2P!FrancexMother!Reader With Child!2P!American and Child!2P!Canada
Feliciano and Ludwig were watching Oliver's every move. When they weren't, Yao and Ivan where.
Francis also kept tabs on Oliver. Making sure that the apartment you were living in was off the guys radar.
And you were currently homeschooling Alfred and Matthew. Francis didn't think that it was safe to let the boys go to school.
"Alfred please stop chewing your pencil and work on those math problems."
You were reading over Matthew's school work. Although he needed help with spelling, the kid was surprisingly good at writing.
"It's almost dinner time!!!" Alfred whined, glaring down at his paper.
"Then you should have been working instead of staring out the window." You finished looking at the paper work and put it away. Still grumbling Alfred began working on the math problems.
You were washing dishes. Alfred and Matthew were upstairs, most likely playing video games. Francis was seated at the kitchen table, watching you.
"You know the day Matthew punched out Alfred's tooth?"
He rested his head on his hands and pursed his lips.
"Oui, I remember zat day perfectly well."
You paused your work and looked at him, up to your elbows in soapy water.
"What did you say to Matthew about me?"
Francis's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You rolled your eyes and elaborated.
"Alfred said that he fought Matthew because Matthew had repeated something you had said."
Francis's eyebrows shot up and his face actually turned red.
You smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Doesn't sound like it."
"Maybe I should go ask Mattie." You mused, drying the last dish and whipping your hands.
Francis sighed and stood up, walking over to you. You watched him, slightly wary.
Over the past several days, you and Francis had drawn closer. You didn't know if he actually felt anything for you though. It was always hard to tell with him, he was constantly hiding his emotions.
You were jerked from your thoughts as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You looked up at him, face burning red.
"Mazew most likely over 'eard me talking to Lutz on ze phone."
He breath brushed you ear and you shivered slightly.
"And what were you saying?"
You voice was a whisper, you were distracted by the feeling of his hands running up and down your back. He kissed your jaw and smirked against your neck.
"I was merely voicing a wish to--" He was cut off as two voices cried out in disgust.
"Get your fucking paws of my Mom!!"
"Don't touch Al's mother Dad!!"
You giggled as the boys tried to pry Francis off you. The Frenchman lifted both of them up, and slung them over his shoulders. The boys squealed as you laughed.
It was nice. Like you were all a real family.
The thought sobered you and a wave of sadness hit you. Francis looked at you and his eyes registered worry. Setting the boys down, he walked over and pulled you into a tight hug.
"It's alright mon amour."
You nodded against his chest, letting him place a gentle kiss on your cheek. The phone rang and both Alfred and Matthew ran for it. Matthew grabbed it first and snarled a hello.
He went silent as he listened to the person on the other end.
"I don't know an Alfred, goodbye." He finally answered, slamming the phone down. You paled and looked at Francis. His face was as pale as yours.
You had only stayed in the apartment to grab a few supplies, then you were off.
Alfred sat in the back seat with Matthew, completely silent. You sat up front with Francis, your mind filled with worried thoughts.
"I won't let 'im catch us."
You looked out the window, tense.
God damn it Ollie. You clenched your teeth. Why couldn't you just stay away? You didn't even want me to have Alfred in the beginning.
Francis glanced at you, his lips pressed into a thin line. Matthew leaned forward and looked over at his father.
"Is Oliver really that bad?"
Francis rolled his eyes, "Don't make me repeat what I said Mazew."
You motioned for him to elaborate. Francis sighed, refusing to look in your direction.
"Ze day before Mazew punched Alfred, Oliver called me from 'is jail cell."
He paused, almost as if he was waiting for you to either yell at him or hit him. You just waited for him to continue.
" 'E told me zat 'e wanted to get you back for what you had done."
"Getting him sent to jail?"
"Oui." Francis paused again, obviously trying to chose his words carefully.
" Oliver said instead of 'urting you, 'e'd let you suffer knowing zat 'e 'ad Alfred."
You flinched. Oliver knew your weak spot.
You could careless about being tortured or killed, as long as your son was safe. You had no doubt that Francis felt the same way about Matthew.
It seemed that this time, running was no longer an option.
The instant you entered the newest safe house you felt it. It felt like a predator was in the house, watching and waiting.
Francis felt it as well. He grabbed you with one hand and the boys with the other, turning to drag you back outside.
But it was to late. The door had been closed, and there was an obstacle in the way.
"Well, well, well. I finally caught you poppet!!"