sings4life

   Antonio came back for the twins around midnight. Francis shuffled to the door and opened it, covering a yawn with his hand.   "Antonio. How are they?" he asked as he ushered the younger into the house.   "Both are sore. They're sleeping now, so they should be feeling better tomorrow. Ludwig's memory is still gone," Antonio said. He stifled a yawn of his own. "Where's Feli and Lovi?"   "They are asleep in the spare bedroom. Come, I'll show you." The two moved quietly down the hall to the room. Francis eased the door open. One of the twins shifted. Francis led Antonio closer to the bed. Francis leaned over the closer twin, who blink

   On the day the social worker was to arrive, Francis spent the morning running around the house, nervously cleaning anything he could get his hands on. Arthur finally got him to stop by forcing him to take a shower, and then by telling him to make lunch or else Arthur himself would do it. Francis quickly retreated to the kitchen and stayed there until there was a knock on the door. Francis came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his apron as Arthur answered the door.   "Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Bonnefoy and Mr. Kirkland?"   "I'm Kirkland," Arthur said. "Please come in." Francis turned to busy himself in the kitchen, suddenly re

   The next morning Ludwig awoke extra early. He sat in bed for a moment, wondering what had woken him, when he felt a stirring in his chest. His people were rising up. They'd had enough; they wanted the wall down. Ludwig quickly showered and dressed, then left a note telling Feliciano where he'd gone. He made it to his boss's side as soon as he could. He quickly dragged the man into a heated discussion. Something had to be done.   Gilbert moaned weakly as he lay in the bloody snow. Russia had left him there not long before, probably to go get drunk. The sun slowly peeked over the horizon. There was a sharp gasp behind him, then hurried foo

Thorn smiled as he watched his King play with the children. He took a sip of his drink, hiding his expression as the older bee looked over. King Vaas smiled and urged the children to go play somewhere else. Thorn looked back over as the children obediently ran off. King Vaas met his eyes and walked over around the chair. He sat between Thorn's splayed legs and leaned in to kiss him. Thorn met the kiss with an equal passion. He held out his glass and a servant took it from his hand. He put his arms up around the King's neck and held him closely. Vaas put his arms around Thorn's waist and drew back to look at him. Both smiled at each other. "I

Francis was cleaning up after breakfast one morning went the front door suddenly crashed open. Arthur stepped out of the living room to see who had barged into his house. "Hey eyebrows! Is Franny home?" Francis poked his head out the door. "Hello Gilbert," he said. "Hey Fran! Me and Toni heard you were going to have a kid or something!" the albino man said. He stalked past Arthur and grabbed Francis's shoulder. Francis smiled and shook his head. "Arthur and I are adopting." "So you are having a kid!" "Two, hopefully," Francis replied with a smile. Gilbert's eyes widened. "Two?" "Yes, twins. One of them speaks French!" "That'

As the weeks passed, Francis made an effort to go to the orphanage every day to visit the boys. He took Arthur with him as often as possible, but the Englishman usually had to work. Francis spent every moment he could getting to know them, playing with Alfred and translating for Matthew. Both children gradually grew to trust him. One day as he was leaving, the woman pulled him aside and told him the date of the home visit, when a social worker would come to the house and watch the couple in their home to see if they were suitable to adopt. Francis went home a bundle of nerves. He spent the next few days frantically cleaning his house. "Arth

The boy shook his head and hid behind the tree again. Francis moved closer to him, scooting forward on his knees. "Please, will you tell me your name?" he asked. The boy shook his head and hid his face against the trunk. "Mattie!" Alfred came running towards them, and Francis looked up in surprise. The boy darted out from behind the tree and grabbed onto Alfred. "There you are, Matthew," the woman said. "Alfred has been looking for you." "Mathieu? Is that your name?" Francis asked softly. "O-oui." Francis smiled. "C'est très magnifique, cher!" he said. He stood and moved next to his husband. Matthew raised his head so that hi

Next was the wedding. He'd been in love for a long time before he finally worked out a way to propose without causing offense. With his boyfriend, offense was easily perceived and not so easily forgiven, but he had done it. A few months after the wedding, he finally brought it up. "Arthur, what do you think about having kids?" Arthur choked on his tea and looked up at Francis, who was watching him carefully. "We're both men, idiot," Arthur replied. Francis blinked in surprise and straightened up. "I know that, I was thinking of adopting." He leaned on his hands again, a wistful expression coming over his face. "Just think, a little b

It started with a wedding. No wait, that's not quite right. It started with an orphanage. One day on his lunch break, he happened by while the kids were playing in the yard. He stopped to watch them for a while, a soft smile on his face as he watched several of them start a game of tag. Soon, he found himself going by there every chance he got, that same smile on his face as he would watch the children play. It awoke a certain longing in him that he'd never felt before. One afternoon while watching the children play, a little blond boy worked up the courage to come talk to him. "Hi! What's your name?" the boy asked. Francis looked down

Everyone that knew Alfred F. Jones knew him to be loud, reckless, foolish, and a variety of other things. He loved hamburgers, his bomber jacket, and playing the hero. He was known for showing up late to meetings, sometimes in scruffy attire and always proclaiming that the hero had arrived. He liked proposing ridiculous ideas about stopping global warming and often started rambling about aliens. One could definitely say that he was a spontaneous person, when being nice. So no one expected the manner of his arrival one particular September morning. The door to the meeting room was pushed open five minutes before the meeting was to start, and