America X Reader- Fighting

"You mad cow, can't you do anything!" A male voice boomed.
"Yeah, fatso, I can stay faithful!" A shrill female voice replied

"You don't even know the meaning of the word you idiot!"
"At least, I'm not a smug bastard like you, always licking up to your child!"

You sighed, trying to ignore your parents fighting. Looking at the clock, you realise that they had been at non-stop for close to an hour. You pushed the pencil away. How could you study with this racket going on? Standing up from your swivel chair, you closed your white laptop that had exam type questions on the screen, leaning over it to your iPod speakers. Yanking your iPod out, you threw it into your (colour) bag, that your caring boyfriend had got you. You disconnected your phone from its recharger and placed it in the bag as well. Grabbing your headphones and wallet you shoved them in the bag as well.

Walking downstairs, the shouting increased in volume. You grabbed your colour shoes and roughly tugged them on. You opened your mouth to speak but closed it shortly afterwards. Your parents wouldn't be able to hear you anyway. Grabbing an opened envelope, you wrote a message on the back and pinned it up on the fridge with the lamb magnet you had bought for your mother when you went on holiday to England. Shaking your head, you got rid of that happy memory. Grabbing your keys from the key rack, you walked out of the chaotic house.

Outside in the street, you immediately felt a lot calmer. It was like the stress was rolling away! Plugging your headphones into your iPod, you pressed shuffle, music immediately blaring into your ears. As if second nature, your feet began to move you to a place you felt safe and welcome.

Knocking on the door, you didn't have to wait long, as a blonde man with massive eyebrows opened the door. Upon recognising you, his face went from a deep scowl to a happy smile.

(Name), how nice to see you." Arthur threw the door open and hugged you. After having your ribs crack from the hug, he let go, taking a step back. Francis popped his head around the kitchen, wondering what all the fuss was about.

"(Name), 'ow nice of you to drop by!" He exclaimed, coming up and hugging you as well. The few ribs that weren't cracked from Arthur's bone-breaking hug were then cracked. Francis let go of you, stepping back to look at you.

"My, you 'ave grown even more ma Cherie!" He told you, his blue eyes sparkling. Arthur came up beside him, and, standing on his tip-toes, gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Shouldn't you be in the kitchen cooking?" He asked. A look of horror flashed across the French man's face as he remembered what he had left in the kitchen. He hurried back into the kitchen, Arthur following him after sending a dazzling smile in your direction. You giggled to yourself, walking into the living room. There, sitting in the middle of the floor, was Matthew, playing with a game console. The shy boy looked up when he heard the door open.

"Hey Matthew," you greeted, walking to him. He blushed a bit, not used to the fact that you didn't ignore him.

"H-hi (Name)," the timid boy stuttered out. "M-my brother is in h-his room." Thanking him, you walked up the stairs and knocked on the door which had a massive American flag on it, with stickers of hamburgers, milkshakes, the McDonald's logo, and other American things, slapped around it. Hearing an 'Enter!' you opened the door and walked into your boyfriend's room.

"Hey (Name)! I didn't know we had something planned," Alfred F. Jones admitted, his cheeks flushing a bit. "I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you."

You walked over to his bed, which, not to your surprise, had the American Flag on it, with the all the State names beneath it. Sitting down on it, you sighed.

"We didn't have anything planned, I ... I just wanted to be with you," you admitted, dully. Noticing your down-cast eyes, Alfred walked over from where he had been sitting in front of his desk, no doubt playing computer games with his online friends.

He sat down on your right and wrapped his left arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

"Your parents fighting again?" Though it was a question, he already knew the answer to it. You pushed your face into his chest, tears welling up in your eyes.

"I hate my family, we're so messed up! Parents aren't supposed to shout and scream each other. They shouldn't threaten each other, waving big knives in the air. I want a calm, peaceful, loving family Alfred. I wish I was part of your family!" You told him, tears streaking down from your eyes. Alfred gently wiped them away with his fingers, his palms on both sides of your head.

"You don't want to be part of this family (Nickname) cos everyone will make fun of the fact that you have two dads. We keep moving from one place to another, because people can't accept that times are moving on, that men can get married to men, and women can get married to women. They don't understand that love is love, no matter gender, age or race. Before I came to this school, I had no friends, Matthew was the closest thing I had to a friend. Everyone else stayed away from us, I never had a partner for lessons, I was always by myself. (Name) the pain I've felt because of other people, is something I don't want you to ever feel," he told you, his blue eyes dimming as he recalled his past. "Also you don't want to be part of our family, cos that means we couldn't be able to date and do other things!"

You laughed at the last bit. Trust Alfred to say something really mature and sensible then at the end say something childish. He smiled along with you, loving the sound of your laugh. When you had finished laughing, you looked up at him.

"Thanks, Alf, I needed that." Your hand went to his head, cupping his neck, and bringing him down to your height. This wasn't your first kiss, wasn't even close, but you could still see fireworks when your lips connected with his. It was a sweet kiss, and would have probably turned into more if a certain Brit hadn't swung open the door.

"Alfred dinner is rea-" Arthur trailed off as he saw you lip locking with his son. His face turned a bright red. ".. Oh... I-I'm really s-sorry. You k-keep going.. pretend I didn't come in!" With that he turned on his heel and practically bolted down the stairs, his face still red. You heard Francis' airy laugh float up the stairs, most likely from his husband's face.

"Well that spoilt the mood," Alfred muttered, causing you to laugh. You got up from his embrace and walked towards the door.

"Come on, like your dad said, dinner's ready!"