Tame Me: Prucan

Nine

Peter's POV:

It was hours before Peter woke up on the couch, Matthew holding him like he would normally hold Kumajirou. He squirmed away from his brother and started toward the kitchen until he heard voices.
The light shone under the door but Peter didn't enter. He didn't want to get in trouble for being up that late.
"I don't know why Ye couldn't just settle things quietly." Alister's voice sounded stern, scolding.
"Because, Alister, he just can't settle. He's always out with friends and never home helping me with the kids."
"I'm sure 'e doesn't abandon Ye completely, little Brother. You've seen 'ow 'e looks at those three. They're 'is world."
"Yeah. The kids. But what about me?
"Do Ye even 'ear yerself?"
"I do. But Francis won't take me back anyway. Not after the things I said to him."
Peter frowned, recalling the fight clearly.
"Ya bloody frog! Yer cheatin' on me aren't ya?!" Peter remembered hearing from the living room as he sat with his brothers watching Death Parade on Alfred's laptop.
"Arzhur, stop jumping to conclusions. Why would I ever cheat on you?"
"Stop tryin' to hide it! If you're not cheatin' on me, what are ya doin' outa the house all the time?"
Peter looked over to see the twins holding hands. They did that a lot, finding comfort in each other instead of him.
"Va te la faire foutre! I was working so  Alfred and Matthieu can get into a good college. Zhey graduate next year. Two kids at once will cost a lot."
"We'll have enough money you git. I work at a fuckin' university."
"Arzhur, are you drunk?"
"Noooooo."
"Arzhur please don't lie to me."
"I told you I wasn't drunk you fucking slut."
"What did you call moi?"
"A SLUT!"
"'Ow dare you? My past 'as nozhing to do wizh zhis!"
"Oh yeah? People don't change, Francis! You're probably balls deep in Antonio's ass every night you fuckin' whore!"
"Why would you say zhat? You're overreacting."
"OVERREACTING? You're fucking ass is overreacting!"
"Zhe kids are in zhe next room."
"THE KIDS FUCKIN' KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON!"
"Zhat's it! If you can't trust me zhen get out of zhis house right now!"
"Fine! But I'm takin' Matthew with me."
"What?!"
"You heard me, you asshat!" Arthur stormed into the room right then, grabbing onto Matthew's shoulder.
"D-dad?"
"Pack your things, Matthew."
"Arzhur, don't do zhis..." Francis begged.
"Why? Is it because he's you're favourite?"
"Arzhur-"
"FUCK OFF!" It was then that Arthur did something he had never done before. He slapped Francis.
The Frenchman stumbled backward in shock, falling back onto the couch.
Alfred went to comfort him as Matthew was forcibly drug upstairs. Peter stood up and chased after them, choosing the angry parent over his sad one.
"Dad, stop." He begged Arthur who was watching Matthew pack.
"Peter, I've had enough of your father. I'm going to stay with my brother for a while. Are you coming or not?"
"I...uh...y-yeah...." Peter finally decided. He didn't know why...
"Then go get packed. I'm not waitin' all day."

"Peter? What are you doing awake?" A voice snapped the boy out of his flashback. Matthew stood in the hallway, rubbing his eye sleepily.
"I just got up." Peter explained.
"C'mon. Let's get to bed before dad scolds us."
"Yeah."
"Do you want to ride on my back?"
Peter smiled. "Yeah."
"Then climb on, b'y." Matthew knelt down and let Peter climb onto his back. The Brit smiled as he rode his older sibling up their stairs and into their room. He was dropped onto the bed giggling.
"Shhh. They'll hear you." Matthew hushed even though he was giggling too. Kuma looked up from the pillow he was sleeping on, blinking at the disruption.
Matthew crawled into the bed and started to tickle his sibling. Peter tried to hold back his snorts. But his attempted failed and he let out a loud squeal. Their father was in the room in seconds.
"Boys! You should be in-" he stopped, eyes landing on the two males fresh out of their rough housing.
"Dad...is everything okay?"
"I...I just...I'm glad to see you two getting along." Arthur walked to the bed and sat next to his sons. He put each one of them under his arms and kissed the top of Peter's head. "I love you boys. And I'm sorry I put you through this...but you're good kids...okay."
Both boys knew their father wasn't the most affectionate parent, but they also knew that didn't mean he was necessarily a bad father.
Arthur was their protection, the one that set rules to keep them from hurting themselves. He was a good parent and both sons knew this.
"We love you too dad." Matthew whispered softly.
The three curled up together in the boy's bed, huddling close for warmth. Peter smiled as Arthur kissed his head again, eyes damp with hidden tears.
"It'll be all okay, boys." Arthur told them. "I promise."

So I finished another novel...that's 4 unpublished works into the editor. :) I'll be famous one day. *looks off into space* I just have to believe. Also...you know that this shit needs?
More Gil. Seriously guys. Get over ur family probs and let the boys fuck amiright?