Finally Noticed

The dinner

"NO YOU ABSOLUTE TOSSER IT'S BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT SOMETHING SERIOUS HAPPENED! I WAS ONE SECOND FROM ABANDONING EVERYTHING AND RUSHING TO THE NEAREST HOSPITAL!" Arthur screamed, not caring if Francis heard. "I THOUGHT THAT SOMEONE DIED YOU WANKER. Don't scare me like that. I couldn't bear to lose you both."

"I'm really sorry." Allistor mumbled, hanging his head in shame, face almost as red as his hair. He hadn't even thought about how Arthur would react, and his heart twisted. "Anyways, yer here, how is it?" He asked cheerily, knowing that the worst of his little brother's anger had passed.

"It's not a bloody date, but quite well. His son is very cute, but the lad barely knows any English, only French. It's strange he looks identical to Alfred. Also 'I'm a pretty pretty princess'? Allistor I swear to god i'll get you back for that."

"Don't try tae deny it Artie yer tha prettiest princess there is." Allistor teased.

"Damn right I am." Arthur scoffed. "Now I must go, and do say hello to Alfred for me."

"Will do. Bye Iggy!"

"DON'T CALL ME I- damnit he hung up."

Arthur pressed end call and sighed, turning on the water and splashing some on his face.

And the git wonders why i'm so short tempered around him...

Arthur walked back into the dining room where Matthew was setting the table. The little boy looked at him questioningly, eyes asking about why Arthur was screaming earlier. "Brothers." Arthur deadpanned.

"'Ow many?" Matthew asked softly, preoccupied with folding cloth napkins into the shape of roses. He smiled slightly and held the completed rose out for Arthur to look at.

"Five and that's très bien." (Very good) Arthur complemented, unsure if he had said the right words. He had heard Francis say it earlier. Matthew's face split into a wide smile at hearing Arthur speak French, and he gave the rose to Arthur, all while talking. Arthur accepted the rose with a smile.

"Well now I know what that means. I don't know French so you will have to speak English with me though."

"Ok." Matthew said quietly, still happy at Arthur's praise. He soon completed the final rose and set it at the head of the table, which was presumably Francis's seat. Arthur sat down across from Matthew on the long table, at Francis's left.

When is he going to come out of the kitchen? Also this table is quite long, intended for more people. He must have quite a lot of guests over.

Arthur's thoughts were interrupted when Francis walked into the dining room, balancing three plates on his arms.

"Bon appétit!" Francis sang as he set the steaming dish down in front of Arthur, pouring wine that Arthur hadn't even noticed he was carrying.

"Merci." Matthew chirped as he began eating. There were a couple seconds of silence as all three people dug in.

"This is quite delicious." Arthur commented in between bites, wiping his mouth.

"Merci beaucoup! It iz one of ze most popular dishes at my restaurant. It iz a modified French recipe as ze original can take most of ze day to make. My maman used to make it all ze time with my sisters." Francis beamed, sipping at his wine.

"You have siblings? How many?" Arthur inquired, curious about this man's family.

"I 'ave trois sisters, Marianne, Lucille and Michelle, and I am ze oldest by eight years." Francis answered. "I assume zat you also 'ave siblings, from ze yelling I 'eard earlier."

Arthur flushed red, embarrassed that Francis had heard him screaming at Allistor. "Yeah i'm the second youngest of six children. My oldest brother lives not far from here so I asked him to stay with my son. He decided to be an idiot as usual and call me after I said only to call in case of an emergency."

Francis chuckled, shaking his head, hair bouncing around his face. "Well now 'e knows not to disturb you."

"Damn right. I wouldn't be surprised if that twat has barely any hearing left from how loud I yelled. I'm terribly sorry about that by the way."

"Oh no mon ami it iz no problem."

They spent the next hours talking about themselves and their families, exchanging stories. To his surprise, Arthur found himself enjoying the man's company very much. He learned that all of Francis's sisters were still in Paris, and that Francis enjoyed drawing. In turn, Francis learned that Arthur's family moved around quite a lot before he was born, and so all of his siblings were born in different parts of the British Isles. When Arthur glanced at his watch, he was surprised to see that they had been talking for well over two hours, and it was now time for him to go home.

Alfred should be asleep at this time. I wonder how Matthew is still awake it must be past his bedtime.

As if on cue Matthew yawned loudly, rubbing his eyes. "Êtes vous fatigué?" (are you tired) Francis asked. Matthew nodded sleepily, eyes drooping. "Excusez-moi for a minute I need to put my son to bed." Francis said, picking up the child and glancing apologetically at Arthur.

"Oh no it's actually just about time for me to go. Thank you for the dinner the food was splendid, and I hope we can continue our friendship outside of a professional environment." Arthur said, walking to the entryway and collecting his jacket.

"Merci! I also 'ope zat I can see you again I really do enjoy your company." Francis twittered, shifting the child in his arms in order to open the door. "'Ave a good night!" he called out as Arthur made his way back to his car.

When can I see him again? Was the main thought passing through both of their minds for the remainder of the evening.