France looked down at the little girl in England's arms. She was caked with dirt and her white nightgown-like dress was dirty beyond repair. The red ribbon around the neck was still the bright red, it was the only part of the dress that could be kept to be worn again. Her short blond hair was obviously dirty and needed to be washed, but besides that the only real worry some thing was the fever. That was the entire reason they were taking her in, anyway. They had walked past her for a while now, every day, and today they found her curled up and asleep in a ball by the wall that she called home. It wasn't until today they finally decided to take her in, knowing very well now that she didn't have a family.

As the approached the house the girl continued to sleep, her face now redder than before and England claimed that her fever was getting steadily higher. England could tell that France was getting concerned about the small girl in his arms, and he knew that his own concerned showed on his face. They laid her down on the couch in the living room to let her sleep until she woke up and they could give her a bath. It was late morning so the boys wouldn't be home soon, but they would have to get her fever down soon. The two took turns doing work until the little girl woke up. They were actually switching once the little girl's violet eyes opened with a slight haze in her eyes.

"Peace," England asked sitting next to the small body on the couch, "are you feeling alright?"

The little girl looked around the room she was in, as soon as she didn't know where she was she sat up and tried to figure it out. The room around her spun and she rubbed her eyes, trying to figure it all out. She had fallen asleep last night, but how did she end up here?

"Peace," England asked again. This time pushing the strands of hair out from out of her face to get her attention, "how do you feel?"

Peace looked up at the man that was sitting next to her. She knew him as Arthur, that was how he introduced himself. He asked her the question again, and she put a hand on her stomach that wasn't happy for some reason. The man she knew as Francis sat down on her other side and rubbed her back in an attempt to make the small child feel better. He suggested to the young girl that she take a bath, but she simply slumped against the man and closed her eyes. France and Arthur exchanged a look before Francis picked the small girl up and carrying her upstairs to the tub. While Arthur got the bath ready and Francis got Peace ready for the bath Peace just seemed to slump against Francis in a half asleep state. Once she was in the tub Peace woke up a little bit and stared at the two men while they cleaned her so that she didn't have dirt caked onto her anymore. Once her bath was done Francis put her in one of his t-shirts to sleep in, which she basically already was.

When Alfred and Matthew got home their Papa was waiting on the front steps for them. He told them about Peace while Arthur watched from the living room window, and watched his two sons react to the news. They both were surprised at the news, and the two of them actually sat outside for about an hour thinking about it before they came into the house.

They found a small body tucked away under layers of colorful blankets when they walked in. They stared at it for a moment before Alfred pulled the tops of the blankets away to see the small sleeping girl that was covered with a shirt that they knew belonged to their Papa. She was very pale and the only red in her face was from the fever that had taken over her small body. Matthew quickly pushed Alfred's hand back so that the small girl was covered again. He remembered what he felt like when he was sick, and was quick to take pity on the small girl.

It was about dinner time that night when Peace woke up again. Francis made her some soup to eat, and ended up feeding it to her instead of eating dinner with the rest f the family. The two young boys quickly ate their dinner once Peace was awake, they wanted to go talk to her and really meet her. Alfred sat on her left while Matthew sat on her right, and the two simply watched their Papa feed the small girl her dinner.

"This is Alfred and Matthew," Francis told her while he fed her. "They're going to be your big brothers from now on, okay?"

Peace nodded before Francis held out the spoon for her again so that she could eat the last of her soup.

Alfred smiled at the small girl, "So do you like heroes?"

Peace simply stared back at the boy, afraid to answer.

"Do you like hockey and snow," Matthew asked her instead.

Her gaze switched to Matthew.

"Can you talk," Alfred asked a bit louder.

Peace looked at Alfred again, this time blinking at him and wondering what she should do.

Arthur was watching from the doorway to the kitchen, "She doesn't talk lads," he told them. "We don't know why but she doesn't. Please don't force her to do anything right now. Just let her rest until she's better; then we'll figure something out.

The two boys agreed with there father with a nod, before giving their new sister a hug and running off to do their homework. That night Peace slept on the couch with a baby monitor not too far away from her. Francis and Arthur slept in their room with the other end of the monitor on their nightstand in case Peace needed something. They woke up every now and then when Peace would make some sort of noise, only to find that she had transferred what was in her stomach into a bucket that had been put there earlier. It was a long night for the two of them, but when they woke up late the next day they found that the their two sons were sitting on the floor of the living room watching TV in front of the couch Peace was sleeping on. The two had cleaned her up a little bit and had washed out the bucket, claiming that they wanted to take care of their little sister no matter what.