Old Enough

Clingy

Alfred walked through the door, manically laughing away as Matthew followed him through the door. They had been to a friends party and there was alcohol, so of course they drank. Even at sixteen they wouldn't turn down the opportunity to drink. Matthew was cautious at first, but his brother had assured him it was fine. Both teens had quite a bit to drink so walking was proving to be difficult, Alfred falling as soon as they got into the living room.

Francis and Arthur were sat on the sofa, Arthur reading and Francis tying his hair into a low ponytail when Alfred had fallen into the living room. Arthur had been worried about the twins going to this party on their own, Francis however wasn't as worried, he knew his boys would be fine.

As soon as Alfred fell into the room, Arthur put his book down, following Francis in running to his sons. Francis was already helping Alfred sit up. "Are you okay?" Francis asked, looking to see if Alfred was injured.

Alfred just laughed in response. "Dude... I'm alright." The American laughed.

Arthur frowned out his loud son, then looked back up to Matthew, noticing his flushed pink cheeks and swaying motion. "Oh no! Not you too Matthew." Arthur frowned. He knew this party would have the chance of alcohol, that's why he didn't want them to go. However, it didn't surprise him that Alfred would drink, but it did surprise him that Matthew had. 

Matthew just walked to his English father and hugged him tightly. "Hi Daddy... I missed you." the Canadian smiled, leaning his head on the Brit's shoulder. Arthur didn't know how to respond, Matthew hadn't called him daddy since he was nine years old. Arthur just looked to Francis who had managed to get Alfred to his feet, clinging to Francis. Both parents exchanged confused looks. Alfred often stuck to Arthur and Matthew often stuck to Francis, so for the opposite to be happening was just odd. 

Arthur decided to embrace his son, as he didn't know the next time this would happen, and he let his anger of them drinking fade away. 

"I missed you too lad." Arthur smiled, arms wrapped around his son. "Did you have fun at the party then?"

"Yeah... It was fun... Dance a lot..." Matthew mumbled into Arthur's shoulder.

"And drank a lot!" Alfred added, giggling into Francis' shoulder, making the Frenchman laugh. "What's so funny papa?"

"Nothing mon fils." Francis smiled. "I'm just glad you had fun." 

Both parents continued to hug their son's for about five minutes before Francis had noticed soft snores coming from Alfred. Arthur also noticed.

"Right boys, I think it's time for bed. Don't you?" Arthur asked his sons.

Alfred just mumbled into Francis' shoulder, but Matthew protested. "No daddy... I won't get to hug you if I got to bed..." Matthew whimpered.

Once again this caused Arthur to look up at Francis with a confused look. Francis shrugged his shoulders, then went to lift Alfred up bridal style to take him to bed. Alfred didn't protest once once in his papa's arms, just nuzzled into his neck. "I'll take this one up to bed." Francis smiled, then left with Alfred in his arms.

Arthur looked back down to his clingy son, who had his eyes closed, smiling, and his arms wrapped around his father's neck. "What's the matter Mattie? Hmm... Why so clingy?" Arthur asked. 

Matthew opened his violet eyes, looking into Arthur's emerald green ones and said, "Alfred always gets the attention, especially from you. I want your attention too." Mattie whimpered. This made Arthur feel guilty. He knew he paid more attention to Alfred, but Alfred was so loud he was more likely to get the attention. Arthur just wrapped his arms tighter around his son and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Don't worry Mattie. You can have all my attention now. But let's go sit on the sofa, okay?" Arthur smiled. 

Matthew removed his embrace from Arthur, but decided to hold his hand as they both walked to the sofa. Once again this confused Arthur.

Both sat on the sofa, Matthew cuddling up to Arthur and letting his eyes close. Arthur wrapped his arms around his, currently very  clingy, son. "I love you daddy..." Matthew whispered, sleepily.

"I love you too son." Arthur responded, once again placing a kiss on his forehead.

Matthew was quick to fall asleep. 

Soon Francis came downstairs to see his husband and son. It had ended up taking a while for him to get Alfred to sleep surprisingly. Alfred had demanded Francis tell him a story and cuddle him. Francis had obliged. His son's hadn't been like this for years so his took the advantage.

Once Francis was in the living room, he saw his son cuddled up to Arthur. Then looked up to Arthur. "Its like their six not sixteen."