Let me know if you want me to make this story a bunch of one-shots featuring little!Arthur please!
"What sound does the piggy say Artie?" Alfred asked the toddler, who was sucking his thumb and watching his dad intently. He chose not to speak, waiting expectantly for Alfred to answer his own question.
"The piggy goes oink! Can you say oink? Come on Art, make a piggy noise."
Wait for it...
"Moo," Arthur answered, smiling when Alfred pretended to gasp loudly.
"Moo? The piggy says moo?" He asked, grabbing the two year old and tickling his sides, causing Arthur to shriek with laughter. His hair was damp from his earlier bath, and Alfred had dressed him in blue and green striped footie pajamas.
Arthur had only been with them for about two weeks, but it was if if they'd had him since he was born. Arthur showed no discomfort around them whatsoever, choosing to gobble up the attention that was now being to him. This life was a lot different than his old one, where he had to wait more than a day for a single diaper change.
"Bye bye!" Arthur waved. Alfred knew the routine, and put his hands over his eyes. He waited a few seconds before uncovering them and letting out a fake cry of shock.
"Oh no, where'd my baby Artie go!?" The American exclaimed, looking around the room. It was quite obvious that the tot had decided to hide in his pile of stuffed animals tonight, but he decided to humor him.
"Hmm...is Artie over here?" He asked aloud, pulling she sheets of the bed down. "Nope. I wonder...is he under the bed?"
Alfred ended up checking the closet, the toy box, and behind the curtains before finally walking towards the pile of stuffed animals in the bin at the foot of the bed. He slowly removed a few animals from the bottom, revealing a foot. Then he took the big stuffed money away, coming face to face with a certain two year old.
"Look what I found! A baby!" Alfred yelled excitedly, planting a big kiss on Arthur's little nose. Arthur shrieked and tried to escape, but to no avail. Alfred scooped his child up and tossed him in the air. Arthur flew up inches from the ceiling, screaming with laughter as he landed back into Alfred's strong hands.
Alfred, while still holding Arthur, plopped down onto the carpeted floor. He laid back and held Arthur above him, imitating loud airplane noises while spinning the still laughing toddler back and forth.
When he decided that Arthur would probably either pass out from lack of oxygen or pee himself, he stopped and cradled him into his arms. It was quite obvious that the little guy was tuckered out, as he was starting to rub at his eyes.
"You ready to go say night-night to father and big brother Francis?" He asked. Arthur nodded tiredly, and so Alfred carried him downstairs to the living room. Ivan was sitting on the couch with Francis in his lap, and the five year old was watching looney toons.
"Someone wants to say goodnight!" Alfred announced as the came down the stairs. Ivan smiled at the sight of their newest edition, and held out his arms.
"Come get your night-night Arthur." The Large Russian said, and so Alfred passed Arthur over to him. Ivan proceeded to shower Arthur's cheeks with kisses, and blow raspberries on his neck which had Arthur squealing once again.
"Alright, say goodnight to big brother," Ivan said, and Arthur leaned over to plant a kiss on Francis's cheek, and scowled and wiped the spit and drool off.
Francis was still a little jealous of his new brother. He was use to getting all of his parent's attention over the past year, but now he had to share his time with a loud, noisy, drooly two year old. It was getting a little better though, Alfred knew, because today he'd watched Francis help Arthur learn to color with crayons. The walls needed a lot of washing because of that..
"Alright, time to go nighty-night!" Alfred sang, snatching Arthur away from Ivan. "We're going to brush our teeth, and then have a story, and then Artie is going to have dreams about pirates and cookies. Is that right buddy?"
"Cookie!" Arthur demanded, and Ivan glared at Alfred for saying the 'c-word' before bed. Whenever Arthur heard anything about cookies, he wouldn't stop demanding for one. The kid had a serious sweet tooth.
"I'll tell you what. If you're a good boy and go night-night, then tomorrow you can have two cookies instead of one. How's that?" Alfred compromised.
"Yeah!"
After that, Alfred helped Arthur brush his teeth. He was actually learning to do it really well by himself, with the exception of getting toothpaste all over the counter. He brushed until the sand timer was done, and Alfred clapped, causing the child to beam.
"Which story do you want? Let me guess...Peter Pan?"
"Yeah! Peter Pan!" Arthur agreed. Alfred laid Arthur down in his little bed that was complete with guard rails and a comforter with truck designs on it. He tucked the blankets around Arthur, and also tucked Arthur's teddy bear in beside him.
"Okay, let's read some Peter Pan..."
It took less than ten minutes before Arthur was passed out. Alfred closed the story book and put it back, taking a moment to take in the sleeping sight of their new baby. He was so glad that they had gotten the privilege to be the ones who got to have Arthur. Kiku must have known that Arthur would fit in perfectly with their family. God he was an awesome social worker!
"Goodnight baby boy," He whispered, brushing back Arthur's soft locks and placing a kiss on his forehead. "I love you."
He was looking forward to raising Arthur. There would be many fun times ahead, he could already tell. This whole 'being a family' thing was amazing. Alfred thought that he and Ivan made a pretty good pair of parents. With Francis and Arthur, they were a perfect little family. Maybe one day they'd foster even another child.
But for now, they were pretty content with what they had.
a/n: Gah, I can't help but write about little Arthur! He's just so insanely adorable, and my brain automatically comes up with every cute thing to write about that features him. And gosh, parental Alfred and Ivan is the best! I hope you guys enjoyed this. I remember my dad often doing the whole hide and seek, air plane, and throwing up in the air thing with me when I was little too.
Drop a review of something, and maybe let me know if you'd be interested in having this story be a bunch of one-shots with little Artie!
