Author Commentary: Okay then, I know I've got two other stories on the go, but this isn't leaving me alone, so I'm going to get it down and then move on. Hopefully it turns out alright.
Characters/Pairs: FrancexEngland, Canada, America
Rating: T
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing, dark/angsty themes
Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me, but I belong to Hetalia (and the True North, bitches).
To say that Arthur Kirkland was pissed would be like saying that Hitler killed a few people. Understatement of the entire fricken century. Not only was he caught out in the pouring rain and soaking wet, but his retard boss was trying to put the moves on him, even though she knew that not only was Arthur straight as a rainbow, but he had also recently married to the love of his life, Francis Bonnefoy. Stupid bitch, just wait till this got to the union. Oh well, at least Arthur could look forward to going home to aforementioned love of his life slash bane of his existence (depending on what day it was). Today was the fourth of July, and even though neither of them were American by birth (Arthur a proud British man and Francis a flamboyant French flirt), Francis had gotten caught up in the festivities and decided to do something 'special' for Arthur when he got home. And by 'special', Arthur could expect anything from a candlelit dinner to a pair of handcuffs and some other 'toys'.
Arthur sighed happily at the thought, entertaining the thought of a lust filled night after his crappy day. He nearly missed the turnoff into the alley where his usual shortcut was located. Arthur turned sharply into the alley, his shoulder colliding with the large green dumpster and bouncing off of it. He cursed and kicked the stupid metal bin, satisfied with the loud clang. Arthur was about to walk off when he heard muted whimpers coming from inside the dumpster.
Arthur turned back to the dumpster, eyeing it. Had someone tossed some kittens or puppies into the trash to get rid of them? Idiots, if you don't want to have surprise pets, then get your pets fixed!
"Bloody gits." Arthur thought, lifting the heavy lid of the dumpster, "Take care of your animals for crying out loud."
But what greeted Arthur when he looked down into the piles of trash were no animal offspring.
Two tiny newborn infants were nestled amongst the trash, wrapped up in a dirty mustard-yellow curtain. Arthur was so shocked he nearly slammed the lid down. One of the infants turned it's blue eyes upward to Arthur's face; reaching out with cubby (but not chubby enough) arms, the infant wailed, begging to be taken care of.
Arthur's heart clenched, "Infants." he though, "Newborn, helpless babies. What kind of sick, twisted person tosses away infants like cheap trash?"
Arthur propped the lid open and reached down into the dumpster, gently pulling the two whimpering children from the trash. He bounced them a moment, attempting to console them, then shut the dumpster and took off, wrapping the curtain around them tighter to shield them from the rain. Arthur finally reached his spacious home, happy to see that the porch light was still on, meaning Francis was still up (Arthur had worked late, he never liked bringing his work home). Quickly shoving open the door, Arthur rushed inside.
"Francis!" he called out, "Francis come quick!"
"What is it mon cher? What's wrong?" Francis said, walking around the corner.
"Look." Arthur said, gesturing with his head down into his arms.
Francis looked shocked, "Mon Dieu!" he cried.
"I found them in a dumpster." Arthur said, placing the infants gently down on the sofa.
"Mon Dieu." Francis said again, this time more quietly. He walked over to where Arthur laid the tiny children, "What should we do with them?"
Arthur unwrapped them from the rough curtain, discovering that the two where both male, "I have no idea, but right now they need proper care. Fetch me a proper blanket, would you?"
Francis nodded and ran off into the house. Arthur finished untangling the baby boys from the curtain and tried to calm the still wailing child. He was starting to worry for the other one, the quieter one. Was he sick, or worse, dying? Arthur didn't think he'd be able to live with himself if either of the two babies died.
Francis jogged back into the room, carrying the softest blanket in the house and a towel, "Dry yourself." he said tossing the towel at Arthur, then proceeded to wrap up the baby boys.
Arthur huffed, but did as he was told, "I'm going upstairs to run a warm bath for them, come up in a few minutes." he said, standing and hustling himself upstairs to change and run the bath.
"Not too hot!" Francis called after, still engrossed in the tiny babies.
"I fucking know that, you stupid wanker!" Arthur shouted.
"Don't swear in front of the kids!" Francis shouted back.
The kids, Arthur mused. It had a certain ring to it, like it was implying that the children were theirs. Well, this state did allow full rights to gay couples, so maybe they would keep the little ones. Arthur smiled to himself, maybe his mother's shattered dream of him giving her grandchildren wasn't so shattered after all.
Arthur quickly ran a lukewarm bath, fishing around for his mild, anti-bacterial soap as he did so. Once the bath had a few centimeters of water in the bottom, he shut off the taps and called Francis. Once the crying children were placed in the tub, Arthur rushed off to change his clothing. When he came back, Francis was gently washing the little boys. Arthur smiled, it looked so natural, like he was meant to be bent over the side of the tub to scrub the infants of the dirt.
"We're going to have to call the police tomorrow." Arthur said. As much as he'd like to keep the little ones here, there was that annoying thing called law on the outside.
"I know." Francis said, pulling the plug and cradling the newborns in his arms, "But I'd rather like to keep them around for a while." he said softly.
"Same here." Arthur said, watching Francis dry them off, "Anyway, right now they need something to eat."
Francis stood up and sauntered out of the bathroom (he never 'walked', it just wasn't him), "Well, unless one of us begins lactating, it's going to have to wait a little while."
Arthur rolled his eyes, "I'm going to run down to the store." he said.
"Non non, I will go. You stay home." Francis said, laying the boys down on their shared bed.
"Drive carefully." Arthur said as Francis kissed him lightly as he walked out.
"Always, cher." Francis said, giving Arthur another kiss before grabbing his keys and coat and walking out to the car.
Arthur sat down next to the boys, watching them. Now that he looked at them properly, he decided that they were most likely identical twins, or twins at the very least. They had the same face, round and chubby and pink. Their hair was also the same colour, though you could barely tell, seeing as there were only a few soft tuffs of hair and it was a very light blond colour. Their eyes were different though, the ever-so-slightly larger one with deep sky blue eyes and the other one with light, blue-violet eyes. Other than their eyes and the size difference, they were identical.
Arthur laid down beside them, propping his head up in one hand while reaching out with his other to stroke the soft hair on their little heads. The blue-violet eyed one yawn cutely and Arthur chuckled, enjoying the cute scene.
A few minutes later, Francis returned from the store with baby formula (specialized for infants), diapers, and two bottles. He absorbed the sight of Arthur laying down next to the little children and thought, "What an adorable family scene."
"I have the formula." Francis said, holding up his shopping bag, "I'll just go prepare it."
Arthur nodded, still too absorbed in soothing the little ones. After a few minutes, Francis came back with two bottles.
"Here you are." he said, handing one of the bottles to his husband.
Arthur took the bottle and hoisted the sky-blue eyed child into his arms. Francis chuckled and pulled the blue-violet eyed boy into his arms. As soon as the bottle touched the boy's lips, they greedily started sucking, eager to fill their bellies.
"Why do you think someone just threw them away?" Arthur asked, shifting the baby in his arms to be more comfortable.
"Who knows Arthur." Francis said, "But whoever did does not deserve to be the parent of these beautiful little angels."
Arthur looked down at the little boy, who was looking back up at him with curious eyes, "Yeah." he said, smiling.
The next morning, Francis and Arthur drove down to the police station, Francis driving while Arthur held onto the young boys, who were gurgling happily now that they were being properly taken care of. Francis had fished out two baby blankets from his childhood and wrapped the two up in them. They arrived at the police station and Arthur felt a small ball of icy dread sink into his stomach. When they told the police about the children, the two boys would be taken away from them. If they managed to find a parent of them and deemed them fit to look after the children, then that's where they would stay. Arthur clutched the tiny babies tighter to himself; he knew all this, but it still made him a little sick to think about handing the sweet little angels over.
"Hello." said the young receptionist as they walked in, "What can I help you with?"
"Yes, we'd like to report two newborn babies tossed into a dumpster sometime last night." Francis said.
The young girl gasped, "Oh goodness! Two newborns? Just tossed away like that? Are they okay?"
Arthur shifted the babies in his arms, "They seem okay now, but I think that that's beside the point in this situation."
"I'll say." the receptionist said, dialing someone and explaining the situation to them, "You guys just sit tight, Mr. Beilschmidt should be out in a few."
They nodded and sat down, Arthur handing the sky-blue eyed baby to Francis, who was much more wiggly than his brother. Arthur looked down at the blue-violet eyed boy, who stared back, seemingly aware of his situation.
"I wish I didn't have to give you up, little one." Arthur said quietly, a sad smile on his face.
At that moment, a tall man with long blond hair stepped into the lobby. He was almost twice the size of Francis and three times as pale. His piercing blue eyes searched the room before resting on the couple holding the tiny bundles. The gigantic man walked over to them.
"Are you the two who reported the trashed babies?" he asked in a deep, resonating voice.
"Yes." Francis said, "Arthur found them when he was walking home."
They gave all of the information they could to the tall man, Officer Beilschmidt, as it were. Officer Beilschmidt promised to inform them if anything came in and directed them to a social worker who was to take the babies to an orphanage while things worked themselves over.
"Don't worry, they'll be taken good care of." the young man assured them as they handed him the babies.
"Mind his head." Arthur said as the social worker took the blue-violet eyed baby.
The social worker chuckled, "You seem to care very deeply for them. Are you interested in adopting?"
Arthur blushed, "O-oh, well, it's a little soon to be making plans isn't it? And we only just got married a little while ago, so maybe it's not the best time." Arthur rambled.
"Yes, if everything works out, we would love to adopt if everything works out." Francis said, cutting off his smaller husband.
The social worker laughed, "I'll be sure to hang onto them if things pan out. And don't too surprised if these guys are out up for adoption, it's what happens most often in cases like these."
Arthur nodded and said one last goodbye to the twins before leaving, francis following behind him.
"This is a really horrible thing to say, but I hope they don't find the parents." Arthur said, sighing.
Francis chuckled, "I agree with you, mon cher. I'd rather like the two of them to become ours."
After three stressful weeks of waiting, the call came in, the twins were being adopted out. Arthur and Francis eager jumped into the car and drove to the orphanage where the two were being kept.
"We should name them." Arthur said as they drove, "They'll need good names."
"Very true cher. What did you have in mind?" Francis asked.
"I'm not sure. I really like the name Alfred. It's a nice name." Arthur said, "I think it suits the one with sky-blue eyes."
Francis thought it over, "It does have a certain ring to it, non? Alfred for the sky-blue eyed one then. What shall we name the blue-violet eyed one?"
Arthur thought about it for a moment, "I don't know. What would you name him?"
"Matthieu." Francis said, "It is a nice name, non?"
"Yeah." Arthur said, leaning back in his seat, "Alfred and Matthieu Kirkland-Bonnefoy." he said softly, letting the names roll off his tongue. Arthur let out a giddy chuckle and imagined the two in his arms again.
They arrived at the orphanage a minute or two later. It was a large, Catholic-church looking building with a happy sign out front that told the world their purpose. Francis and Arthur walked inside, hand in hand, and ready to become parents.
"Can I help you?" a young nun asked them at the front door.
"We're here about the twins that got thrown away. We were promised that we were going to be allowed to adopt them if no other parents were found." Arthur explained.
The girl frowned, "You were promised? By who?"
"By the social worker in charge of them." Arthur said, a little put off by the girls reaction. This place wasn't into the whole 'gay's are a sin' thing were they?
The girl eyed them skeptically, "I'll just go get him." she said, then ran off into the halls.
"Little brat." Arthur growled.
Francis chuckled and said nothing. After a few minutes, the young girl came back, the social worker trailing behind her.
"Hey there." he said, "Sorry about that, some people don't seem to know that discrimination is against the law." he growled, more at the young girl then at them. She huffed and walked away, nose in the air.
Arthur rolled his eyes, then turned his attention to the social worker, "So how have they been doing?"
"Great, great. Put on a ton of weight. Nice and healthy." the social worker said, leading them down the hallway, "A lot more active now too."
They reached the room where the infants where kept and trotted inside. They saw a couple cooing over a pair of twins and stopped.
"Excuse me!" the social worker called, "I believe those two have already been adopted out."
The young wife looked up, "Oh but they're just so precious, could make an exception?"
Arthur stalked up to her, seeing she was holding Matthieu, "I'm sorry, but no. They're ours."
The husband stepped in front of the wife, "What these boys need is a good, proper upbringing." he said.
"Oh, and we can't give that to them?" Arthur snapped. The look on the husbands face clearly showed that he did not think that Francis and Arthur could raise children.
"It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, I've already arranged the papers in their names." the social worker said smugly, "Now hand over the twins and things won't have to get nasty."
The husband grumbled, but handed the Alfred to Arthur, using more force than necessary.
"Watch it!" Arthur said, nearly dropping the poor baby with the way the man simply dumped the child into his arms.
The wife looked at the social worker and pouted, "But I want them."
Francis sighed and leaned forward, taking the child from her arms, "Well, I can't do anything about that, but we must take my sons home today."
After some more arguing, some signing of papers, and attempting to install two car seats (provided by the orphanage), they were on their way. The night before they had set everything up for their new arrivals, so settling them in was no problem. They dresses the two in their new clothing, then proceeded to cuddle and coo over their sons.
"Alfred has gotten so big." Arthur said, bouncing the child on his knee.
"I cannot believe how relaxed Matthieu is." Francis cooed, rocking him lightly.
And this was only the beginning of the Kirkland-Bonnefoy family's adventures.
Author Commentary: Ah well, I could turn this into one long oneshot, but I'm going to break it up into smaller chunks. Happy reading. Don't forget the little green button at the bottom of the page!