You've been stressing yourself due to work so Arthur invited you for a picnic, you didn't reject him because it's also a good idea to have a break. The picnic is located at the top of the hill, so it's great to spend some time there!
"Hey Arthur, how come you have lots of free time?" you questioned the gentleman. A very prosperous country like the United Kingdom shouldn't have a time to spare despite the unreachable success.
"Me? I don't do work unless I want to." he simply replied while taking a bite on the sandwich he brought. It surprised you at first but you realized that Arthur shouldn't be the ONLY one doing the works. All he had to do was public duties and the like.
"Really? I envy you..." you pouted miserably. "Arthur, switch places with me!" you demanded which was very impossible.
"No way." he chuckled as response.
"Ahh... I want to leave my boss as soon as possible... He's making me do his own freaking work!" you groaned with the urge of pulling your beautiful and smooth hair.
"How ungentlemanly, letting a lady get stressed." he hit that right.
"Indeed!" you agreed relentlessly.
Ever since you became a country, Arthur was the only person you want spend time with. You felt so happy when he's around but that doesn't mean you're falling in love with him! You and Arthur are best friends, helping each other when war comes and you're always there to help him. In the end you're the one who always need help. You always have wars with France and China, you can beat up France alone but when it comes to China you can't beat him because Russia is on his side. That damned Snow Prince.
In the middle of a carefree conversation, you heard baby cries down to the hillside but Arthur didn't hear it for he was too immersed on his story.
"A-Arthur, did you just heard a baby crying?" your eyes roamed every sight.
"Not really." Arthur said nonchalantly.
"I heard it!"
"You're just hearing things."
"Really! I'm telling the truth! Let's check it out!"
"Like i said, you're only hearing things..."
You and Arthur went down the hillside. You were assisted by the man because of your heeled shoes. You saw two children wearing white ruffled clothing. The child with a blue eyes has a ribbon around his neck while the child with a violet eyes is holding a cream teddy bear.
"Arthur, are they abandoned?" you asked, hiding behind the trees still staring at the children. You really wanted to approach them but you were afraid that you might scare them off and run away.
"I don't know, Let's ask them." he said, walking ahead leaving you behind.
'Ask them...? Is he nuts? They're practically babies! How can they talk!?' Despite this, you followed him.
"Hello there." Arthur greeted them.
"Hello..." the two adorable babies faced Arthur at the same time and greeted them in unison
'They can talk!?' you thought helplessly.
"What are you doing here? and where are your parents?" Arthur calmly asked, not trying to scare the children.
"We don't know..." It was kind of surprising that they were very calm after knowing they don't have parents or they might abandoned them.
"So how you two end up here?" It was your turn to ask.
"When we open our eyes, and we're here!" said the blue eyed one cheerfully, his eyes sparkling.
"H-Hey Arthur, don't tell me..."
"Ah, newly born countries."
"What are we gonna do...?" you tugged on Arthur's sleeve.
"What else-" Arthur was cut off as he was interrupted by the curly haired little boy.
"Ma...ma?" the violet eyed one said, his cuteness was trying to kill you.
"Wow ___, he called you Mama." Arthur mockingly chuckled yet you didn't feel that it was meant to be an insult.
"Bloody hell!?" Arthur's thick eyebrow raised in the suddenness of how the boy addressed him.
"He called you Papa, Arthur..." you muttered, suppressing your laughter. Then, you and Arthur stared at each other, you both are thinking the same. 'They call us Mama and Papa...' You two blushed after reading the thoughts of each other.
"Hey, Papa! Mama! Can you become our parents?" the blue eyed one asked.
"Arthur... This is serious."
"That's my line, _____."
"I guess we have no choice, we can't leave them here right?"
"What are your names?" you asked sweetly.
"We don't know..."
"Hmmm... Arthur, help me with this. You name the blue eyes one."
You crouched down on the level of the boy. "Then how about I name you... Matthew?" you smiled at him while caressing his cheeks.
"Okay!" Matthew was quick to throw his short arms over your neck. Matthew was ridiculously adorable.
"What's his name, Arthur?"
"How about 'Alfred'?" His naming sense was interesting. Arthur didn't put much thinking into it but the name sounded good to your ears.
You gave Arthur a nod.
"So... Matthew Kirkland and Alfred Kirkland?"
"Don't forget, ____ Kirkland" he teased with a smug smirk plastered on his face.
"You really like teasing me!" you pouted and held Matthew in your arms and Arthur did the same.
In Arthur's house...
"Should I bring Matthew at my house?" you asked, setting Matthew down on the couch.
"Alfred's gonna be lonely if you do that, why don't you live here?" he said, also putting Alfred down.
"What...? Can you repeat that again?" you thought your ears were just fooling around with you.
"Why don't you live here?" he repeated as if it wasn't a big deal. Well, it really wasn't a big deal. His house was like a small mansion though he got no maids and he lived alone.
"Are you serious?"
Arthur placed his hand on his waist and smiled reassuringly. "Of course, love."
You were still thinking twice. You got few things to do as well. "Will my boss let me?"
Arthur walked over to you and pat your head.
"I'll talk to him."
"Are you sure? I'm probably causing you trouble."
"Come on ___! We're their parents now!"
"Alfred, Matthew, are you hungry?" Arthur asked the two little ones.
"Then I'll coo-"
"Let me do it!" you said quickly, if you let Arthur cook, it's the sad end of the kid's taste buds.
"Mama, can I help you?" Matthew asked shyly.
"Sure." you grinned.
You and Matthew head to the kitchen. Then weird ideas suddenly popped out in your mind when you looked at Matthew. ' Hey wait! What does Arthur mean that we're already their parents now!?...Parents... In bed... Sleeping together...' you blushed deep red at the thought.
"Mama? Something wrong? Do you have a fever?" Matthew asked worriedly.
"Oh it's nothing... And by the way, what would you like to eat?"
"Pancakes... With maple syrup!" again, with that adorability... if such word exists...
"How about you, Alfred?" you asked, to the other little monster.
"I think hamburgers."
"So... what can you do, huh Matthew?"
"I can arrange pancakes!" What he mean is placing the pancakes on the plate, of course.
Arthur and Alfred on the other hand...
"Hey git." Arthur's attitude had changed dramatically."Git? My name's Alfred! Don't call me that, bushy-brows!" Alfred stuck out his tongue.
'This brat... He has a same attitude as ___...'
"Papa, Why do you have such thick eyebrows?"
"You wanker!" Arthur snapped, then Alfred ran to the kitchen in a panic.
'Those words... Exactly belongs to ___...'
He was about to think it was your true child due to his similar attitude.
Matthew's cuteness keep distracting you from your cooking. It's your first time taking care of a child so you'll try to contact someone for advice.
"Oh Alfred...? What are you doing here?" You noticed Alfred hugging your leg.
"Papa is being mean to me!" he said, starting to cry.
"That man..." you sighed. "Hey Arthur! Can you get your British rear in here!?" you snarled from the kitchen.
'This is bad... ___ is angry...' he thought worriedly, so he headed to the kitchen.
"W-What is it?" When Arthur saw you he blushed, you look like a real mother now, the way you cook the pancakes all motherly-like.
"Look what you've done to Alfred."
"Tell me what Arthur did to you."
"What the--?" Arthur looked so guilty.
"Arthur, you can't be a good parent to them if you're being mean to Alfred." you sighed.
"My bad..." he approached to you and kissed you on the cheek as an apology and sat at the chair.
"Mama, did you cook hamburgers?"
"Yeah." you replied, placing the burgers on the table. As Matthew said, he's the one who placed the pancakes on the plate. He look so cute when he do that.
"Papa, pass me the ketchup." said Alfred
"What are you doing...?" Arthur asked, Alfred drew faces on the burger with the ketchup. He drew you and Arthur holding hands, Alfred and Matthew between you.
"How cute." Was the only thing you said. It was already night when you looked at the window. You wanted to go home but you know that Arthur won't let you.
Later, after Alfred and Matthew finished their food, they relaxed while sitting on your lap, falling asleep a while later. Arthur helped you carry them to his bedroom and let them sleep on his bed.
"Now what are we gonna do...?" you asked, slightly blushing.
"Sleep." Arthur removed his shoes and his gloves and lay down beside Alfred and you did the same without hesitation.
"___..." he whispered softly.
"Let's raise them."