A/N: Hello! I got this cute idea that i needed to write, plus I needed a break from my other story "Supernaturally weird". This was suppose to be a one shot but I have no idea how long this might be. It may turn into a short series or a bunch of drabbles.

Important Note:

Their sons are basically their chibi versions, I just changed the name.

Alfred - (Father), Alfie - (son)
Arthur - (Father), Iggy - (son)

Enjoy!

Honking cars can be heard as the morning traffic moves slowly on the road, every driver wishing the lights to turn faster and some regretting waking up late. One such driver was Alfred F. Jones, who not only woke up late but didn't manage to drink his coffee, which he desperately needs if he was going to be handling the bouncing ball of energy in the back seat that was his son. Alfred F. Jones Jr., or Alfie for short, was a 5 year old ball of endless energy that kept even his active dad busy. Alfred raised his eyes to the rear view mirror to look at his son watching out of the window, bouncing in his seat with excitement.

"Hey kiddo, you excited?" asked Alfred with a smile. Alfie turned a toothy grin at his dad, looking like him in every way from the smile to the signature Jones cowlick, minus the glasses his father always wore.

"I'm gonna show everybody my tooth! And I get to see my friends and the play ground again!"

Alfred chuckled at his enthusiasm, "Well, don't forget you're there to learn something too ya know!"

Still bouncing in his seat Alfie Jr. proclaimed, "It's okay, you can teach me later! I wanna play!"

Raising his eyebrows at his kid, "Just coz I'm one of your teachers does not mean I play favorites, remember to behave okay?" then Alfred remembered the memo he got from the supervisor, "Oh and it looks like we're gonna have a new student too."

Alfie perked up at that, "Really? Who is he? What's his name? I can show him around and I can be his first ever friend!"

Alfred laughed, "Yeah you can buddy!"

They arrived at the school about 5 minutes late.

Still lacking caffeine in his system, Alfred could barely keep up with the rowdy kids in his class. Don't get him wrong, the little tykes were cute and all but without the much needed coffee boost, they were gonna wear him out before recess, and class had just started.

Turning to face the classroom, the blue eyed American called for attention, "Alright guys, settle down. It's time for class! Good morning!"

As the kids scrambled to settle into their respective tables they all greeted their favorite teacher, "Good Morning Mr. Jones!"

"Right, before we start, I'd like to introduce you guys to someone new."

Alfred smiled at the kids curious looks, eager to know who their new classmate was going to be. Alfred opened the door and was whispering to someone outside, gesturing for them to come in. After a minute, Mr. Jones was guiding a small blond boy to the front of the room.

From a table near the window, Alfie Jr. looked to see who his new friend was gonna be and watched as his dad helped the boy in front. He couldn't see the little boy's face yet coz he was looking down towards the floor. Alfie watched his dad put a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder, making him feel less nervous.

Alfred sensed that the kid was being shy, so he gave his shoulder a soft squeeze of support.

"Hey, welcome to the class. These are your new classmates, why don't you introduce yourself?"

Fidgeting in place, the small boy slowly lifted his head to face the class, "H-hello, My name is Iggy, n-nice to meet you.", then he looked down shyly again.

Satisfied, Alfred guided Iggy towards an empty seat next to Alfie, "Nice to meet you too Iggy! Now, why don't you take a seat over there so we can start class."

Alfie made room on the two seater table for Iggy, who carefully took his seat and laid his green bunny bag next to him. And little Alfie wasted no time, putting out his hand and smiling his best smile, he quietly introduced himself.

"Hi! I'm Alfie! Nice to meetcha Iggy!"

The smaller boy blinked in surprise at the outstretched hand, looking up to the smiling face of a blue eyed boy that looked a lot like their teacher. Remembering his manners, Iggy accepted the handshake.

"H-hello."

Alfie grinned more when Iggy accepted the handshake, now they're friends! And he noticed something nice too!

"You have pretty eyes."

"W-what?" stammered Iggy, getting a bit nervous when Alfie came closer looking intently at him.

"Your eyes. Their green. It's pretty."

"Um, thank you?"

Smiling again, Alfie replied "You're welcome!", then added, "I'll show you around later. And we can play on the swing too! I'm gonna be he bestest friend you ever had!"

Friend? They were friends already? Iggy thought it was going to be hard to make new friends but it looks like he already has one. The small boy gave a tiny smile, eyes sparkling, and said, "Okay."

Recess found time for two new friends to get to know each other better, with Alfie and Iggy eating their snacks together on one of the tables out on the grassy play ground. Alfie found everything about Iggy interesting as he constantly asked him questions and tried making jokes to see if he can see that smile again. It was small but Alfie knew he saw it and he knew he wanted to see it more on his new friend's face. He also wanted to see more of Iggy's eyes, they were really really green! They talked as they ate.

"Dad makes the best PB&J sandwich! What's yours?" asked Alfie as he took out his sandwich.

"I have scones with lots of different jams, mum likes to make them." said Iggy, taking out his own snack to compare.

"I'll give you some of my sandwich for a scone!"

"You can have two. I have lots." Taking the offered scones, Alfie wanted to ask something important.

"How come you talk funny?"

"I don't talk funny!" said the green eyed boy in a defending tone.

"You say your words different."

"It's normal to me and everyone back home. You're the funny sounding one!" pouted the smaller boy.

"That's coz I am funny!" said Alfie with a proud grin, causing Iggy to snort, "No your not."

"And how come your eyebrows are big?" Reaching out to touch them as Iggy covered them with his tiny hands.

"They're not big! Stop looking at them!"

"It's okay! I like 'em!"

But Iggy just covered them up more as he ate his scones.

Undeterred, Alfie kept on with his questions, "Where'd ya go to school before?"

"In England, it's really far away."

"How far?"

"We crossed the sea to get here."

"Wow! You crossed the sea?! Cool!"

Iggy nodded solemnly, cleaning up his snack. Alfie noticed he had grown quiet, "Hey, do you miss it?"

The green eyed boy slumped a bit, "Yeah..". Alfie pouted, not liking that Iggy was sad and thought of how to cheer him up. Then he got an idea. He got off the bench and stood in front of Iggy, the small boy looking questioningly at Alfie's wide impish smile, then "TAG! Your It!" he ran off. It took the English boy a second to realize he'd been tagged and then he was off chasing down Alfie, "Hey! Not fair! I'm gonna get you!"

Alfred had just finished putting together the class' next lesson and decided to check on how Iggy was doing. The little guy was kinda nervous and was really shy, but he did see Alfie drag him out the door to the play ground. Alfred got to the kids and saw that his son was chasing Iggy around, it looked like they were playing tag.

Alfie chased Iggy all over the play ground, up the fort, down the slide, around the merry-go-round and even jumping from the seesaws and swings. As they ran, Alfie got closer and closer until he reached Iggy and then tackled the boy to the ground, laughing victoriously!

"I gotcha! I gotcha! I win!"

Alfie stopped his laughing when he heard a tiny whimper under him, then a sniffle. Worried, Alfie stood to inspect the other boy.

"Iggy?"

He saw Iggy was tearing up and that he had blood on his chin. Now alarmed, Alfie tried to help his friend as he apologized.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't cry!"

Fortunately, Alfred had been watching when his son had tackled the boy and was already there to help. Iggy was full on crying now and it was causing Alfie to cry in worry as well, Alfred tried to soothe both of them as he picked up the smaller boy in his arms.

"It's okay Iggy, don't worry. We're gonna fix you up and you'll be good as new okay? Come on Al, you come too."

"NO!" Iggy cried out, and Alfie stopped in his tracks. Alfred turned to the toddler now clutching at his shirt and burying his face into it.

"Hey, it's okay. Alfie here just wants to help."

Iggy replied with a more muffled but clearly understood, "No." followed by a hiccup. Alfred sighed and turned to his son who was looking down with guilt.

Hey bud, why don't you run ahead and tell the nurse what happened while I take care of Iggy here. Meet you there alright?"

Alfie nodded silently and took of towards the door while Alfred carried Iggy, making soothing sounds and gestures as they made their way to the clinic.

It took some time to pry the now quiet boy from his tear soaked shirt but Alfred managed to make him let go long enough to place him on a chair so the nurse can attend to him. Said nurse, Elizabetha, pinned her hair away from her face with a flowery barrette and cooed over her adorable patient.

"Oh dear, you poor thing. Let me fix that up for you okay?" she said softly, taking a bottle of disinfectant and some cotton balls. Alfred stood near by with his son, obviously still upset about hurting his new friend, and ruffled the boy's hair. Alfie looked up at his dad, who gave him a reassuring smile.

"I know you didn't mean it, he'll be okay and then you guys can work it out, alright?"

Biting his lip, Alfie nodded and looked towards where Iggy was seated. The English boy was squirming away from Elizabetha, eyeing the disinfectant with cautious fear.

"I don't want that!"

"But it'll help make the boo boo go away. Don't you want to get better?"

"But it hurts!"

Seeing Iggy distressed prompted Alfie to leave his father's side to go to his friend, not caring if the boy was still upset with him. He stood beside Iggy's chair and took his hand,

"I'm sorry I hurt you. You can squeeze my hand if you want."

Iggy eyed the blue eyed boy warily but didn't let go of his hand, then he nodded and Elizabetha wasted no time on cleaning up the wound. Alfred watched his son with no small amount of pride, he was certainly a little hero. Now that the wound was covered up, Elizabetha patted the boy on the head, "That was very brave of you." then she turned to Alfie, "And you were so nice to help your friend."

Iggy touched his wound with a tiny pout, "But it still hurts."

Alfie looked at it and came up with an idea, his dad did it all the time and never failed to make him feel better. It should work for Iggy too!

"I know how to make it better!"

Iggy looked at him, curious "How?"

Smiling now, Alfie leaned in to grab Iggy's face and planted a small kiss on the bandaged wound. Elizabetha squealed at the cuteness while Alfred just blinked in surprise and amusement, cheeky brat.

"Aww! That is so sweet! You two are just too cute! Eee!"

The two children shied away from the now giggling nurse, and Alfred took that as his que to take them both back to class. Alfie helped Iggy off the chair and led him out of the room as he followed his dad, not once letting go.

Pretty soon, the day was over and everybody was going home. Alfie put all his stuff in his bag as he waited for his dad to finish cleaning up. He turned towards Iggy, "Is your Mom coming to get you?"

Iggy nodded as he put on his green bunny bag, "Mum'll be late though, he gets tired from work sometimes and forgets to sleep."

"I'll wait with you then!" said Alfie, smiling his gap tooth grin.

It was 30 minutes later that Alfred was still in school with his son and student, waiting for the latter's parent to pick him up. Alfred was getting worried, asking Iggy about his mom to which the child answered that he probably fell asleep and is always late but should be here soon. Not a minute later, a small car pulls up and a man, that looked so much like Iggy it was impossible not to know he was his dad, got out and hurriedly made his way to the trio. As soon as Iggy spotted him he ran yelling, "Mum! Mum! Mum!"

Looking a bit guilty, the man picked up his child and started apologizing, "Oh darling I'm so sorry I was late. I must have fallen asleep again."

To which Iggy replied smartly, "You should sleep so I don't have to wait so much."

The man just chuckled, then noticed the other two standing near by.

"Oh hello, I hope Iggy has been a good boy. I apologize for having made you stay and wait. I'm Arthur Kirkland."

Arthur.

The gorgeous man's name was Arthur. That was the only thing that currently registered in Alfred's stunned mind. When the man came out of the car, he knew right away that it was Iggy's dad but got confused when the kid started calling him "Mum", though that may have explanations, but what floored him was when Arthur turned to introduce himself, giving Alfred a nice complete view. Golden blonde hair framing a small delicate face, noticing a lean slender body when he picked up Iggy, hands that felt soft in his own. And those eyes!

"Beautiful."

"E-excuse me?"

Did he say that out loud? Oh shit he was holding his hand! Oh right they were introducing themselves.

Clearing his suddenly tight throat, Alfred managed to reply, "Ahem, your eyes. It's-They're green. Pretty." Another cough, "Uh, sorry. I'm Alfred. Alfred F. Jones, this is my son Alfie and I'm also Iggy's teacher."

"O-oh, pleasure to meet you Mr. Jones."

"Call me Alfred."

After another second of awkward silence, they both noticed that neither of them had let go of the other's hand and quickly dropped the hand shake, both blushing in the process. And to add more to the awkwardness, Alfie decided to ask, "Why do you call your dad, mom?", directing his question to Iggy. To which the boy replied in confusion, "Because he's mum."

Alfred decided to interfere before his son's curiosity kills his own father out of embarrassment. Alfred ruffled Alfie's hair as he apologized to Arthur, "I'm sorry, he didn't mean to pry. Alfie's got a curious mind."

"No, it's alright." said Arthur, then he put Iggy down and crouched to Alfie's eye level and smiled, "You're a keen lad aren't you? Quite smart too I bet."

Alfie grinned, already worming his way into the English man's heart, "I'm smart coz Dad's smart!"

Arthur chuckled at the child's enthusiasm; if he hand't already an adorable son of his own he might have wanted to adopt this one.

"You have pretty eyes too! Just like Iggy!"

Like father like son it seems. But Arthur really needed to get going, so he turned to pick up his son again and that's when he saw it.

"Iggy! How did you get that wound?! What the bloody hell happened?!"

Iggy blinked up at his mum, then touched his bandaged chin. He had forgotten all about it. Then Alfie spoke up,

"I'm sorry. It was my fault."

Arthur whirled to face the now guilty looking boy then turned to his father for an explanation.

"Mr. Jones, would you care to explain what exactly happened to my son?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Alfred sighed "They were running around playing tag. Alfie was chasing Iggy when he tackled him and they both hit the ground. Iggy's chin got scraped when they fell."

Arthur was about to scold the man when he felt someone pulling on his pants and found Alfie staring at him, teary eyed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt Iggy." Then his own son came in defense of his new friend.

"Don't be mad mum. Alfie helped!" God, how was anyone to stand a chance against two wide eyed angels looking up at them with such innocence?

"I-I see. Are you sure you're alright dear? Does it hurt still?"

Iggy smiled, "Nope, Alfie kissed it better!"

"Yeah! Like dad does with me! I'm a hero!"

Arthur exhaled a short laugh, really...These children were too adorable for their own good. They'll be the death of him.

"I'm sorry that Iggy got injured on his first day at school." apologized Alfred.

"He seems fine, so no harm done. And it seems he's made a new friend already. Im glad." Arthur smiled softly at the now conversing children, then looked up to find Alfred staring at him.

Beautiful eyes. Sexy accent. Gorgeous smile. This guy was perfect. His staring caused another bout of blushing on the English man's cheeks, which Alfred is quickly finding to be really cute, and decided it was time to go home.

"Well, it was lovely meeting you both, but we'd best be on our way. Say goodbye now darling."

"Bye bye Alfie." said Iggy reluctantly, to which Alfie replied eagerly, "See you tomorrow okay?" making Iggy smile.

"Okay."

Their parents bid each other farewell too, albeit more awkwardly.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Jones."

"Please, call me Alfred. Mr. Jones makes me sound old."

"Alright, well...nice meeting you Alfred." chuckled Arthur.

"Same to you. Guess I'll see ya around then?" said Alfred, daring to smile and raise a brow at him.

"I suppose so." Arthur nodded another goodbye, picked up Iggy, said goodbye to Alfie and the two made their way to their car. Alfred picked up his own son as he walked towards the parking lot to his own car and watched Arthur and Iggy drive away.

"Well, today was a busy day, wasn't it bud?" asked Alfred as he unlocked the door to their apartment, carry his and his son's stuff over to the couch as Alfie scrambled for the TV remote.

"Yeah, I made a new friend and so did you!"

Alfred chuckled, "I hope so."

A knock sounded on their door and Alfred raised his voice, "Who is it?"

"Sorry to bother you, I'm your new neighbor. I just moved in and hadn't managed to greet any of the neighbors yet." said a muffled yet familiar voice.

"Oh, hold on. I'm coming." said Alfred as he went to the door to open it, revealing Arthur with Iggy hiding behind his leg clutching a stuffed green bunny with wings.

The moment the door opened, Arthur and Alfred simply froze while Iggy peered into the room and spotted his friend, "Alfie?"

Alfie turned to see a familiar green eyed boy at his door step and shot off the couch towards him, "Iggy! It's you!"

The taller of the two boys hugged the other, "We're neighbors! This is awesome! Come on! I wanna show you my room!"

And Alfie dragged Iggy into their apartment towards his room, leaving the two adults to process this new bit of information and decided they should say something.

"Hi."

"Hi."

A/N: So watcha think? Reviews are gold! And not to worry, I am working on the next chapter for "Supernaturally weird".

I've also noticed something when I write, this story was supposed to be a rated T but I couldnt do it! Maybe I'll make a side story about the adults...maybe. My first story was an M when I was going for a T, now this. Middle ground is hard.