1pov

"_, love, are you alright?" a man with toxic green eyes and thick, black brows under stripped yellow mop of hair stated as he cradled my neck.

I looked at him with confusion hazed (e/c) eyes. "...Who's _?"

A blonde teen behind the thick-eyebrow man widened his sea blue eyes and his face was unreadable, at least to me. The green eyed man furrowed his bushy brows and hauled me up from the floor. "...You're _." As I gave him a questioning look, he looked over my shoulder in frustration. "Bloody hell Francis! How hard did you hit her?!"

"Not that hard, I'm sure!" came a concerned voice behind me. I turned to see a man with longish blond hair and dressed like a woman. If it weren't for the voice and the stubble on his chin, I would've thought he was a woman. "At any rate, this is good, oui?"

"How the bloody hell is this good?!" With a sigh, Eyebrows turned back to me. "I'm so sorry for all this, love. How about we start over? My name is Arthur Kirkland." He moved his gesture to the teen behind him, still thinking on something that must be really important. "He is Alfred Jones." He again gestured to the he/she behind me with crossed, hairy arms and tapping the pink pump on his foot. "And that's Francis Bonnefoy." After I looked back at Arthur, he gestured to me. "Your name is _ V-"

"JONES~!" Alfred cried, breaking his deeply concentrated face, startling the two men and me. "You're a Jones by blood, li'l sis~!"

Arthur smiled strainfully at me then it turned into a growl when he turned away, snatching the cloth of Alfred's flight jacket and dragging him around the corner. I think they assumed they had privacy there, but I heard every word.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?!"

"Francis was right for once! This is a golden opportunity!"

"Giving her false accusations about her family? She's not your sister, and you know it! Why are you lying to her face?!"

"Think about it, Iggy! She can't remember jack! If she's on our side in this war, then she'll fight with us!"

"What does that change, git?!"

"Don't you wonder where her uncle and dad got their brains from while Ludwig was busy with other stuff? It has to be from her! She's the strategist from the family, I just know it!"

"Okay, fine! You have a point, but she'll know the truth eventually."

When they came back, they smiled at me, and I couldn't help but avoid their gaze. "...You lied to me?" I asked. They stopped in their tracks with wide eyes. "I'm not Alfred's sister, aren't I?"

The two seemed relieved as they chuckled a little and Arthur walked up to me. "I'm sorry, love." he apologized. "Alfred was just testing to see if you truly remembered your family."

"...No he wasn't..." I stated depressingly. "He just wants me to think I'm in his family for some reason."

"You're right~!" Alfred shouted, his smile still plastered on his face. "You caught me. You're not a Jones." Suddenly, he took Arthur and shoved him to me. "You're a Kirkland~!"

"What?!"

"Oui~!" Francis smiled, pushing me to Arthur also. "You're Arthur's daughter for sure~!"

"What the bloody-"

"Listen." the two snatched him and whispered low enough for me to hardly catch a word, but I still listened close. "_'s papa's a tsundere. You're a tsundere. Alfred's plan was a flunk when you dragged him off and yelled at the top of your lungs, and she can't stay with me because of Gil and Toni."

"Please Artie with ice cream on top?"

"Ugh! Fine."

Arthur turned back with a small smile. "Why not we go home?" he asked. "You must be tired and hungry, sweetheart."

I would've called on his bluff then and there, but I didn't have any proof that he was lying. Besides, where else was I going to go? It wasn't like I had any other family, so I smiled and took his hand. "Yes...daddy."