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You Do, But I Don't Part 9/10
Title: You Do, But I Don’t
Characters/Pairings: France/England, America, Canada (mentioning of Prussia)
Word Count: 1,793
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: Part 7: Part 8:
Apparently, I hit the pavement so hard that I think I blacked out for a few seconds because one second I was falling, and the next second, Matt was hovering over me, a terrified look in his eyes!
“Al, OHMYGODAREYOUOK?!!!” he asked.
“I don't know... I think...” I said, wincing. I sat up, with some difficulty. There was a dull pain in the side of my head, but that pain was greatly overshadowed by the agonizing pain that was coursing through my left arm. I drew in a deep breath and clutched my arm as another sudden pain came on. Matt asked me to take off my jacket so he could have a look at it.
“Oh my god,” he said. “It’s broken… really bad!” I looked down at it myself. He was right. There were definitely a few bumps where there shouldn’t have been. “We need to call Francis!”
“No we don’t… I’m fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Just… help me up… and… we’ll walk to a hospital. I have an emergency credit card…” So he grabbed my right hand and pulled me up. I immediately felt dizzy and would have fallen back down if Matt hadn’t caught me. “Ok, I’m calling Francis now!” he said, pulling out his cell phone.
“No… we’ll get caught…”
“Well, you’re in no condition to walk, so I don’t-” he stopped talking, and when I looked up, I saw why. Francis had just pulled up, and he was getting out of his car. With Matt’s support, I managed to meet him halfway up the street.
“I can’t believe you guys did this!” he shouted angrily. “Do you have any idea the number of laws you probably broke tonight… underage driving, for starters, and who knows what else! Do you have any idea how worried I got when I found out that you guys were missing?! And then I finally found that Rob guy, figuring you were with him, only to be told that you two drove to Vegas?! Oh, you two are in so much trouble, I can’t even…” Then he got a good look at me. “What happened to you? Are you alright?” he asked, some of the anger fading from his face. I was feeling shaky and lightheaded, not to mention that I was in a lot of pain, and using Matthew as a crutch. My guess was that I probably didn’t look so good. But I tried to put on a brave face.
“We’re fine,” I lied, glaring at him. “We don’t need your help.”
“Yes, you do… come here.”
“Stay away! I don’t want your help!” I argued, even as Matt pushed me forward and Francis examined me more closely.
“What happened?”
“Nothing!”
“He fell out of the car while it was moving because he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt,” Matt said quietly.
“Matt!” I started to turn to glare at him, but Francis turned me back to face him, tilting my head to the side.
“Oh my god… That’s a deep cut… We need to get you to the emergency room, now!”
“I’m not going anywhere with you! I don’t… have to listen to you! You’re not even my-” But I passed out after that. The darkness took over, and I fell to the ground.
I woke up who knows how long later- I think a couple of hours or something- in a hospital bed, with the feeling that I had been hit by a truck. And of course, Francis was right there to greet me when I woke up.
“What happened?” I asked weakly. “Where’s Matt? “
“You passed out from too much blood loss,” he said gently. “The doctors had to put 7 stitches in your head. That was too much for Matt to
see, so he went out to the waiting room, where he fell asleep. And you broke 5 bones in your arm, so they gave you a full arm cast and put it in a sling.” I looked down at my left arm, and sure enough, it was fully casted. Great. “You also bruised your ribs, but nothing else is broken, thankfully.” I laughed weakly, which actually kinda hurt.
“Like you care,” I said, shaking my head. “…You just pretend to like me… to please my dad. You don’t really care… We both know… that you can’t stand me… And you can’t wait… til I go off to college… so you won’t have to deal with me anymore…”
“That’s not true,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I know you’re a handful and a lot to deal with; you’re father warned me about you going into this relationship. And I know you’ve always hated me, but I didn’t let it get to me because I figured you’d come around. If you would just talk to someone when you’re upset, instead of acting out and spiraling out of control, then maybe… maybe…”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a mess…” I said, finishing the sentence. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not perfect like your son.”
“No, No! That’s not what I’m saying! You’re a good kid, Alfred. A little lost, but a good kid. You remind me of myself when I was your age. And that’s why, when I saw you on that motorcycle, I just…” he trailed off.
“What?”
“His name was Gilbert… we were 17… He was my best friend, and I killed him.” My eyes widened. This was NOT what I was expecting at all. He took a deep breath and continued. “I had just turned 17 about a week ago, and for my birthday, my father bought me a brand new motorcycle. I had my motorcycle license, and I had been riding an old, used rusty one for about a year. I was so excited to have a new one… Anyway, Gilbert came over that one night, and we had plans to go downtown to a concert… I showed him my motorcycle, and he said we should go riding to the concert together. But Gilbert didn’t know how to ride… I had only given him a few lessons in the driveway. At first, I told him no, but he talked me into it… He was good at that. So we rode off to the concert… in the dark. He- he was doing ok, until we came to our first red light, and it was at a big intersection. He couldn’t find the brakes in the dark and instead accelerated. He didn’t get to see the semi truck coming towards him… the semi truck that crushed his skull into his brain, killing him instantly. He never saw it coming…” At this point, tears were streaming down his face. “He was my best friend! I knew that he wasn’t ready to ride, but I let him anyway! I wasn’t driving the truck that killed him, but I might as well have been! I killed my best friend, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life! And then today I saw you, young, inexperienced, about to go riding in the streets… I couldn’t let you do it! I already made that mistake once with someone I cared about, and I’ll be damned if I ever let it happen again! I lost my best friend… I wasn’t about to lose my son too…”
“Your… son?” He nodded, wiping his eyes. “Yes… you’re my son too now, and I love you.”
“Well where has your love been for the last two years, while I’ve been alone in this family?!” I asked him, my own voice beginning to crack.
“I kept my distance because I thought that was what you wanted… I was giving you time to adjust.”
“Well, I wasn’t adjusting! I was sitting on the sidelines watching Dad growing closer to Matt and you closer to Dad, while I grew closer to no one! You should have tried harder! I needed somebody, and you sure as hell weren’t there!” There were tears in my eyes, but I was fighting hard to keep them from spilling out. This whole situation was embarrassing enough.
“I’m sorry… You’re right. You’re just so strong and independent… you didn’t want to let me in, and I wasn’t sure where to start. I used to sit outside your door some nights, listening to you cry yourself to sleep, and it made me cry because I knew that I was the cause of all this.”Err, uh… He’s lying, by the way; this totally never happened… the crying thing… “I desperately wanted to go in and comfort you, but I was afraid that you would get mad and push me away. But I still love you just as much as I love Matthew. You’re my son too now… And I know this isn’t the best time to tell you, but… you really are my son now. Officially. I signed the adoption papers about a week ago, and I’ve been waiting for the right time.” I blushed and looked down at the floor.
“Really?”
“Yes. I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to show you that I want to make this work; that I am committed for life. I’m not going to walk away when things get difficult, not from your father, and not from you. I’m going to be here whenever you need me from now on.” A couple of tears spilled out onto my covers… I couldn’t help it.God, this is embarrassing… I hope nobody reads this. He leaned down to give me a hug, and I hugged him back with my good arm. Then when we pulled away, I smiled at him… I actually smiled at him.
“Can we go home soon?” I asked him. Francis shook his head.
“No, unfortunately. You had a fairly serious head injury, so they want to keep you here overnight, just to be safe.”
“Oh... What are we gonna tell Dad? Unless he’s here- is he here?”
“Not yet… I’m going to go get him right now. I’ll leave Matthew here, and I’ll be back in less than an hour, ok?”
“Yeah, but what are we gonna tell him-” I asked, grabbing my left arm as the pain came back.
“Are you ok? Are you in pain again?”
“No,” I lied, but the look on my face gave me away.
“I’ll get the nurse to give you some more medicine… you just try and get some rest because you look exhausted.” I nodded, and he turned to
leave. But right before he left, he turned around and said, “I’ll tell him you snuck out, and you tripped and fell down a flight of stairs…there’s no need to get your father TOO worked up when everyone is still alive…”
“Thanks, Francis,” I told him. “Thank you.”
Characters/Pairings: France/England, America, Canada (mentioning of Prussia)
Word Count: 1,793
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: Part 7: Part 8:
Apparently, I hit the pavement so hard that I think I blacked out for a few seconds because one second I was falling, and the next second, Matt was hovering over me, a terrified look in his eyes!
“Al, OHMYGODAREYOUOK?!!!” he asked.
“I don't know... I think...” I said, wincing. I sat up, with some difficulty. There was a dull pain in the side of my head, but that pain was greatly overshadowed by the agonizing pain that was coursing through my left arm. I drew in a deep breath and clutched my arm as another sudden pain came on. Matt asked me to take off my jacket so he could have a look at it.
“Oh my god,” he said. “It’s broken… really bad!” I looked down at it myself. He was right. There were definitely a few bumps where there shouldn’t have been. “We need to call Francis!”
“No we don’t… I’m fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Just… help me up… and… we’ll walk to a hospital. I have an emergency credit card…” So he grabbed my right hand and pulled me up. I immediately felt dizzy and would have fallen back down if Matt hadn’t caught me. “Ok, I’m calling Francis now!” he said, pulling out his cell phone.
“No… we’ll get caught…”
“Well, you’re in no condition to walk, so I don’t-” he stopped talking, and when I looked up, I saw why. Francis had just pulled up, and he was getting out of his car. With Matt’s support, I managed to meet him halfway up the street.
“I can’t believe you guys did this!” he shouted angrily. “Do you have any idea the number of laws you probably broke tonight… underage driving, for starters, and who knows what else! Do you have any idea how worried I got when I found out that you guys were missing?! And then I finally found that Rob guy, figuring you were with him, only to be told that you two drove to Vegas?! Oh, you two are in so much trouble, I can’t even…” Then he got a good look at me. “What happened to you? Are you alright?” he asked, some of the anger fading from his face. I was feeling shaky and lightheaded, not to mention that I was in a lot of pain, and using Matthew as a crutch. My guess was that I probably didn’t look so good. But I tried to put on a brave face.
“We’re fine,” I lied, glaring at him. “We don’t need your help.”
“Yes, you do… come here.”
“Stay away! I don’t want your help!” I argued, even as Matt pushed me forward and Francis examined me more closely.
“What happened?”
“Nothing!”
“He fell out of the car while it was moving because he wasn’t wearing his seatbelt,” Matt said quietly.
“Matt!” I started to turn to glare at him, but Francis turned me back to face him, tilting my head to the side.
“Oh my god… That’s a deep cut… We need to get you to the emergency room, now!”
“I’m not going anywhere with you! I don’t… have to listen to you! You’re not even my-” But I passed out after that. The darkness took over, and I fell to the ground.
I woke up who knows how long later- I think a couple of hours or something- in a hospital bed, with the feeling that I had been hit by a truck. And of course, Francis was right there to greet me when I woke up.
“What happened?” I asked weakly. “Where’s Matt? “
“You passed out from too much blood loss,” he said gently. “The doctors had to put 7 stitches in your head. That was too much for Matt to
see, so he went out to the waiting room, where he fell asleep. And you broke 5 bones in your arm, so they gave you a full arm cast and put it in a sling.” I looked down at my left arm, and sure enough, it was fully casted. Great. “You also bruised your ribs, but nothing else is broken, thankfully.” I laughed weakly, which actually kinda hurt.
“Like you care,” I said, shaking my head. “…You just pretend to like me… to please my dad. You don’t really care… We both know… that you can’t stand me… And you can’t wait… til I go off to college… so you won’t have to deal with me anymore…”
“That’s not true,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I know you’re a handful and a lot to deal with; you’re father warned me about you going into this relationship. And I know you’ve always hated me, but I didn’t let it get to me because I figured you’d come around. If you would just talk to someone when you’re upset, instead of acting out and spiraling out of control, then maybe… maybe…”
“Maybe I wouldn’t be such a mess…” I said, finishing the sentence. “Well, I’m sorry I’m not perfect like your son.”
“No, No! That’s not what I’m saying! You’re a good kid, Alfred. A little lost, but a good kid. You remind me of myself when I was your age. And that’s why, when I saw you on that motorcycle, I just…” he trailed off.
“What?”
“His name was Gilbert… we were 17… He was my best friend, and I killed him.” My eyes widened. This was NOT what I was expecting at all. He took a deep breath and continued. “I had just turned 17 about a week ago, and for my birthday, my father bought me a brand new motorcycle. I had my motorcycle license, and I had been riding an old, used rusty one for about a year. I was so excited to have a new one… Anyway, Gilbert came over that one night, and we had plans to go downtown to a concert… I showed him my motorcycle, and he said we should go riding to the concert together. But Gilbert didn’t know how to ride… I had only given him a few lessons in the driveway. At first, I told him no, but he talked me into it… He was good at that. So we rode off to the concert… in the dark. He- he was doing ok, until we came to our first red light, and it was at a big intersection. He couldn’t find the brakes in the dark and instead accelerated. He didn’t get to see the semi truck coming towards him… the semi truck that crushed his skull into his brain, killing him instantly. He never saw it coming…” At this point, tears were streaming down his face. “He was my best friend! I knew that he wasn’t ready to ride, but I let him anyway! I wasn’t driving the truck that killed him, but I might as well have been! I killed my best friend, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life! And then today I saw you, young, inexperienced, about to go riding in the streets… I couldn’t let you do it! I already made that mistake once with someone I cared about, and I’ll be damned if I ever let it happen again! I lost my best friend… I wasn’t about to lose my son too…”
“Your… son?” He nodded, wiping his eyes. “Yes… you’re my son too now, and I love you.”
“Well where has your love been for the last two years, while I’ve been alone in this family?!” I asked him, my own voice beginning to crack.
“I kept my distance because I thought that was what you wanted… I was giving you time to adjust.”
“Well, I wasn’t adjusting! I was sitting on the sidelines watching Dad growing closer to Matt and you closer to Dad, while I grew closer to no one! You should have tried harder! I needed somebody, and you sure as hell weren’t there!” There were tears in my eyes, but I was fighting hard to keep them from spilling out. This whole situation was embarrassing enough.
“I’m sorry… You’re right. You’re just so strong and independent… you didn’t want to let me in, and I wasn’t sure where to start. I used to sit outside your door some nights, listening to you cry yourself to sleep, and it made me cry because I knew that I was the cause of all this.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to show you that I want to make this work; that I am committed for life. I’m not going to walk away when things get difficult, not from your father, and not from you. I’m going to be here whenever you need me from now on.” A couple of tears spilled out onto my covers… I couldn’t help it.
“Can we go home soon?” I asked him. Francis shook his head.
“No, unfortunately. You had a fairly serious head injury, so they want to keep you here overnight, just to be safe.”
“Oh... What are we gonna tell Dad? Unless he’s here- is he here?”
“Not yet… I’m going to go get him right now. I’ll leave Matthew here, and I’ll be back in less than an hour, ok?”
“Yeah, but what are we gonna tell him-” I asked, grabbing my left arm as the pain came back.
“Are you ok? Are you in pain again?”
“No,” I lied, but the look on my face gave me away.
“I’ll get the nurse to give you some more medicine… you just try and get some rest because you look exhausted.” I nodded, and he turned to
leave. But right before he left, he turned around and said, “I’ll tell him you snuck out, and you tripped and fell down a flight of stairs…there’s no need to get your father TOO worked up when everyone is still alive…”
“Thanks, Francis,” I told him. “Thank you.”