Well Hello. This story is most likely a 'Write Block killer' as I have a writer block on the two stories I'm currently writing. I hope you'll still like this one...

Warnings : The usual trigger warnings. Though it won't be that bad.

Main characters : Matthew W. Kirkland (Canada), Alfred F. Kirkland (America), Arthur Kirkland (England/Britain) and Francis Bonnefoy (France)

Pairing(s) : FrUk

Enjoy !

~*~*~*~ The Magic In The Word 'Fate' ~*~*~*~

"Alfred, could you please stop to move meanwhile I help you to dress up."

"No !"

Arthur sighed. Dressing up a seven years old boy such as his younger brother was always a true nightmare. It was better than making him take a bath but still. He had to go to town today, and he couldn't leave the twins alone.

Because yes, he had two younger brother. Alfred and Matthew. You would think that at least one must be a model kid. Well... Not at all. They were both troublesome. Except one was more soft spoken than the other.

"See ? It wasn't that bad !" Arthur muttered, the shoes finally on Alfred's feet.

"My feet feel odd..." The young boy argued, moving them from side to side.

"Now we can go to town... Wait... Matthew ?!"

No sign of the second twin. Arthur angrily sighed again, thinking he will have to play hide and seek in order to find the other. Yet, he was proved wrong as the soft spoken boy appeared in front of him.

"Sorry..."

"Don't apologize lad, it's normal. You don't quite control your magic yet. It'll get better with time. You're all ready."

The young one nodded and joined his twin brother as they headed outside. Once they were away enough, Arthur made the house disappears behind them. It had to remain secret.

Two years ago, they were a complete family. They had a mother, a father, even three other brother and one sister. Arthur was the middle child. It was perfect like that. The family was happy... Until the villagers suspected their father of black magic. In fact, they didn't mind the use of magic as long as it wasn't dangerous...

That's the problem. The sorcerer family was holding black magic powers, being unable to practice the white one.

The villagers burned down the house the big family lived in... Only three survivors declared. Arthur, by the time seventeen years old, decided to bring the five years old twins with him in the forest.

The never gone back to the Village. Arthur couldn't risk it. So, when the citizens of the nearest town seen them appears suddenly, they didn't mind, not knowing them. They even took a liking to them.

"Awthur you seem sad..." Matthew whispered, shaking a little his older brother's hand.

"I'm fine don't worry. I was simply thinking." He shook his head a little then looked back down. "Shall I remind you of the rules ?"

"You always repeat them ! It's no fun anymore !" Alfred pouted.

"You know it's for-"

"Your security and well-being. We know that ! We are like... Seven years old now, we are grown up men. No need to say them anymore."

Arthur shot a small glare at his brother. How stupid could the lad be sometime ? They finally got into town, greeted with a smile by it's habitants.

"Arthur !" A croaky voice called.

The boy looked up at the window the call came from.

"Oh, madam Andersson. How are you ?" Arthur called back, smiling up as he met the gaze of the old woman.

This lady was the one that took care of Arthur and his brothers the first year they arrived in town, as they were homeless by that time. She was also the only one that knew about what kins of power the kids held. Matthew, still having problem with his very own ability, had the bad reflex of teleporting himself to the fridge instead to walk to it.

"Come ! Come ! It has been such a long time since the last time I've seen you three !"

He nodded and bring up the twins to her flat, taking the time to knock at the door even if she told them to get inside. Mrs. Andersson already had small cookies and tea all ready, like if she was expecting their visits.

"Please, please, sit down Arthur, you look so exhausted. Let the twins roam wherever they want here."

"Thank you madam Andersson." He politely thanked, sitting down on the recliner. As on cue, both children disappeared in a run to catch the cat the lady's owned.

"I see they are still as troublesome as they were years ago." She softly laughed, looking at the giggling twins.

"I even wonder if they haven't got worst. They make me so tired..." He mumbled back, taking the cup of tea she handed to him.

"My poor boy, you need someone to take care of you, you're still too young to take care all alone of children."

"Just like I could scream into town 'Hey ! Can someone help me ? I have two younger brother that can both set our house ablaze if I make them angry !'. I am sorry, but I'm not interested in scaring the whole town."

"Matthew and Alfred wouldn't set ablaze your house."

"No. They completely froze it."

"Arthur." She playfully rolled her eyes and looked at her flowers on her balcony. She wished she could help, but keeping the growing boys with her would put them in danger in a future riot of the town. Plus, she was getting too old to live in a forest.

"I wish I could help you..."

"No it's alright... I wish I could send Matthew and Alfred to school. But I would have to put a spell on them to suppress their magic. I have yet to find this spell but as soon as I do, I'll send them there. Do you think it's a good idea ?.." He suddenly ask worriedly.

The old woman nodded.

"Of course it is. You should attend college as well Arthur. If your brother and yourself want to live a proper live, it's a step you can't miss."

"I guess so... It just get me... Worried..." He frowned, taking the final sip of his tea.

"You'll eventually find out everything my dear." She smiled.

As they fell silent, the door suddenly opened. A young man around Arthur's age walked in, his arms filled with groceries bags. The newcomer made Arthur tensed, knowing his little brothers were most likely using the magic they were asked to hide around the house.

Who was this stranger anyway ?!