"He surely didn't mean it, Arthur..."

Arthur growled. "I'm sure he did." Alfred cringed in his own seat, afraid of Arthur and his anger.

"He's just a kid..."

Arthur sighed as Alfred stroked his hair. "It's ok...I was confused..."

Francis decided now would be a good time to be quiet.

Arthur wanted to stay mad, but his anger just wouldn't last. "Un...fine then." He said softly, just letting Alfred keep touching his hair.

"Okay... Alfred, have you eaten lunch yet?"

"Yeah." He answered.

"Is there anything you need before we go back to my house?"

He sighed. "Did Arthur keep any of our clothes?" Arthur shook his head. "I couldn't afford to keep them." Alfred sighed again. "Then let's go back to your house Francis."

Francis nodded and drove toward his house. "I can take you clothes shopping, Alfred..."

Alfred nodded. "Ok."

Francis got them back to the house. "Home sweet home, oui?"

Arthur went in and plopped on the couch. Alfred laid down beside him.

Francis left them to their own devices and read a book

Arthur was curled up around Alfred, both fell asleep and their heavy breathing filled the room.

When Francis heard them sleeping, he went to prepare the other bedroom that was Alfred could have it.

Arthur woke not very long after, but Alfred remained fast asleep. He sighed and kissed his little brother's forehead.

Francis was in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the three of them.

Arthur stood up and made his way into the kitchen. He slipped his arms around Francis' waist.

"well hello..." Francis put a hand over one of Arthur's arm. "sleep well?"

"Hey. Yeah, I slept ok." He said softly. He kissed the back of his neck. "What have you been doing."

"preparing a room for Alfred, and then dinner right now..."

He sighed. "You work so hard." He kissed his neck again. "Thank you so much."

"it's not that big a deal, but your welcome." he smiled over at the Britain