Miracles Do Happen

by hint-0f-pink

This is a F.A.C.E family fic but it's different. I love Fruk don't get me wrong, but I wanted to try it in a different way. What if instead of lovers they (France and Iggy) were best friends raising their little brothers together? Don't like how that sounds don't read, also comment's would be nice. (Picture is not mine, belongs to rightful owner as does Hetalia)

1. Chapter 1

The apartment was quiet, filled with a sadness that only came with loosing a loved one. After about four hours of trying to calm his younger brother Arthur sighed. The Englishman ran a hand thru his blonde locks. His green eyes moved around the room and then to tiny Alfred. It had been three months since their mother had passed on. She was one of the few things that kept the two together.

He got up from the bed which they had to share and made his way into the kitchen and living area. Their apartment was quiet small since Arthur had to sell his mothers home in order to provide for him and his brother. After brewing up some coffee he pulled a letter from the large stack of bills on the table. He was already working two jobs to try and lower the mound of debt that hung over his head.

Sitting the cup and letter down he began to cry into his palms. Social services had threatened to take his baby brother away, but things have never been this bad. "This is it," he thought to himself. "I'm going to loose everything, even…" He didn't even notice when the coffee cup hit the hard tile flooring. The loud crash woke Alfred from the state of slumber; the child climbed out of bed and followed another sound. Peeking his head around the corner he saw his older brother, crying?

"Artie, what's wrong?" His bright blue eyes sparkled as he walked over to Arthur. A light tap on his shoulder made Arthur lift his head. His green eyes were red and teary, yet he made a small smile upon seeing his brother. "What are you doing out of bed?" The Englishman picked him up and sat him on his lap. "Why are you crying Artie?" Taking his tiny hands he wiped away his brother's tears. "Just worrying Alfred, about things." Arthur petted the child's dirty blonde hair.

Alfred smiled. "Everything is gonna be alright big brother. After all you said fairy tales always have a happy ending! A-And miracles are possible!" As quickly as possible he wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck, hugging him tightly. "I promise as a hero they will Artie, just keep up hope." Slowly but surely Alfred fell asleep again, with a smile on his face.

Arthur carried his younger brother back into their room, planting a kiss on his head and shutting the door. An as softly as anyone could whisper "I promise". Alfred was right, as they will both soon find out.