The young, blond-haired, clear cerulean blue-eyed boy sat silently across the long, beautifully decorated, solid oak dinner table from his older brother. He spooned food (which must have been meant to be peas) around his plate, which, was made of the finest English china. He kept his eyes down, avoiding contact. He must have looked ten at most.

The Englishman that sat across the table from the young boy was also silent, as if the two had completely run out of topics for conversation. Which wasn't true in the long-run.

Alfred occasionally glanced up at Arthur, opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but then lost the words, closed his mouth and looked back down at the severely burnt food that lie on his plate.

He must have finally built up his courage after the 6th time of deciding against speaking when he knew it was time to say something.

"Arthur?" Alfred said, almost mumbled, his head still down.

"Yes, Alfred?"

"Uhm... I had a question..."

"Yes, yes what is it?"

"Well... uh..." Arthur watched his little brother curiously. What's so important that he can't just be blunt about it? he thought to himself.

"Well, I was wondering... if I ever had parents?"

The Brit froze mid-bite of a spoonful of burnt... well, whatever he had made for dinner. "P-parents?" he stuttered.

"Yeah, all of my friends talk about their mom and dad, so…"

Arthur was stunned. I never thought he'd ask me something like this! Bloody hell! What do I say? he thought frantically. "W-Well, Alfred..." he began, unsure of the answer that he would provide the young child."When a man and a woman love each other…"

"Not this speech again!" Alfred yelped, covering his ears quickly as if this was the millionth time Arthur tried to tell him this... or it might as well have been.

"Again?" he stared at the other across the table, "Who told you this before?"

"…Uncle Francis?"

Arthur made a mental note to murder that disgusting frog and chop him into little pieces and feed him to the Caribbean sharks for soiling the poor boy's innocent mind.

He cleared his throat, "So what brings this up all of a sudden?"

Alfred looked up sheepishly, "Um…. some of my friends were talking about their mom and dad, so… I was just wondering…" he said, returning his gaze back down again.

Arthur Kirkland, the almighty British Empire, one who destroyed the Spanish armada, and one who ruled many colonies, was melting inside from his American colony's sheer cuteness. But of course, he wouldn't show that he was doing so because he was a sturdy leader; except for the slight involuntary blush on his cheeks. "If you want to know the truth… you… you don't have parents, Alfred…" the Island Empire felt horrible for spitting it out that way, but it was the truth. Lying to the poor boy would devastate him if he found out the truth later in life.

"Oh…" the little colony felt so alone in the world now. "Then… where did I come from?"

"I believe Finland and Sweden had found you and told your 'Uncle Francis' and I. Don't you remember?"

"Oh…" Alfred played with the… burnt, aura-emitting food on his plate with the fork in hand for a bit longer before looking up once again. "Arthur?"

"Yes, Alfred?"

"So where do babies come from?

Arthur nearly choked on his fork.

Tis just a short one-shot! ^^ I had this idea in my head for a while, so I finally decided to write it all down.

I apologize to those waiting for the next chapter of Bomber Jackets! I'm working on it, but my idea well is running a bit dry... T.T If you guys have ANY ideas you'd like to have in the fanfiction, please PM me or put them in a review for Middle School, Bomber Jackets, and Young Love chapter 6! Thanks! \(TuT)/

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