The "L" Word ~ {FrUK}

║Mornings with the FACE Family║

Typical mornings in the FACE household :D

((Just imagine they're all living together and France and Iggy got married))

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The early morning sun filtered past the thin curtains into a bedroom two brothers were sharing. It's rays settled upon a face, prickling his eyes with it's heat.

Feeling the sun, the nineteen year-old shot up out of his squeaky bed. "Nngh.." Alfred groaned as he rubbed his right eye in sleepiness. "Screw you, sun. Waking me up like that." He felt around his night stand, feeling around for his glasses. Once he felt them, he grabbed them and placed them on the bridge of his nose. Alfred's blue eyes scanned around the room before landing on his sleeping brother. His eyes widened in terror as he grabbed a magazine from underneath his bed, rushing towards Matthew.

"OMG MATTIE, THERE'S AN UGLY LOOKING THING ON YOUR NOSE!" he yelled, whacking his poor brother on the face repeatedly. "DIE! DIE! DIE!"

In an instant, Matthew awoke from the throbbing pain on his face. "What the heck, Alfie!" he whispered loudly as he attempted to protect his face from further pain. The American teen backed away and peered under his magazine, bursting into laughter all the while. "W-What's so funny?"

"HAAAHAHH, oh man. I killed the butterfly that was on your nose. HAHAHAHAHA. Dude, look!" Alfred snickered, holding out the paper that was now stained with butterfly remains.

The Canadian frowned as he wiped his nose. "A-And that's why you're laughing? S-Sicko.." he muttered while walking towards the door. "I-I'm getting breakfast."

Before reaching the start of the stairs, Alfred shoved his brother aside and ran down the stairs.

"RACE YA!"

Mattie sighed as Kuma waddled up to him. "You shouldn't let him push you around," the polar bear sympathized.

"I-I know."

"Who are you?"

"C-Canada..."

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Arthur sat quietly at the wooden table, reading this morning's edition of the newspaper, sipping his tea. "Hey, frog. Look at this," he stated as his head faced Francis.

The blonde stepped aside from his frying crepes, peering over his British husband's shoulder. "Ah.. what is going on in the world nowadays," Francis sighed. "I mean look at Amer--"

"MORNING, BITCHES. THE HERO'S AWAKE AND WANTS BREAKFAST!" Alfie shouted as he knocked over an unsuspecting chair that was in his way. Instantaneously, the rickety chair shattered into pieces across the floor. The obnoxious American looked at the broken chair, then, back at his parents's horrified/infuriated faces, a smirk planted firmly on his. The staring went on for a while before the smell of burnt pastries arose attention.

"Mon dieu! Mes crêpes!" Francis shrieked in horror as he attempted to 'resurrect' the breakfast.

Mattie walked down the stairs only to see his Papa run around the kitchen frantically and his Dad scolding his younger brother for breaking the 'very expensive chairs'. We both know you paid a penny for each of them, Dad..

The Canadian made his way over to his spot at the table, sighing while staring at his plate.

Francis set the last crepe onto its plate and turned around, giving it to his son. "Morning, Mattie~," he smiled as he ruffled Mattie's beige-blonde locks.

Alfie glared at his brother before stopping Arthur from saying another word. "HEY!" he scowled, pointing at Mattie and Francis. "WHY DON'T YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT? HUH, ARTHUR?!"

The angered Brit slammed his newspaper onto the table, startling poor Mattie. "AH.. UHH.. DAMMIT! FRANCIS! SAY SOMETHING!"

The blonde stared at his son with a mischievious look in his cerulean eyes. "Well, I guess I'll just have to show these tapes to everyone now, non~?" he smirked as he brought out two CDs that snapped Alfie's attention to his Papa.

"Wha-- W-Where did you get t-that?" the teen demanded, slowly walking towards Francis.

Francis smirked and held the CDs behind his back. "Ah, ah~! Sit down and eat breakfast. THEN and only then will I give you back your tapes," the Frenchman reasoned, settling Alfie's plate in front of him.

His sky blue eyes went from Francis to the crepes, the food he despised the most. Quickly, he scarfed them down and snatched the CDs from his Papa's hands. "Thank you, old man!" Alfie retorted, the food still in his mouth, as he retreated back to his room to 'do some things with his CDs'.

Arthur sighed, running his fingers through his dirty-blonde hair. "Anyway, morning, Mattie. How's my FAVOURITE SON?" the Brit screamed, making sure Alfie heard.

"I HEARD THAT, ASSHOLE!" he yelled back.

Mattie cleared his throat, and began. "U-Uh.. well, the morning could have been b-better if Alfie didn't whack my n-nose when I was sleeping."

Arthur was about to snap at Alfie until a crash was heard by the front door. "Wha--"

Gilbert stumbled into the entry way of their house, slamming the door shut and standing right in front of the door. "Phew.. I made it home."

"One, you don't have a house," Francis began, making his way towards his best friend with a grin. "Two, you live with your brother. And three, this is MY house." The Ger--, er, Prussian laughed and pulled Francis into one of those awkward man hugs.

Mattie blushed at the sight of his secret boyfriend hugging his Papa. Then, maybe the shock won't be as bad when we tell him and Dad..?

The teen got up and headed towards the kitchen sink to wash his plate. As he went, Gilbert smirked and sneaked up behind Mattie.

He glomped the shy country from behind and snickered. "Hey, frau~"

As if on cue, Ludwig crashed into the FACE residence with a serious face. "Eh.. sorry for zhe intrusion."

He marched over to his older brother and grabbed his collar tightly. "Ve're going home. Now," he ordered Gilbert.

The Prussian began to protest and whine, kicking everything in his path. "Nein! I vant to be vith mein BIRDIE~!" he cried out as the two German brothers left the house.

Francis and Arthur were shocked, their mouths forming into a perfect 'o'. Both turned their attention to their oldest son.

"W-What did he just call you, Mattie?" Arthur asked, knowing 'Birdie' was especially reserved for the Prussian's partner.

Mattie gulped. "O-Oh maple.."

He had a LOT of explaining to do...

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OMG, I WAS LISTENING TO 5SOS ON REPEAT WHEN WRITING THE PRUCAN PART OF THE STORY AND GUESS WHAT!?

GOOD GIRLS CAME ON AND I WAS LIKE THIS IS CANADA AND PRUSSIA BECAUSE LOOK:

SHE'S A GOOD GIRL, SHE'S DADDY'S FAVORITE - CANADA IS FRANCE'S FAVORITE KID AND IS A 'GOOD BOY' IN A SENSE

SHE CAN SPEAK FRENCH (I THINK SHE'S FLUENT) - CANADA SPEAKS FRENCH WHEN TALKING TO FRANCE

SHE'S A GOOD GIRL, HASN'T BEEN CAUGHT - NO ONE WOULD SUSPECT THE LITTLE CANADIAN TO BE DATING THE INFAMOUS, LOVABLE PRUSSIA SO THEY HAVEN'T CAUGHT HIM... YET

IPGAFJIEWFJNQWILQFNIWOGNIOFNWLGNIOGNF OMG I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS RANT. *bows a billion times like Sakurai Ryou* GOMEN~ GOMEN~ GOMEN~ GOMEN~ GOMEN~ GO--//shot

Anyway, *nervous laugh* request or give me some ideas, please.

Thanks xx,

~Mel