Hi guys. This is a new story I started (yes I know I've got too many and that I haven't updated Life As A Child yet, but I'm working on it) because I couldn't get it out of my head. It's with England and France in a relationship and America, Canada and Hong Kong as their wards. Australia and New Zealand will be appearing there later on too. This'll (hopefully) be a multi-chapter story. Okay, so some things you might want to know:

Ages-

France = 26

England = 23

America = 15

Canada = 15

Hong Kong = 13

Australia = 10

New Zealand = 7

Gender-

All of them are the usual (males) but New Zealand is a girl!

Human Names-

France = Francis Bonnefoy

England = Arthur Kirkland

America = Alfred Freedom Jones

Canada = Matthew 'Mathieu' Williams

Hong Kong = Karou Wang

Australia = Kyle Walters Kirkland

New Zealand = Airini Grace Kirkland (eye-ree-nee)

Sorry for the super long note but these above things might be important. Anyways, please read and review!

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It was a dark, rainy and overall depressingly muted morning in England. Yes, muted. It seemed that the rain and the light fog were muffling all the sounds. Arthur Kirkland sat in the living room on a loveseat near the window, staring out at the wet puddles and the drops of water that jumped into the air as one drop fell into the puddle. The man sighed, sipping his tea daintily and blinking his green eyes. It was six in the morning and none of the other family members were awake, a fact that Arthur used to his advantage. He rarely got the time to relax like this in the quiet. Humming quietly and contently, the man ran a hand through his blond hair, setting his saucer down and getting up, making his way to the front door, picking up an umbrella. A walk in the rain. It seemed like quite a good idea. The Englishman silently let himself out, opening the umbrella and holding it over himself as he shut the door quietly and walked out. His umbrella was instantly put under a barrage of raindrops. The constant pitter-patter was rather soothing. Why can't it be like this all the time? He mused, slowly walking down the rather empty street. The smell of wet dirt was comforting as he walked past a nicely made lawn. He was glad that he didn't live in the city. Otherwise he would never get any peace.

The blond chuckled as the wind whipped his face and raindrops lashed at his cheeks. Ah the comforts of a rainstorm. Thunder boomed and the sky remained it beautiful shade of dark, dark gray. He reached the end of the street and paused before deciding to go back. Just then the wind came against him more harshly and the umbrella fought against his grip. The Englishman grinned slightly, fighting back against the wind before the umbrella just turned inside out. He stared at it in blank amazement for a second before letting it go and watching it fly backwards. The Brit let out a laugh, his coat flapping around him and the wind lashing at every part of him. It even found holes in his jacket through which the rainwater came through. The man shivered a bit at the cold water before grinning even more widely. Ah, how he loved the rain. How he loved the tumultuous winds, the beautiful coldness of the raindrops pelting against his face, the harsh winds against his face. The blond battled against the wind and walked back towards his house. Nature seemed hell bent on pushing him backwards though. He laughed again and kept walking forwards. He was walking past a rather abandoned looking house when he heard a cry. A child's cry of fright. Arthur whirled around, searching for the source of the sound, his eyes worried.

"Hello? Child? Are you there?" he called, looking around again. There was a peal of thunder and lightning flashed through the clouds. There was another squeal, and this time Arthur spotted two pairs of eyes watching him from a nearby bush. One pair was an aquamarine blue and was filled with tears; the other was green and filled with a bit of fear and a bit of anger. The blond man quickly moved to the bush, crouching down in front of the bush, trying to coax the children out.

"Come out here, love. Are you both okay? Where are your parents? Why are you both out in the rain? You might catch pneumonia," he said gently. The eyes vanished and Arthur was left to worry for a second before a child rushed to him and threw her arms around his neck, crying into his neck. Arthur quickly and smoothly took off his coat, draping it around the soaking girl and pulling her close to him while murmuring soothing words under his breath. The boy slowly came into view, his blond hair plastered to his head and looking a bit tense. The Englishman beckoned the boy over, trying to get him closer. The boy cast him a wary glance before slowly, carefully, moving forwards and joining the girl under the jacket. Arthur shivered at the cold rain pelting him before remembering the time.

"What are you both doing here? Where are your parents?" he asked softly. The girl hadn't moved from her position and was quietly sniffling, seemingly leaving the answer to the boy. The boy shifted a bit before finally answering.

"We don't have parents," he replied in an Australian accent, looking at the Brit with a steely glint. "And if you're going to try something with us, I'm warning you, I have a weapon and I know how to use it," he said, apparently trying to threaten him. The Kirkland nodded, standing up properly and scooping the girl up. He offered a free hand down to the now coatless boy.

"Come on, love. I'll take you to my place. I don't want you both dying out here," he said quietly, a small smile on his face when the boy held his hand. Arthur rushed with both the children to his house, slamming the door open to find Francis sitting on the couch. It seemed like the other children were still asleep. The Englishman stood in the doorway with the dripping children, watching as Francis' eyes widened and he hurried over with towels.

"Where were you, mon cher? I was searching for you. And who are these two?" he asked, wrapping the boy in a towel and helping the girl out of the coat and wrapping her into a towel too. The green eyed Brit sighed, setting the girl down and toweling his own hair dry.

"I was out for a walk in the rain when I found these two. There were soaked through and crying," he explained, taking his shoes and socks off, proceeding to take his shirt off too. Francis smirked before looking back down at the children.

"Bonjour mes cheris. What are your names?" he inquired, crouching down in front of the girl and gently drying her hair. Arthur was grateful that he was being so gentle with both the children. The boy glared up at them. Arthur studied the boy curiously. He had blond-brown hair with two curls refusing to be flattened, thick eyebrows and forest green eyes. His gaze shifted to the girl who was holding the towel around herself. She had light blond, shoulder-length hair which had two curls shaped like sheep's horns on both side and aquamarine blue eyes. The girl looked at France curiously before glancing at the boy.

"My name is Airini Grace," she finally answered. Her voice was soft and had a light edge to it. Obviously she didn't trust Arthur and Francis yet. The Frenchman looked down at Airini smiled, helping her out of her shoes (that were breaking apart) and led her to the fireplace which he had going. The girl's accent sounded like she was from New Zealand. Arthur looked down at the boy, watching him take off his shoes too.

"And what's your name, child?" he asked, watching the child's green eyes narrow in suspicion before the boy sighed.

"Kyle Walters. Can I go sit near the fire?" asked Kyle. The Englishman nodded, escorting Kyle to the fire too. Francis stood up and moved to Arthur, kissing him shortly before looking down at both Airini and Kyle who were huddled together.

"And you found two more," he whispered quietly. The green-eyed man sighed, looking at his boyfriend and gave him a rueful smile.

"What can I say? I couldn't possibly leave them on the streets," he whispered back. He glanced at the clock and was surprised to find it was already eight o'clock. Just as he was about to say something there was stomping on the stairs and two blonds, twins rather, made their way to the living room, squabbling about something or the other. At the noise, Airini and Kyle looked away from the fire and at the two new comers. The twins, in turn, looked curiously at the two boys before at the two men.

"Two more?" asked one in a voice that no one should use in the morning. It was too loud, bright and cheery. Not to mention irritating. Arthur sighed, pulling on a dry shirt that Francis brought him and kicking off his pants to pull on dry sweats. The Frenchman wrapped an arm around the blond Englishman and hauled him onto his lap, laughing at the disgruntled yelp.

"Oui. Arthur found zem too. Why don't you introduce yourselves? Zey might be staying for a while," suggested Francis. One of the twins, a slightly long haired blond with wavy hair and violet eyes, nodded, putting the white bundle of fur he had in his arms on the ground. The bundle, a white bear-like dog, raised its head before trundling over to the fire, yawning and plopping down next to the two younger children. The twins glanced at each other before sitting down next to the children too.

"Hi I'm Alfred! Alfred F. Jones! I'm American and totally awesome! What're your names?" inquired the louder of the two. Alfred's twin smiled gently.

"I'm Matthew Williams, Alfred's brother. I'm Canadian though," he said quietly. Airini eyed both the brothers before smiling slightly.

"Hello. I'm Airini Grace," she said, turning her attention back to the fire. The boy next to her didn't bother smiling.

"I'm Kyle Walter, Australian. Airini is from New Zealand," he said gruffly, glaring at Alfred and Mathew before turning his attention to the two older men in the room.

"You never introduced yourselves," he pointed out. Arthur blinked them slowly chuckled, handing Kyle a dry shirt and pants along with a sweatshirt.

"Well, first change your clothes, and you too Airini. Then we can discuss this all we want," he said, ushering the children up the stairs to an empty room.

Francis chuckled, watching his boyfriend go up the stairs. "Ah, 'ow I love watching 'im wiz children. Its 'is drive. 'e loves coming 'ome to be greeted by all of you," he said dreamily. Alfred smiled slightly too, a genuine smile.

"And we definitely thank him for taking us in. You too Frenchie. If it weren't for you guys Mattie and I would be in some random alley begging or something," he said with a small sigh. Matthew smiled too.

"Yes. We really do love you, Papa. Je vous aime." The Frenchman ruffled the Canadian's hair and was about to say something when a small Asian boy came into the room with a yawn.

"Good morning Mr. Bonnefoy," he greeted. Francis flashed him a bright smile.

"I told you to call me Papa or Big Brozer, Karou," he said lightly, giving the thirteen year old a hug too before leading them all to the kitchen. Alfred was informing Karou, the small Honk Kong boy, about their newest arrivals when Arthur strolled back into the kitchen with Airini in his arms and the Australian boy holding his hand. He set the girl on the floor where she shyly looked up at all of the other boys. She was wearing a dark blue dress (who knows where England got that from) and tights with black boots. She had a sweatshirt on too and her hair had been neatly brushed. Kyle was wearing khaki trousers and a t-shirt along with a sweatshirt too. His hair was also neatly combed with the exception of the two wayward strands. All the others looked down at the two children before Francis finally turned around from the stove and broke out into a wide grin, cooing and rushing to pick Airini up and twirl her around. She giggled and clutched the Frenchman's shoulders to stop her from falling while Kyle quickly greeted Karou and sat down at the table. Arthur smiled a bit before checking on the food and serving it to all the boys sitting at the table. They all dug in heartily with the exception of the Australian. He was still a bit wary. He looked up from his crepes and bit his lip.

"Arthur?" he asked. The Englishman looked up and grinned. All the conversation stopped and Francis and Airini seated themselves at the table too.

"Yes, love?" he asked.

"Why did you take us in?"

There was a short silence before the green-eyed man laughed.

"Why wouldn't I? You two were obviously alone and I love children. I'm sure you already guessed that all of them aren't related to me in any way. They're all…orphans," he said, smiling again before gesturing to Francis.

"With the exception of the frog. He's my boyfriend," he explained, watching the new arrivals. "Why? Do you wish to leave?"

This time Airini spoke.

"No. Its just… how many people have you taken in? Do you have room for us?"

Francis chuckled.

"Of course we have room for you, ma Cherie. Arthur is very…" The Frenchman trailed off, trying to think of a word that wasn't rich. He knew how much Arthur hated being referred as that. It was one reason why he had bough such a plain looking, albeit big, house. Well, and Francis had inherited quite some money too.

"Rich!" filled in Alfred with a wide grin. The Englishman face palmed and sighed, shaking his head.

"What have I told you about using that word for me?" he snapped, looking at Airini and Kyle.

"But essentially, he is right. Francis and I are quite…well off," he said, rolling his eyes. Then he shot them both a warm smile. "Plus, I would never dream of leaving you adorable children like you out like that. Especially when you don't have parents. I have to say, I thought I was a sign of god when I found you bot. I think it was yesterday that I had been telling Francis that I wanted a girl in the house." He tapped Airini's nose playfully and smiled warmly at her giggle. Kyle toyed with his food before looking up with his first genuine smile.

"Thank you."

All the other children cheered, along with the Frenchman.

"Welcome to the family, eh?"


What do you think? I love the fact that England took care of so many colonies in his time. It must've been terribly hard, but he is rather motherly at time. Plus, FrUK is my favourite pairing! I just love it. Reviews would be appreciated. ^^

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