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Okay so I know that it is freaking terrible for me doing yet another chapter story but I can't help it! I promise, promise, promise that I'll get all of my work done eventually! So this is a new chapter story-

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Ha… So anyway this has an OC in it! SO YEAH OC AND IT'S GONNA REVOLVE AROUND THE OC A LOT BUT THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF YAOI TO GO AROUND SO YEAH OKAY THEN LET'S GET THIS STARTED!

Regular POV

It was a Saturday, midnight to be exact and it was Christmas. A new baby had been born.

A man and woman waited anxiously in a hospital room, they couldn't wait to see there third child that was just born on Christmas. They had two children in there house and both were beautiful so no doubt about it that their third would be just as beautiful. The waiting was practically killing them, they desperatly waited for any sign of the nurse coming.

Then the nurse finally wheeled in a new born child in and left with a smile on her face.

Both the woman and the man looked at there newborn baby girl. Then all the happiness was knocked out of them. Horror struck both of their faces when the looked at their new daughter.

"… S-she… Looks nothing like us…" The man uttered out. No the woman had never cheated. The man knew this because they almost never leave each other's sides but no way could this be their daughter.

"She's absolutely retched!" The woman screamed in terror. It just couldn't be her.

The young infant had dark brown hair like her mother but had chunks of strawberry blonde hair like her father. Both of them thought that those two colors clashed together horribly, it was just a horrendous color together. She also had incredibly pale skin. It was very strange since none of them had pale skin, they had perfectly creamy skin but hers was so pale that to them it was sickening. Her cheeks were slightly flushed which made the two parents question if she had some sort of disease or something.

But what really bothered them were her eyes. The man had soft dark blue eyes and though the woman had red eyes they were light and comforting but there baby was something different. To them she had horrid blood red eyes that to them made her look like a demon. What was even stranger is that if you looked closely there was a light blue swirl in her eyes. Both parents were disgusted when they looked in her eyes all the colors just clashed into a big mess. They thought that she was a big mess, a huge mistake.

They couldn't take her. They hated her. It was like hate at first sight. But they wanted to test and see how long they can take care of her.

Soon both of them left but none of them dare to touch her they just put her in a stroller and strolled her home. They would try to live with her but they didn't know how long they can actually live with their new baby. The young baby's sister and brother were embarrassed of her already. None of them took care of them. She was like a broken toy that needed responsibility but no one cared enough to actually give her attention. She was a broken toy, who wants a broken toy? Nobody, was the answer.

It had been only a couple of weeks and already the family couldn't stand her. Her constant crying kept them all awake but no one attended to her, they just prayed that the nuisance of a child would shut up. They tried feeding her but it was hard while trying not to touch her. So they gave up on feeding her thinking that she doesn't really need it. It was harder than that though.

The family treated her like spme for of deadly sickness, they refused to touch her, cradle her, lull her to sleep or give her any health care. It was clear that she was going to die and in this cold weather too. She was a broken toy, they all treated her with respect when she was in her mother's stomach but now that she was actually here they couldn't wait for her to just die.

The parents had enough of this and decided to a sinful thing. They hated her so it wouldn't really effect them. They took a basket and put on gloves to put the young baby in the basket. They put a very thin blanket on her and put information on a small note stating stuff like when she was born.

Although they thought no one would take such an ugly baby but it was just in case. Both left around eight pm and it was freezing outside. In this weather a baby would die without any care or warmth but the man and the woman didn't really care if she died or not. They decided to wipe her out of the family for good and hope that this won't cause any trouble for them in the future.

They went down a damp and dark alley and dropped the basket down as if it were trash. They decided it was best for to die alone. There was a lot of insane and crazy killers around so no doubt she won't make it. The man and woman then quickly ran back home forgetting all about the young girl and going back to their lives. It was like those 9 months of pregnancy with this girl had disappeared in the cold selfish air.

Although the baby in the basket was a baby, she seemed to know what was going on. She was a broken toy. She was useless, pathetic and forgotten like a broken toy. She was left behind by her past owner that used to love her until now. The young girl cried and cried the cold air wasn't making it any better. The thin blanket was useless.

Big fat tears rolled down her flushed cheeks. A baby should never think of herself ugly in such a young age but she did. She didn't even have a name and now no family.

She cried even harder but she was really deep in the dark and damp alley, but it was pathetic, who could even hear her pitiful wails?

Meanwhile

Two young adults strolled down the street. One was holding a bat with nails sticking out of it and the other was skipping slightly as they walked hand in hand.

"Don't you just love winter, Alfie?" Arthur, the strawberry blonde smiled at him warmly and no not his crazy wild grins. These were the smiles Alfred just adored but like he would ever admit that out loud.

"Eh I guess there not terrible" Alfred stated with a slight smirk on his face but it was somehow warm and comforting.

Arthur simply giggled at they walked down the empty streets. The winter always made them soften up. Alfred and Arthur didn't kill as much in the winter although it was very fun to see the crimson red liquid drip from the snow.

Arthur spun around slightly his bright pink and light blue scarf flowing around him. He always let his childish demeanor take over him. "This is so much fun Alfie! Spin with me!"

Alfred rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. "I'm not spinning with you!" He called out.

The shorter man pouted but continued to spin around. Alfred found his childish ways slightly annoying but at the same time really amusing. Arthur continued spinning until he got really dizzy and started falling back. He would have hit the concrete floor if it wasn't for Alfred holding him back up. Both had their own little moment together. They always fight, try to kill each other and always want to be better than one another but they are in love and they care about each other. Even they had these kinds of sweet moments like any other couple.

They were lost in whatever world they were in, it was all very romantically sweet until a loud cry made them snap back into reality. Both looked around but no one was in the streets, what had caused that loud cry?

There it was again and again.

"I don't see any small children here…" Arthur said looking around once more. Then he decided to follow where the crying noises were coming from while Alfred followed him behind also curious.

Both then realized that it was coming from a damp alley. Alfred and Arthur did enjoy killing small little children but for some reason when they heard the crying they both felt like that they couldn't harm whatever child was making that noise. Both of them walked in the alley way, deeper and deeper they went until they looked down and saw a basket.

It was a very poorly weaved basket with a thin blanket covering a crying little girl who was reaching her hands up like she was desperate to grab something above.

"Oh my god. Alfred call you brother Matthew to meet us home now!" Arthur said to him, without thinking he grabbed the basket and held the basket with the child in his arms.

Alfred did as he was told and texted his brother to come to their home. Normally he wouldn't care about situations like this and brush them off but something in him wanted to help this small child, he did have a heart. Both of them walked home quickly trying not to drop the basket. When they got home they shut the door behind them. They couldn't believe what happened; one minute they were strolling down the street and the next they find a baby in a alley and now they have an abandoned baby in a basket. As they waited for Matthew they were panicking not knowing what to do with the small baby girl.

"U-um… Um…" Alfred stuttered but then finally made the move to carefully take the young girl out of the basket. He started cradling her trying to stop her crying. The small girls' cries started increasing but hot tears still slid down her flushed face. It looked like she was scared and was panicking, not knowing what was going on as well.

Arthur stoked her hair soothingly and sang a lullaby. His voice was very soft and gentle as he sang to the young girl. Her tears started to stop and she still hadn't opened her eyes. She started to feel less afraid and was finally in a comfortable position. The lullaby was making her feel at ease, it made her want to sleep and that's what she did.

"There, there, poppet" Arthur continued petting her head as Alfred cradled her gently. It was silence, it was just the three of them and somehow it felt right. Then Alfred's phone rang loudly, he cursed under his breath as he answered his phone quickly. "What is it?" He said bitterly.

"I can't come over to see what big emergency you have, the snow here is terrible and I can't fucking get out so yeah maybe tomorrow if the snow clears up" Matthew said lazily through the phone but he didn't wait for a angry response so he just hung up.

"Damn bastard, Matthew can't come!" He said angrily but he shushed himself as he saw the young girl start to slur uncomfortably a bit. "Sorry, kiddo" He gently cradled her again.

"What's wrong, Alfie?" Arthur asked.

"Matthew can't come, there's too much fucking snow or some shit like that" He said growling slightly.

Arthur sighed in exhaustion. "I guess we have to take care of her for now until someone helps us then… Hey what's that?" Arthur reached out to a small piece of paper attached on her thin blanket.

"What does it say?"

"It says she was born on Christmas, time midnight, day Saturday and it says that she has no name…" Arthur said and he suddenly felt his heart drop. "How could anyone not name their own child, hell how can any person leave there infant as if it were trash!" he said angrily, the thought of someone doing that to this little girl made Arthur and Alfred's blood boil.

"What kind of sick fucks would do that? Seriously it's only a baby, I just can't believe it. God selfish fucking people these days" Alfred growled his temper rising but the touch on his hand made it go away. He looked down to see the little girl holding on his hand. It was then he noticed that her hand was ice cold on his. "She's… So cold" he put a hand on her forehead and indeed she was freezing. Although slowly it started turning warmer and her pale face became very flushed.

"Poor girl, she must have gotten a fever for being out in the cold" the blonde said stroking the little girl's hair in a caring matter. He got up to get a cool rag and placed it on the girl's forehead. He gently took her and placed her in the basket next to them.

Time passed and soon both of them fell asleep while watching her sleep.

The Next Day

Alfred was the first one to wake up and when he did all the memories from last night rushed back. He tried not to distrupt Arthur's slumber as he sat up to see the basket in front of him with the baby still there. He sighed in relief to see she was alright.

The young girl started waking up and Alfred observed her as she did. She looked fine which means that her fever most likely died down overnight, but what Alfred was more interesting in at the moment is what were the color of her eyes. His curiosity grew more and more as she slurred then finally her eyes opened. Alfred's eyes widen, his heart made jumps and he just couldn't think straight when he saw her eyes.

They were beautiful. She was beautiful. Everything about the little baby right now was just amazing. Her crimson red eyes matched his perfectly and the small light blue swirl in her eyes reminded him of Arthur's light pink swirl in his eyes. He then took a full view on her. Her dark brown hair was like his and those lovely locks of blonde hair were like Arthurs. It framed her face just right. Her pale skin was like of a porcelain doll. Usually all these different colors would clash together badly but somehow she made it look perfect. She's perfect.

Alfred hated using the word perfect. The only thing he actually called perfect was Arthur and that was it but now he was using that word on a baby girl he just met hours ago. He smiled down on her and then she smiled back at him. His heart exploded, he couldn't believe he got the chance to see her smile for the first time.

"Arthur… Hey come on wake up and look at this" He shoved him lightly and he sat up awake.

"What?" Arthur said rubbing his eyes and then he looked down at the unnamed girl and he then knew what Alfred was talking about. His heart melted, he never felt so much cuteness overloading him.

"… She's so beautiful… How can anyone leave such a great treasure" Arthur stated running his hand through her short locks of hair making the young girl giggle. Both of their hearts just exploded again.

It felt so right with just the three of them. It felt like a happy…

Family

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