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PruCan MPREG: Here I Am 02

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That evening, they got back to Francis' condominium and put the boy to bed in his room. Francis did a small and chaste examination of his vitals, determining that the bruises weren't too bad and all he needed was some good rest and good food. So he started on the food to let him sleep. Antonio however was very curious as to why the boy was even there. A hospital was clearly a better place for him even if Francis was a doctor. He brought this up as he slunk into the kitchen to see what was being made.
"I saw him this morning in the exact same place he was when I picked him up," Francis said, offering Antonio a chance to sip the soup he had made. "He's much too young to be out in the streets..."
"So call a shelter or something," Antonio said sipping the soup. "What does he have to do with you?"
"Nothing at all," Francis said. "But did you even see him? He's adorable! They would kill him in a shelter. Or even worse!"
"True..." Antonio went to sit at the dinner table.
"Did you do what I asked?" Francis inquired.
"Ah, si!" Antonio said. "His wallet was in that suitcase. No money, but his ID says his name is Matthew Williams and he's twenty-two."
"Twenty-two?" Francis raised an eyebrow. "He looks younger than that... He's still only a child though. I could never leave him at a shelter. Anything else?"
"Well his Driver's Licence is registered here in Ontario so he's probably from here. Or at least, been here since adolescence."
"Ah, a local. Interesting," Francis said. "You put his stuff away, right?"
"Of course, I'm not a thief..."
"Right."
Antonio sighed, tapping the table. Francis noticed that he had seemed a bit downcast in the last few days.
"Tonio," he said. "Aren't you usually out with Lovino at this time?"
Antonio sighed again. "Lovi won't talk to me until I get a job."
"I see..." Francis tasted his soup and decided it was ready. Taking it off the burner, he served four bowls, setting aside two in the microwave and setting the other two in front of him and Antonio at the table. "So what have you been doing to try and get a job?"
Antonio didn't answer and just started eating.
Francis chuckled. "That's what I thought."
Antonio pursed his lips. "I kind of have a job. You pay me for some things I do."
"That's more like chore money," Francis said. "You need a real job. Or, go back to school. Or both!"
The Spaniard stuck out his tongue. "School's the last place I'm going. That's so embarrassing..."
"I beg your pardon?" Francis said. He himself was proud to have spent eleven years in school for training. "You could benefit greatly from a good college or university."
Antonio just made a dismissive sound with his mouth, shoving another spoonful of soup inside.
A few seconds later the front door slammed open. The two of them lit up as they anticipated their other roommate.
The white haired man strutted into the kitchen. "Ooh, soup!"
"Yours is in the microwave, Gilbert," Francis said.
"'Kay!" Gilbert heated up the soup, setting aside the other bowl. "Who's the other bowl for?"
Antonio beamed. "The hobo Francis has in his bed!"
Gilbert furrowed his eyebrows, pulling out his soup and sipping it. "Is that some kind of disgusting sexual reference or something...?"
"No, there really is a homeless person sleeping in my bed. A young man named Matthew, who fainted in the subway," Francis said and Gilbert spat his soup out all over him.
"You kidnapped a hobo?!"
"Why must we use such a vulgar word? Gilbert, if you saw him, you would not call him a 'hobo'," Francis said. "He's a few years younger than you. Well... Eight years younger than you."
"A kid?" Gilbert set down his bowl. "Shame on you."
"What?!" Francis was terribly offended. "Look, he was starving and tired and hurt so I brought him here to rest up!"
"He agreed to stay with you?"
"He was unconscious..."
"Mein gott, Francis!" Gilbert slapped his forehead. "That's a human being, not a stray puppy! This is criminal! You should have taken him to the hospital!"
"He's not all that beat up, I can take care of him..." Francis stood, dragging Gilbert with him to his bedroom door. "You look at him and tell me he doesn't deserve a good roof to sleep under."
Gilbert just frowned at him but opened the door. Suddenly there was a sharp breeze past both their heads and a lamp shattered behind them.
"Stay away!"
Gilbert looked at the shattered lamp and then at Francis. "You first."
Francis sighed, stepping into the room. "Mathieu..."
The boy was all curled up at the opposite side of the room, hiding behind the bed. As Francis walked in, he tried to push himself further against the wall, tears springing to his eyes. "Stay away from me! I'll-I'll call the cops!"
"I'm not going to hurt you," Francis took a few careful steps towards him, hands spread out in front of him. He knelt down. "I'm just here to help you. You fainted and you said you didn't wanted to go to a hospital so I brought you to the safest place I know. You're at my house."
Matthew just whimpered. "What do you want with me?"
"Nothing!" Francis said with his hands still up. "Honnêtement, I know that you're scared, but I will do absolutely nothing you don't want me to."
Gilbert snickered in the doorway and Francis glared at him.
"This is Gilbert, my roommate," Francis said. "He won't hurt you either and even if he did, I would murder him. There's also Antonio who's in the kitchen. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Not anymore."
The boy furrowed his eyebrows. "Who're you?"
"Ah! Dr. Francis Bonnefoy!" He practically sparkled saying it.
At that, Matthew reached for the phone on the side table. Francis gasped, snatching it as soon as he had dialled 9 and 1.
"Please don't do that!" Francis pleaded. "I swear, I'm telling the truth! You have no reason to be afraid of us! If you want to leave, you can."
"I will!" Matthew said getting up. However he became really dizzy and Francis had to catch him again.
"You really need to eat something first..." Francis said setting him down on the bed. "You're in no shape to leave. Let me get you the soup I prepared."
He stood and left the room, dragging Gilbert with him. He warmed up the soup and brought it back to the bedroom, knocking before entering. Matthew was still there on the bed, his legs tucked up to his chin.
"Here," Francis said, handing him the bowl. "I know you say you're leaving but, if you'd like, you could use my shower and I could find you some clean clothes. You don't have to stay in this ratty old sweater..." He pinched the fabric but Matthew pushed his hand away.
"I'm not taking off my clothes," he said. "I don't need a shower..."
Francis frowned. "D'accord, but I highly recommend it... You don't even have to come outside." He pointed to a different door than the entrance. "The bathroom is just there. Walk in shower and everything."
Matthew just shook his head, sipping his soup.
"Well, I'm going to go out and get you some clothes. If you leave by then, then I'll just give the clothes to charity or something." Francis straightened up and went to the door. Before he left completely, Matthew cleared his throat.
"Um, Francis," he said over his spoon. "Thank you. For the soup..."
Francis smiled. "You are very welcome." Then he closed the door and went to the kitchen. Antonio had gone to his own room and Gilbert was reading the newspaper while eating his soup. He looked up to Francis as came in.
Gilbert smirked. "You're going to get arrested."
"Non, I think I earned a bit of his trust," Francis said, rubbing his bristled chin.
"You only earned his stomach," Gilbert grunted, folding back a page of the newspaper. "Now, he'll keep coming back for food."
"Let him," Francis said. "He needs it. He's all ribs and skin."
Gilbert just shook his head. "You want him to stay, don't you?"
"What does it matter?" Francis asked. "I'm already supporting two otherwise homeless guys; what's one more?"
"Hey, unlike Antonio, I have a job!" Gilbert said slapping a hand to his chest. "I pay you rent!"
Francis chuckled. "Do you really think what you pay me is really enough to stay here? And Antonio's trying. When he gets a job, he'll pay rent too. He can't freeload forever... Eventually he'd be deported."
"Ja, but if that weren't the case, you'd probably let him stay here forever."
"It's nice. He works for me."
Gilbert just smirked. "Keep that kid away from my stuff, 'kay? I want nothing to do with him."
"So I can't ask you to keep an eye on him while I go out to get clothes?" Francis said.
Gilbert stuck out his tongue. "Nein."
Francis rolled his eyes and went to Antonio's room. The Spaniard was lying upside down, leafing through a clothing magazine.
"Antonio," Francis started. "I'd like you to watch Matthew for me while I go out. If he wants to leave, he can. If he wants more food, he can have it. He can do pretty much whatever he wants, just make sure he's okay."
"Got it but where are you going?"
"To buy him some clean clothes."
"Oh! Okay, then could you get these too?" Antonio held up the magazine and pointed to a page.
Francis squinted to see it. "A pair of loafers? For Lovino, right?"
"Si, I think he'd like them."
"And when do you think you'll pay it back?"
"Uh... Um..."
"Wash my car and vacuum it. Yourself."
"Ah, yes! I can do that!" Antonio beamed. "Gracias!"
"Also, why not get the classified section of the newspaper from Gilbert?" Francis said. "There has to be something you can jump on."
"Okay, okay..."
Francis left. He called Arthur to see if he wanted to go shopping with him but he refused so the Frenchman went alone. He was really contemplating whether or not he really should buy Antonio's gift. Sure Francis was a doctor but it didn't make him the King of Versaille. He wasn't even a surgeon... Nevertheless, he bought the shoes promising himself that it was that last thing he'd buy for either of his roommates. He got the clothing too, a selection of shirts and pants since he wasn't quite sure what size his guest was. Unsurprisingly, all of them together cost half of what the shoes cost. Francis sighed as he paid for everything. He really hoped the kid was still there when he got home.
And thankfully when he got back and peered into his bedroom, Matthew was all snuggled up under the sheets, his arms around a stuffed polar bear he must have gotten from his suitcase. Francis smiled, setting down the new clothing on the bedside table, just under a pair of dirty cracked glasses.
"Bonsoir, Mathieu." He left the room and went to find Antonio.
WARNING: This fanfic includes the topics of mpreg, rape, abortion, homosexuality, crossdressing, homophobia, and other possibly controversial stuff. The opinions expressed by the characters do not reflect the opinion of the author. Read at your own discretion and don't be a douche if you disapprove.

Oh, Gil... You want nothing to do with him, you say?

Prologue
Part 01
Part 03

All Hetalia characters (C) Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
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OPgirlgamer27's avatar
I've almost finsh this thig and I am rereading it....it makes a lot more since now :P