Hello,it's me again! I got another story I wanted to share, and it's starting to form into a multi-chapter thing, so please watch out for future chapters of this story! It originally started as a one-shot from my 600 themes list, but it kinda grew into something else, and it's only been two days since I wrote it! And it's also a role-reversed EnglandxAmerica parental fic as well, so it's like Age Downgrade mixed with my FMA fic An Alchemist's Pride and Joy, without the neko child, lol~ Please enjoy and review, fave, and check out my poll!

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Confunding Buttons!

A Hetalia: Axis Powers Oneshot

By A Hot Delicious Cup Of Tea

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Little four year old Arthur Kirkland had a problem. It was a time-consuming, absolutely frustrating situation he was stuck in. The thing was, it seemed to be an almost regular predicament for him. He couldn't figure out how to button up any of his shirts that had buttons.

His older brother, Alfred, had taught him time after time how to do it, and it seemed so easy when he showed Arthur how. But everytime he had to do it himself without any help, he froze up in nervousness.

He would usually solve the problem by either declaring that he needed a different top or running to Alfred insisting he needed help, the last choice happening rarely.

Today, though, was his first day of going to what Alfred called 'play school', and he really wanted to show his big brother that he could dress himself without any help at all. So he really needed to get the buttons on his plaid vest on, and quickly! He didn't have the thirty minutes he used to have, because Alfred now had a paying job as a teacher who taught 6th graders Math and Science, which Arthur didn't understand the improtance of. It just ment that Alfred had to leave about twenty minutes eariler then he used to when he ever left the house in the morning at all.

It left Arthur with about five minutes to figure out what to do before Alfred would come in wondering if Arthur was ready to go or not.

He didn't know what to do at all! Everytime he seemed to get a button in, it would come right back out the moment he tried to get another in.

As he fumbled with the tiny nightmares, he began to whimper in frustration. Those cunfunded buttons! He felt his hair start to get into his eyes as he glared down at his vest front, and he started to stomp his feet angerly around his bedroom.

He didn't have much longer, he knew, and he really wanted to make his big brother proad of him, but he was failing!

As he made that realization, he felt a tear come to his eye, he was so unhappy, he was about to cry. Why couldn't he get the button into the hole?

Arthur sat down beside his tiny backpack and started crying softly to himself. He had given up, and didn't want to run to Alfred for help in his state.

He stayed like that for only a few minutes until Alfred came in, dressed in a simi-fancy sky-blue suit with a necktie that had 'Caution' signs Arthur had given him the previous Father's Day.

"Arthur, why are you crying?" Alfred asked as he got down on the floor beside the tot, grabbing the tissue box from the nightstand nearby. "Are you nervous about play school? There's absolutely nothing to worry about."

"C-Could you button up my vest, please Alfred?" Arthur finally managed a moment later between gasps, rubbing tears from his grass-green eyes.

"Cirtainly, sweet sugar-scone." the older brother replied, calling him by his nickname.

"I-I'm sorry I couldn't b-button myself, A-Alfred. I-I tried t-to do it, b-but it j-just wouldn't!"

"Oh, so that's why," Alfred sighed, finishing the job quickly. "Well, I'm glad you tried your hardest, but we'll just nedd to try again next time, hm? Now blow into the tissue."

Arthur blew his nose into the tissue, making a disgusted face as he did so, and then looked up at Alfred. "I kinda hope that I can do everything by myself when I grow up, Alfred. 'Cause then I'd be happier, wouldn't you?"

The remark startled Alfred for a moment, but he then grinned shortly after, lifting Arthur back onto his feet, clad in horse riding shoes. "I suppose, but everyone needs a little help here and there, you know? I sometimes go to you or even to Granmamma for help when I need it. Like when I need to know what channel the Tarheels game is on, and you'll remember and tell me, right?"

Arthur nodded, standing a little striaghter. He then immeadiately grabbed his rainbow backpack and tore out of the room, exclaiming; "WE'RE LATE TO WORK, ALFRED! TEN MINUTES LATE!"

(The end of one-shot, but to be continued...)

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Hey, I hope you like this, because there will be more. And I'll give you a short preview now...

Preview of Chapter Two of 'New Beginnings'

"Hello! You must be Mr. Jones, the new teacher!" they were greeted by a beautiful redheaded woman who was sitting behind a simple desk. "And who's this? You must be his son! I have a son too! Most adorable boy in the entire world!"

"Samantha. He's my little brother. And I know nearly everything about Allistor. I just came to check myself in, okay?" Alfred almost growled, starting to slowly walk away.

"Who's Allistor? He sounds like some kind of dinosaur." Arthur asked, his curiousity peaked again.

"It sure does, doesn't it? Well, because his father is of Scottish roots, he had to have a Scottish name, or I would've named him something like Axel or even Alvin." Samantha egerly answered Arthur's question, leaning on the edge of her desk

"Momma! Don't talk about my name! I'll tell Daddy when we get home!" Arthur heard a load child's voice as someone stepped out of another room within the office...

Make sure to check out this and more in the next chapter of my new series, New Beginnings, coming out soon!~

~A Hot Delicious Cup Of Tea