For His Happiness

Chapter 7: Their First Time (Part 2)

May XX, XXXX, a.k.a Anime Convention Day

Alfred placed a small smudge on the bottom of his lip, mimicking a slight goatee. He adjusted his wig before putting on his hat and stood as he stared at himself in front of the mirror. Smiling to himself, Alfred was certain enough that he was ready, complete with everything from his boots to his red cape. Seconds later, Matthew knocked on his door before entering.

"Al, Father was asking when we are leaving," Matthew said. "He said we will go together since he and Papa are going to the grocery, and he'll just drop us off at Kiku's place."

"Yeah, tell 'em we'll leaving soon, let's say, two minutes," Alfred replied, fiddling with his belt while trying to make a southern accent.

Later, the twins joined together downstairs where they meet their adoptive father (the French one) with a camera in his hand. Francis turned as he saw Alfred in his gear and started squealing like a schoolgirl.

"Mon Fils! Tu as l'air fantastique! This is so amazing!" Francis said as if he was seeing his "daughter" in a prom dress.

"Gee, Pops," Alfred initiated while rubbing the back of his neck, "You're even more excited than I am."

"But I can't help it! I wish I could go with you but you know Arthur won't let me!" The Frenchman then turned to Matthew and observed his attire. "Mon Cher, Vous ñ'avez pas de costumes?"

Matthew tucked his hands in his pockets and answered, "I would like to cosplay but I don't know what. Also, you don't have to go in a costume to have fun, and I comfortable with what I'm wearing."

Francis gave him an unsatisfied stare and clicked his tongue. "Stay there, child. I have to get you something."

A few moments later, Francis went back with a fluffy polar bear hat as he placed it on Matthew's head. The latter protested, saying that it was embarrassing, whilst the former assured him that he will be fine, justifying that he had been into conventions and that everyone didn't mind what they were wearing.

Francis stepped back and behold, "WOOOWW!!! You, two look so amazing! Let me take a picture!" he proceeded to turn on his camera.

Alfred took part in this activity and decided to be in character as he posed himself. His brother, on the other hand, Matthew tried not to look at the camera (even though he was looking) while cupping his hands behind and felt the cap singing further on his head.

After taking a picture, the Frenchman suddenly felt a sting on his head when someone hit him (on purpose). It was no mystery, of course, of who could have done such a thing to him.

"That's enough with your preposterous tomfoolery, Frog," Arthur said smugly.

"Could you at least be more gentle?" Francis retaliated. "You can't call yourself a gentleman with that manner, you know."