Hey, this is the first APH fic I've ever done, so I'm sorry if it sucks. Someone else should fill this with some GilMatt lovin~ I'm sorry in advance if I did something wrong with French.
FILL :D
Matthew walked into his usually obnoxious home to find it quiet, eerily so actually. It should have bothered him more than it did, but alas he was warn out from meeting with his doctor for an…examination of sorts. His lower back and ass were kind of sore, and the only thing on Matthew’s mind was hitting the hay. So when he walked into his dining room to finding his father(s) and brother assembled at the dining room table not acting completely bat shit for once, although Al was doodling on something again…wait is that a Maple Leave’s jersey and a sharpie? Bitch is gonna get it. Well, to say the least Matthew was confused and reading to beat down a certain hero.
“Hey Mattie, dads’ are worried about you.”
Oh great, Mr. High-and-mighty-hero, thank you for that stunningly thoughtful comment.
“Matthew, listen. You’ve been spending more, and more time at the Doctor’s lately, and your father and I have are starting to get concerned. Is there anything going on that you’re uncomfortable telling us about?“ Arthur tried the concerned parental unit look, but ending up looking constipated. “You know you can tell us anything.”
“Oui, bonbon we’re here for you regardless of what is going on right now.” Francis said.
“Al…” Arthur threatened.
“If you die can I have your stuff?” Alfred asked asked before going to list the things he wanted. “Your pink DS is really gay so I don’t want it, but can I have your Xbox, minus all the non-violent hockey games of course. Oh and that pair of skinny jeans I got you for your birthday that don’t really fit you because they’re my size because it’s not like you even wear skinny jeans-”
“Eh! What the hell Al! You…!” Matthew paused, “Wait, who says I’m going to die?”
“So, you don’t have cancer?”
“No! Christ, no!”
“What about leukemia? Or in an ingrown toenail? Or AIDS?” Alfred ventured.
“Alfred! Toenails can’t kill a person!” Said Arthur.
“They can if they’re serious.” Alfred proudly stated. “It happened in House.”
I’m surrounded by idiots.
“American TV is not at all credible! You should be watching the BBC, you’d learn more from an episode of Inspector Morse than watching that American rubbish you kids try to pull off as entertainment.”
“Ah non, crumpet, bonbon, calm down we can talk this out later, oui? Mathieu, tu are not sick, so what has been keeping you at the doctors?”
FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck. Hey Dad(s), Al, I’ve been getting plundered up the butt by my GP. I don’t have cancer, but I’m afraid I’ve caught the gay. Thanks for your influences eh, Dad(s).
FILL PART 1
Matthew walked into his usually obnoxious home to find it quiet, eerily so actually. It should have bothered him more than it did, but alas he was warn out from meeting with his doctor for an…examination of sorts. His lower back and ass were kind of sore, and the only thing on Matthew’s mind was hitting the hay. So when he walked into his dining room to finding his father(s) and brother assembled at the dining room table not acting completely bat shit for once, although Al was doodling on something again…wait is that a Maple Leave’s jersey and a sharpie? Bitch is gonna get it. Well, to say the least Matthew was confused and reading to beat down a certain hero.
“Hey Mattie, dads’ are worried about you.”
Oh great, Mr. High-and-mighty-hero, thank you for that stunningly thoughtful comment.
“Matthew, listen. You’ve been spending more, and more time at the Doctor’s lately, and your father and I have are starting to get concerned. Is there anything going on that you’re uncomfortable telling us about?“ Arthur tried the concerned parental unit look, but ending up looking constipated. “You know you can tell us anything.”
“Oui, bonbon we’re here for you regardless of what is going on right now.” Francis said.
“Al…” Arthur threatened.
“If you die can I have your stuff?” Alfred asked asked before going to list the things he wanted. “Your pink DS is really gay so I don’t want it, but can I have your Xbox, minus all the non-violent hockey games of course. Oh and that pair of skinny jeans I got you for your birthday that don’t really fit you because they’re my size because it’s not like you even wear skinny jeans-”
“Eh! What the hell Al! You…!” Matthew paused, “Wait, who says I’m going to die?”
“So, you don’t have cancer?”
“No! Christ, no!”
“What about leukemia? Or in an ingrown toenail? Or AIDS?” Alfred ventured.
“Alfred! Toenails can’t kill a person!” Said Arthur.
“They can if they’re serious.” Alfred proudly stated. “It happened in House.”
I’m surrounded by idiots.
“American TV is not at all credible! You should be watching the BBC, you’d learn more from an episode of Inspector Morse than watching that American rubbish you kids try to pull off as entertainment.”
“Ah non, crumpet, bonbon, calm down we can talk this out later, oui? Mathieu, tu are not sick, so what has been keeping you at the doctors?”
FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck. Hey Dad(s), Al, I’ve been getting plundered up the butt by my GP. I don’t have cancer, but I’m afraid I’ve caught the gay. Thanks for your influences eh, Dad(s).
“Mathieu?”
“Huh? Oh…Um, you know, stuff.”