Alfred F. Jones lived in small city in a tiny neighborhood. He had a brother named Matthew, who carried around a pure white stuffed polar bear, that would squeak, "who?" whenever squeased. He wasn't as bold as Alfred, so the latter was always ignored in his favor. In that small community of his, his Mother was often busy supporting him, and his brother. So, a nanny seemed fit to take care of the identical twins while she was at work.
was a fair woman, that's why her second son, Matthew had gotten her maiden name. Even though she was often donating to serval cause, and still was able to support her family, she hired a cheap Nanny. The reason why this nanny was less expensive, was because of the fact she had a child with her. His name was Arthur Kirkland. Mrs. Kirkland was a very strict, and gentle woman. Both Alfred and Matthew grew to love her and her son very quickly.
Alfred could recall when they first met he was four years old at the time. had sent him in a room with Matthrew, and this strange young boy with huge eyebrows. He couldn't do anything BUT stare! Who the heck had eye brows like that, anyways?!
"Would you stop staring at me, git?" Matthew gasped, after hearing how different the older boy sounded. "Are you fr-from...Um...Enwland?" Matthew whispered clutching onto his Kumajiro bear.
"Nowadays, it's called the U.K, sir. But, yes. I am from England. I am Arthur Kirkland. How do you do?"
He talked fast. Far too fast for Matthew could understand. Where he came from with Daddy, everyone was peaceful and took their time. "U-um..eek..." Matthew mumbled something the Brit couldn't translate.
Alfred continued to stare at Arthur's eyebrows, until he spoke up. "Wow, are those real?!" Ugh, this is why Arthur loathed children. Honsetly, he was eight years old! Why did he have to talk to these...Babies! What were they, three?!
Arthur scolded at him, and huffed up. "Of course they're bloody real!" It took everything he had not to call the baby a, 'sodding wanker.' Mother wouldn't approve of his bahavior, since she was in need of a job. Best not ruin this.
What Alfred didn't notice until he trained his eyes on his face was the face his eyes were green! Everyone he knew eyes were blue! His, Mattie's, Mommy's! All blue. Even 's eyes were green! "You've gots green eyes. They're pwetty." He breathed out.
Matthew was quiet, even though he thought of saying things.
"A-ah, well...Th-thank you." Never in Arthur's short eight years of life did anyone call him 'pretty'. Not even his Mother, but even if she had, would it matter? All Mothers are suppose to boost their child's ego.
Arthur's body blushed. He could feel the warm feeling rushing to his cheeks. "Your face all red...! Ar-are you okay?" Alfred closed the space between them, and probbed Arthur's flushed cheeks.
"St-stupid baby!" He gently swatted Alfred's hand, with his blood cells continued to imigrate to his face. Before Arthur could do anything else, he turned towards the door, to see that his Mother, and The twin's Mother were entering.
"Hey~, hey! Good news boys!! We're gonna be a family from now on!!" squealed in delight, and hugged Arthur, and then her own sons. "E-eh, ma'am you don't have to call us a 'family.'" Wow! She had a funny voice just like A-arth--archur? What was his last name again?
Either way, Matthew and Alfred were happy to have an older brother figure! "Oh, nonsense, Aggie! We'll be like best family ever!" Why was everyone in the family so immature?! Arthur and Agatha thought.
"O-of course, ma'am."
Shortly after, showed Arthur where he'd be bunking. It was a small room, with one king sized bed. The room just smelled of childishness! With, it's light blue wallpaper. Posters of cartoon characters Arthur has never even seen, or heard of before decked the walls! Or, maybe it was how you could still see how the bed was once a crip?!
Well, he would keep a stiff upper lip. He would be thankful he had somewhere to sleep, instead of sharing a room with those...people. He wouldn't even call them 'family', those monsters.
There was a lamp with jungle animals lightly sown onto it. If he wasn't Arthur Kirkland, of the Stratford Kirklands, he'd call it cute. But his IS Arthur Kirkland, of the Stratford Kirklands, so it is not.
Alfred was hopping around, exictedly, showing everything his house had to offer to Arthur! Because, he's so pwetty, and cool! He liked him already! "An-and! This-- this ish our bed!! Y-you'll sleep here with me and Mattie!" He nodded while pointing at the bed. Matthew silently pointed at the desk that held of the adorable lamp. "An-and...That's --" He was cut off by Alfred once again.
"That's our closet!!" Alfred somehow got to the closet before poor Mattie could even finish his baby stutter! Sometimes he really disliked his was so loud, and it upsetted the half-Canadian.
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"Omg, so like, you're gonna be sleepin' here! And, I'm like right across the hall!" , or Emily squealed out. She hasn't had a friend since the twins were born! This is gonna be so fun! They'll stay up late, watch movies, go on adventures, have outtings! BEST! THING! EVER! ",--" Agatha was cut off again.
"I just know we'll all be great friends. I haven't had a friend since my kids were born, and after the divorce..." Emily trailed off, with a sad smile. Agatha frowned deeply, she felt like she should have said something, but what could she have said?
'I'm sorry, but I'm doing this for business, not personal relationships.'?
That'd be awfully rude to her, and she did hope she could gain SOME kind of friendship after this. As she often does with the families that no longer needs her services. Agatha smiled up at her, "I would like that very much, ." There that blasted woman went and interruped her AGAIN! "CALL ME EMMA! OR, EMILY! Don't be so formal, we're friends now!"
Oh dear God, did this female just sling her arm around Agatha's shoulder in a friendly gester?! She had only knew the woman for a mere hour, and not only has she called her and her son, 'family', but now they're 'friends'?! This woman really did need her help! She's too immature to be a parent, let alone with twins! Hell, she can barely handle herself!
"E-emma. I'll make it my duty to protect you, and your children...for the both of us..." She mumbled the last part, when unslung the woman's arm, and headed into her new room.
Damned git.
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A few hours passed, and Arthur realized something important.
It was FAR past lunch time. The English boy when this, because he had a talent, no gift! When it comes to the time of day. No matter were he was, he would tell atleast four things. When it's lunch time, when it was time to sleep, when it was Nap O' clock, and finally, when the sun was rising. No matter what the time-zone maybe.
He sat with both hands on his lap, and tried not to mind the sun that peered through the curtains of his new home. His sharp eyes studied his new surroundings. It was a basic kitchen. Light yellowish-orange curtains, a table which he was currently sitting at, next to a certain blond boy with a ahoge sticking up. And across from him was Matthew. The tiles, which he noticed were in a pattern of red, white, and blue. Ah, good! Good, so she had respect for the Great nation of Britan! He was so apeased. Directly on his left, was his Mother and those twin's Mother. What was her name? Johns? Bones? No, it started with a J. Was it Jones? The two females were cooking lunch.
He could smell the cheese. "Mommy! Mommy!! Are ya cookin' grilled cheese?!" Oh Dear Holy Mother of Sweet Jesus! Never had she heard children talk such a way! 'Yah'? 'Cookin'? The word is pronouced Y-ooouuuh. Or, Yuh. What has she been teaching these poor boys?! She'll quickly put an end to that and teach them how to talk properly!
"Yup! Like, gimme a sec." Emily flipped the flatten bread on the skillet! Oh, how she loved grill cheese! And, and i'sn't it...Emily glanced at the calender, and noticed it was circled in blue crayon. AWESOME! "Yes~!!! S'cookie baking day!!" Shortly after her exclamation, there was two giggles. "Yaay!!" Matthew nearly jumpped up his seat.
"Cookie baking...Day?" Agatha asked aloud. "OMG, YES! YES IT IS, AGGIE!" When did these two get on nick-names bases? The American women was too friendly for her own good. Emily did a small dance, and lazily tossed the grill cheese on a plate.
"Archur, Archur!!" Over the excitement, Alfred began to explain or try to explain what "cookie baking day" is. Only to his regretm the English boy couldn't understand a word he was saying. Let alone of half of the 'words' he were saying where words at all! They sounded like squeaks and gibberish. The poor tot could barely form a sentence.
Using his gift, once again. This time not the one on time, as in his intelligence, that he noticed MOST people did not have. He soon figured, the name of the day is what it implied. A day where the bake cookies.
Agatha searched in the cupboards, for the cups. After all, since it is lunch, they children should drink milk, or perhapes juice? Her employer was busy spazzing out on how it was "Cookie baking day." Soon, she noticed after getting the cups and severing them to the children that there were six,,,Grilled cheese sanwichs? One for Alfred, one for...Bloody hell, what was that lad's name? Matthew! One for Artie. Possibly one for Emily, even if she counted herself, there'd still be one too many.
"Here ya go, Aggie!" Emily handed her the sandwich. Omg, they're already becoming friends, aren't they?! So close, and they've only knew each other for what seven hours?! This is goin' so great! Tony should come down stairs soon, Emily knew he would be hungry quickly gave the children their lunch, and chugged down milk.
After everyone was through, a grey humanoid walked into the kitchen. His skin was a metalic grey, and his eyes were wide. He didn't have an expression, when he walked in to the kitchen, grabbed his milk and grilled cheese. He was heading back out of the room, and Arthur was suprised! Shocked even! It didn't even speak, how rude! Infact, he didn't seem to notice the two new comers at all. Until Arthur spoke up.
"Ar-are you a real alien?! Which planet are you from?!" Arthur clung onto Alfred tightly. Soon, Tony looked at Arthur, walked over to a counter, he had set his milk and plate down. Tony quickly noticed his accent. "Fuckin' limey! I'll kill you! Bloody git!" Tony soon lifted his face-- WAIT, HE'S TAKING OFF HIS FACE?! --
"Hi Tony!! Hazzit goin', lil buddy?!" Emily cooed out to him as Agatha stared in shock, which was quickly leaving her body in ever second. There was a beautiful ten year old boy standing infront of her. Ah, such a cute little boy. If only he didn't have such a mouth.
Tony's face was pale with a slight flush on them. Most likely from the anger in his words...Or, to the fact that Arthur is holding onto Alfred! His FAVORITE Alfred! With his light brown eyebrows knitted downwards, casting a scowl towards Arthur. His silver eyes buring with fury. He needs to let go of Alfred right now! Agatha took note of the small child's features. Tony had an innocently rounded face, with ember-brown locks. Most likely from his Father.
"O-oh, you're human! I'm terribly sorry, Mr..Tony, was it?" Arthur quickly let go of Alfred, and returned to his sit.
Tony scoffed, and combed his hair back and placed the mask back on. He picked up his lunch and headed back out the door, before stating, "Bloody git."
"Okay! Bye bye Tony! I'll see ya latah!" Alfred slurred out to the male.
"Isn't he just the cutest?! Oh, Alfred found him one day in the park! He said he was an alien~. Apparently, he had no family, 'cuz when I looked around and like called the news 'n stuff, no one picked him up! So, I took him home, now he's apart of our family~!!" Emily gushed out, while trying to explain over her squeals.
Alfred's face was flushed, and his eyes lingered on the door. It was apparent, the young boy had feelings for the alien. Arthur took note of it, because in any case, if Alfred becomes a problem for him, he'd seek out Tony.
"S-so, where does Tony sleep?" Agatha questioned. "Oh, with me! It's so rare he took off the mask, though! He never takes off his mask!"
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And then Emily JUST remembered! It's still Cookie Baking day, and she has set went to the store! 'Family outting?! Already?!' She was too happy! Things couldn't have been better even if it was her birthday! Which it's not! She checked!
"Agatha, we've gotta go to the store! TWINNIES, PUT YER SHOES ON!" And then Agatha just remembered why she never in the whole seven hours she knew Emily fit to be a parent...She was nineteen! No wonder! That would explain why she was so immature, and how she would gush out and stuff! Not a fully adult as such as herself. Mrs. Kirkland was twentyseven. That information made everything alot easier for her to understand. She was still an immature, childish git though.
Now, everyone expect Alfred and Matthew's shoes were on. The two twins were wearing gowns. Pure white gowns that had ribbons on them to tell them apart. It was naturally Mattie's idea. Emily was in a rush, so she had no time to deck her little twins into the cute sailor outfits she had bought them! Darn! She really loved those things too!
Alfred scurried out of the door of the kitchen, who was quickly followed by Matthew. He scurred with his "Kumajaru" bear. Emily ran out of the door as-well, and left Agatha with the mess.
Well, what did she expect? She WAS a nanny. Agatha sighed, and she began to pick up the stray dishes around the kitchen. In the corner of her eye, she noticed childish pictures hung up by alphabet magnets. Her son was a horrible artist. She'll have to educate him in art as well? Well, because she is the teacher, she was sure he'd become a fine student in no time!
Before she could even turn on the water, Agatha was being pulled out of the house. How-- whened?! Her head was dizzy, when she felt herself being pushed into the front seat of Emily's car.
Emily got out, and buckled the twins in. "Kay, you and Tony buckle up now, m'kay?!" This is gonna be so much fun! They'll remember her years after this! She's sure of it. Because, they only get one chance to make memories, and then life's over!
