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Francis Bonnefoy

Arthur was late, again. The countries he'd called over for a meeting were already sitting in the conference room, waiting for him, in him own house. He was hopeless.

…and had just come in, "It's about time."

He entered the kitchen, throwing off his coat onto a chair and shaking rain water off his hair, "Well, it started pouring out of no where! There were cars pulled over all the way down the road. It's was terrible, bloody terrible."

I sighed, "Here, I made coffee. Go in there and start already. Better late then never."

I kissed his cheek as he groaned and walked out of the kitchen, heading toward the conference room at the end of the hall.

I picked up the tray with the other mugs of coffee and followed him out, only to narrowly miss dropping them all as two giggling blurs ran by me.

"What in the-"

"Ah! Sorry Papa!"

"Ya…I-I mean, oui Papa!"

Alfred and William shared a look and then nodded up at me.

"Please be more careful, mon fils. Where were you off to so quickly?" I asked, steadying the mugs. There were only a few spills, but nothing on the floor.

William looked down at his feet, while Alfred looked up through his lashes, "To the, um, meeting room…to help father?"

I sighed and shook my head, "No, no mon fils. You need to go to bed, both of you."

This time William spoke, quiet as ever, "Oh please Papa? We'll behave, we promise!"

"Ya, we promise," Alfred echoed, straightening his shoulders.

I looked back and forth between them. Alfred was becoming more like Arthur everyday, with his stubborn attitude, and William, well, I was worried about him. He was kind and respectful, but was quite quiet and often hid behind his brother.

I looked at him then. He blushed and looked away before turning to his brother and tugging on his sleeve. Alfred crossed his arms, waiting for my answer.

"Well, I guess it couldn't do any harm," I said shifting my weight as the boys gave each other five-fives, "But, if it goes too long, I'm taking you both to bed, oui?"

"Fine, Papa." Alfred shouted from down the hall.

He and William were waiting for me at the door to the conference room when I rounded the corner. I smiled at them and then opened the door, leading them in. I completely ignored the 'look' I was getting from Arthur as I passed out the mugs and pulled up two chairs for Alfred and William.

Arthur sighed, looking at his son's attentive posture, at a table full of the world's leading countries, "Alright then. Shall we begin?"