BTTXReader Part 6

"Do they fit?" Gilbert calls from behind the door. 

Covering your mouth to keep from bursting into laughter, you shake you head violently. "Nope!"

"There are belts hanging in the closet!" he yells back, confused by your behavior. Then, you hear a ton of tiny footsteps run past the door and a few muffled voices. As you pull a loose t-shirt over your head, a small knock comes from the door. 

"Gilbert?" you call, looping a belt around your hips to keep the pants up.

"Non," a little voice answers, opening the door a crack, "I'm Matthew. Francis is my Papa." 

"Oh," you chuckle lightly, crouching so you're eye level with the little blonde boy. He shyly walks up to you, holding out a woman's shirt. 

"Papa wanted me to give this to you." you take the shirt and the little boy turns around and runs from the room. Shaking your head, you pull the over sized shirt off and replace it with the (f/c) top. Though it was a bit short, it worked and you strode out of the bedroom. Suddenly, you hear a shout come from the kitchen and you run in there. There, in the kitchen, you see Francis and his 'child' along with another man and child, yelling at Francis. You cover your mouth, watching as a man with huge eyebrows continues to yell with a small boy, about the age of Matthew, in his arms. 

"You a terrible father and I want Matthew and Alfred! I don't want to split our boys up..." the man with the eyebrows growls with an English accent. 

"Non! Matthew is mine! You can keep his brother, I do not care but I want my son!" Francis yells back, holding his son's hand tightly. 

"Stop!" you cry out, confused and disturbed. "If you're going to fight at least protect the children! You claim to love them but all you're doing is teaching hate!" You stride over to eyebrows and snatches the child, Alfred, out of his arms. Then, you grab Matthews hand and drag him away. "Figure yourselves out!" You take the boys into the room you had been staying in and set them on the bed. 

"Alfred?" a little Italian voice questions, peeking around your door. 

"Feli! Roma!" Alfred answers, jumping off your bed and running to the two boys in your doorway. "Where's Luddy?" he asks, looking behind the boys. "Ludwig!" he yells throughout the house. 

"Ja, ja." Ludwig walks in, sounding bored, "Ich bin hier."

"Dude, I love your language!" he shouts, hugging the small blonde. 

"Ludwig!" Feli giggles, pulling the German boy towards him. You watch as the German boy begins to blush and Lovi stands to the side and pouts. That's when Mattie grabs Lovi's hand and smiles. You giggle, lifting the little American into your arms. 

"You boys can stay here until I figure out what's going on outside. Ok?" You say sweetly.

"Yes-a Miss (Y/n)!" Feli salutes you, clinging to Ludwig with his free hand. 

"Ja." the German nods as you leave the room. 

As soon as you close the bedroom door behind you your smile disappeared. You grimace as you walk back into kitchen where the two men were sitting, dazed. 

"Are you both idiots?" you growl, smacking the back of their heads. 

"Pardon me?" the English man sputters as the Frenchmen hangs his head. 

"You're acting like you care about your boys but all you're doing is making it worse! You know that all they probably want is for you two to be together?"

They stare at you, dumbfounded, as you lecture them. 

"You're..." Francis whispers causing you both to turn and look at him, "you're right. Arthur, I love you. I don't know what I'd do without you and the boys! I'm so sorry!"  You smile, watching as the two embrace. 

"Papa? Mama?" Matthew murmurs, running to his fathers with Alfred not far behind. Then, you feel a little tug on your pants.

"Help me with my papa?" Feli asks. 

You lift him into your arms and poke his nose. "Of course I will, dear."