! You’re not my dad, and you NEVER WILL BE!” Francis looked as though I had slapped him in the face. Maybe what I said was a bit harsh, but I didn’t care. In fact, I wanted to say more.
“ALFRED, STOP!” came another angry voice. It was Dad’s. I don’t know when, but at some point he and Matthew had snuck into the room… we had an audience without even knowing it… “You are definitely grounded, whether Francis says so or not, because I support him on this decision!” I looked from the hurt Francis to the fuming Dad. I was outnumbered… I had lost.
“I HATE THIS FAMILY!” I screamed. I immediately ran to my room, slammed the door shut, and then locked it. Then I lay on my bed for a very long time…
A few hours later, there was a knock on my door. “Alfred,” said Francis gently. “…We’re going out to dinner…We’ll temporarily lift the grounding if you want to come with us…”
“I’m not hungry,” I lied. Actually, I was starving… but there was no way I was going to sit at the same table as Francis and Dad. I think he gave up after that, but I heard them talking outside my door.
“He’s so angry,” Francis moaned. “And it’s all my fault. Maybe we shouldn’t go… We can’t leave him… not like this…”
“I’ll stay with him, Papa,” Matthew offered. “You and Dad deserve to have a nice dinner by yourselves before your wedding. Besides, It's not like he'll come out until you're gone anyway...”
“Why thank you, Matthew,” said Dad. “That’s very thoughtful… He’ll be fine, Francis. He always acts this way when he doesn’t get what he wants. He’ll pout and mope and cry about it… but its all an act. He’s been doing it since he was three, so I would know. He’ll be fine by tomorrow; just give him some space.” After that, they were talking too quietly for me to hear, but I guess Dad must have convinced Francis to go out because 15 minutes later, I heard the door slam shut, and then it got really quiet. Slowly, a wide grin spread across my face. Matt and I were alone. Perfect.