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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      Canada_(Hetalia)/England_(Hetalia)
  Character:
      America_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), England_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Canada_
      (Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Belgium_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Child_Abuse, Implied_Torture, Blood, Organized
      Crime, Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting,
      Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_Human
  Series:
      Part 3 of All_In_The_Family
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-01 Words: 1079
****** We Simply Request You Remember: Family is Everything ******
by AwayLaughing_(orphan_account)
Summary
     A glimpse into the life of mobster Arthur Kirkland and his young ward
     Matthew Williams. Child exploitation abounds.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The man hit the concrete with a resounding thump, and he groaned as broken ribs
were jostled. “'M not tellin' on ya,” he half slurred half gasped, eyes
watering, “swear, not a spy.” There was a tutting noise from the doorway
followed the soft pad of expensive shoes.
“You're lying to me Richards,” came the soft, high bred English voice everyone
in the house knew to obey, “I do not like liars.”
“Not lyin',” the man insisted, desperate. “Not.”
A hand came up to his face, soothing the hair out of his eyes before gently
tracing his jaw, “oh Bennett,” the man said in mock sadness, “oh what shall I
do with you mm? I cannot trust you anymore.”
Bennett Richards, forty five year old father of four, opened his mouth, only
for the hand on his jaw to grab on, thumb partially in his mouth and tug.
As his jaw broke he spasmed, unable to find his voice enough to scream. “Let
that be a lesson,” he said, “lying gets you no where.” The Brit then stood,
walking away. “Someone will see to you shortly,” the man said, voice back to
being bored.
Panic rising the man struggled to sit up, tear marks on his bloodied face, non
broken fingers twitching uselessly. The door clicked open again after about
five minutes, and Richards almost sobbed in relief when a familiar pair of
inquisitive violet eyes landed on him. “Hey Matthew,” he said, voice raspy,
“hey kiddo.” Opening the door wider the boy walked in coming to a stop in front
of him.
Matthew was, as far as Richards knew, Bonnefoy's son, and was probably seven or
so, and an incredibly sweet boy. “I got in some trouble and I need your help,”
he said, “ya like helpin', right?” The boy nodded at that, coming closer until
one small hand was on Richards' face.
“What sort of help?” he asked softly and Richard's jerked his arms.
“Could you untie me?” he asked, and Matthew drew away, a frown on his little
face.
“Why would I do that?” he asked incredulously, “papa would be very angry.”
“Oui,” came a deeper voice, “he would.” Matthew turned around to face his
father and the man Kirkland trusted to take care of things subtly, eyes
lighting up.
“Papa!” he cried happily, throwing himself at his father. Bonnefoy chuckled as
he caught him, kissing first the top of his head, than his nose and then both
his cheeks in a way Richards had seen before. It was also a way that didn't
quite sit with the man, he'd certainly never kiss his children that way.
“You are not supposed to be in here ange,” the man told him firmly, holding the
boy at arms length now. Matthew pouted.
“I was playing hide and seek with Alfred,” he explained, “he just got back from
mama's and he never looks in this hall,” Matthew smiled impishly, “he heard
noises down here one night and now he says there are ghosts.” The little boy
looked back at Richards, looking put out, “I didn't know it was being used.”
“It is okay Matthieu,” the man said, placing another kiss on Matthew's head,
“go along and tell Alfred your game is over, papa has to work now.” Matthew
nodded, hugging his father once more before heading out.
Outside Arthur was coming back down the hall and he paused upon seeing Matthew,
feet tracking bloody prints, one little hand slightly red. “You saw Mr.
Richards then poppet?” he asked the boy, and Matthew nodded. Chuckling Arthur
picked the boy up, nuzzling his ear as the boy giggled. “Can't have you
tracking blood around the house luv,” he said, “let us go get changed.”
“Can I have a bath?” he asked, and Arthur nodded absently, heading up a flight
of stairs.
“Of course poppet,” he told the boy.
“Will you wash me?” the question seemed innocuous, but Arthur raised an
eyebrow.
“Aren't you old enough to do it yourself luv?” the man asked, teasing as
Matthew pouted.
“I want you to do it,” the boy said stubbornly, “please?”
Arthur gave in easily to the wide eyes, chuckling as they headed down a much
less ominous hall than the one in the basement. As they passed a room another
older boy popped out.
“Aha!” he cried, latching onto Arthur, “found you Mattie.” Matthew giggled at
his half brother, snuggling into Arthur.
“Papa said no more playing Alfred, he's working.” Alfred pouted at that before
noting Matthew's bloody sock feet.
“Having a bath?”
“Yup, wanna come?” Matthew offered, and Alfred shook his head.
“Nah,” he said, “I'm gonna go find something to eat.” Matthew waved the older
blond off as they entered the bathroom, Arthur setting the seven year old down
on the sink counter.
“Off,” Arthur said, tapping the boy's chest and Matthew gave him a sly look
before slowly pulling the shirt off.
“Like this?” the boy asked, and Arthur nodded, his own hands coming up to skim
the boys ribs.
“Very good poppet, you've been paying attention.” Matthew beamed at the praise,
clapping a little.
“Oui,” he said, slipping into his native tongue, “Ms. Bella is a very good
teacher.”
“Good good,” Arthur said, still trailing his fingers up the pale sides, “what
else has she shown you?” he asked, and Matthew screwed up his face in thought
before he laughed.
“How to tell a secret,” the boy said, and Arthur quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh?” he asked, “and how do you do that?”
“Come closer,” the boy said, voice a whisper, and Arthur complied, leaning in
until their noses brushed. Matthew kissed it, lips pursed before he moved to a
freckle under Arthur's eyes, then to his jaw and under his ear until his lips
came to rest at Arthur's ear. “Like this,” he said, voice almost impossible to
hear and Arthur nodded, pulling away, placing a kiss of his own on Matthew's
cheek.
“Good lad,” he said, “your papa will be proud, now,” he tussled the soft blond
hair, “let's get you clean and go find Alfred before he eats himself sick.”
Matthew giggled, pulling off his socks and humming softly as Arthur ran the
bath water.
“Arthur,” he said as the man placed him in the bath, “will I get to work for
you like papa when I'm older?” he asked, and Arthur nodded, pouring out a
dollop of shampoo.
“Of course poppet,” Arthur said easily, “of course.”
End Notes
     Another "lost my link" fill - seriously though if anyone from the KM
     finds this and knows where the link is please tell me! I'm missing my
     Gilbert part of this series. Which is, ironically, the only fill
     whose name I remember.
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