Alfred huffed in annoyance for the umpteenth time, pouting at the corner of the old fashioned couch while his mother and her best friend cooed over the new baby. He wasn't jealous, he wasn't! Hero's don't get jealous! He, Alfred F. Jones, was just.. bored! Yeah, he was bored. They've been there for over an hour talking about the little bald, drooling, stupid baby...
"Alfie, do you wanna hold Arthur?" His mother's question pulled him out of his mental ranting, taking him by surprise. "H-hold him?" His mom's friend, Alice, nodded with a gentle smile, hold a soft plaid green, bundled blanket holding the stupid baby. He huffed a bit, but reluctantly held his arms out awaiting. He might as well get this over with. Miss Alice leaned over and delicately placed the baby in his arms.
At first, the little American boy disliked the heaviness in his arms. He disliked how the baby had huge caterpillar eyebrows. He really disliked-
Then he opened his eyes.
The boy felt as though his whole being was filled with a strange warmth at the sight of those dark, sparkling emeralds. They were filled with innocent curiousity, staring at him with interest. Alfred felt the edges of his lips twitch upward when the blond baby smiled at him.
... Maybe Arthur wasn't a stupid baby after all.
My first real USUK oneshot.
Idea by friend.
Baibai.