Alfred looked to Arthur, then back to Francis. "So Artie, hows it been?"
" Oh- Nothing much...Tea? " he asks , hurying to the kitchen.
Alfred stood and followed him.
Francis smiled at Ivan. "So, how've you been Ivan?"
Ivan takes his gaze away for a moment, staring down the hall towards the kitchen. " I'm fine "
Francis smiled. "Oui? That's good"
" Yeah..." Ivan kept his gaze on the door. Hearing Arthur beginning to boil the kettle. Arthur was leaning on the counter, biting away at his nails as he waited. Avoiding eye contact with the American.
Alfred stood right in front of him, glaring down at him. "Tell me."
" Tell you what? " Arthur jumps a bit, shaking a bit more.
"Francis did this?" He questioned, holding up Arthur's arm, showing him the bruises.
Arthur used his other arm to cover his neck, his eyes looking at the floor.
Alfred lifted his chin, his eyes where on the verge of tears. "Tell me...." He whimpered slightly.
Arthur himself was tearing up...his hand slowly moving to reveal the bruises on his neck also.....
Alfred shook his head and grabbed Arthur's wrist. He headed into the dining room, and glaring at Francis. "Dude,are you serious?" He asked.
Ivan blinks a little as he tilts his head in confusion. Arthur winced slightly at the wrist, still shaken up.
Francis stood and looked to him. "I already apologised about those marks. Some of them are from sex, others incidents." He stated blankly.
Alfred shook his head, he was disgusted. He hugged Arthur tightly "kick him out, I wont have him hurt you." He sighed.
Ivans face now turned into a face of concern...unsure on what to do.
Arthur continued to shake...appearing terrified.
Francis walked over to them, he looked at Arthur. "Please tell them what happened." He looked at him, with warm eyes.
Alfred stepped back and waited, he stood close to Ivan.
Arthur tried to speak but began jittering. Ivan was wanting to do something but again wasn't unsure since he didnt really have a day in this...
Francis sighed and hugged Arthur close. "Arthur, tell them the truth, please. I don't like seeing you upset like this." He whispered in his ear. He really was innocent, for the most part.
Arthur then began to cry, shaking his head as he tried to walk towards the American.
Francis let him go. "Arthur..."
Alfred picked Arthur up bridal style. "No. We're taking you back to Ivan's. " he looked to Ivan, his eyes teary.
Ivan nodded, beginning to head out the door immediately. Arthur couldn't stop crying and shaking, holding onto him as much as he could.
Alfred sat Arthur in the back seat. "Artie tell me the truth, tell me whats up"
Francis sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
Arthur remained quiet, still continuing to cry as Ivan began to drive to his house.
Alfred continued to look through the rear view mirror, glancing at Arthur
Arthur was in a daze... Emotionless
Alfred held Ivan with his free hand as they drove, leaning his head on him.
Ivan eventually gets to his house, parking as quickly as possible as he gets out...Arthur being still in shock.
Alfred bit got out of the car, and helped Arthur out as well.
Arthur gets out , again beginning to shake as they go inside of the house.
Alfred was devastated with the way his father was. He was annoying yeah but he never wanted to see him like this. Ever. "Please tell me what happened Arthur.." He begged a bit, as they headed inside.
Ivan helps Arthur sit down onto the couch, urging Alfred as well to sit as he goes into the kitchen to make some tea. Arthur just turns and hugs Alfred.
Alfred hugged him back closing his eyed. "...."
" H-.....H....He wouldn't stop..." Arthur cried
"Go on..." Alfred confronted.
" H-...." More tears kept flooding " Raped me..."
Al gulped and sighed. "Arthur im sorry.... Why didn't you tell me? Why'd you let him in?" He had so many questions....
Arthur continued to cry..." He threatened to kill you...and Ivan and then started smashing things around the house....and I just hid in my room...and he ....he forced me..I screamed no but he kept hitting me...."
