"Alfred, are you ready yet?! It's time to go to school!" The tempered Brit shouted from the bottom of the staircase, his eyebrows furrowed. "And get your coat on too!" Arthur leaned on the banister waiting for his son.

"Imma coming Dad!" Little Alfred groaned, trudging down the stairs in a blue top and navy jeans. He held his backpack in one hand and was currently trying to tug on his vibrant yellow raincoat.

"Honestly, give me your bag whilst you put on your shoes." Arthur insisted a little calmer. "Francis, is Matthew ready yet?" Arthur's husband emerged from the kitchen, another small boy in a red rain coat clutching his hand, a stuffed white polar bear under his arm.

"Oui, he's ready to go." Francis spoke smiling, allowing Matthew to run over to his brother. "I'll go get their lunches." Turning on his heels, the French man strode back into the kitchen, returning with 2 plastic tubs, brimming with delicious food.

"Merci Papa." Matthew thanked in an cute manner, taking his food and placing it into his bag. However his brother wasn't as lenient.

"Papa, did you make me peanut-butter and banana?!" The child squealed, also unzipping his backpack to put his lunch in. Peanut butter and banana was Alfred's all-time favourite.

"Urm, not today Alfred. You had it yesterday. It's not good for you to have it on too many occasions." Francis said firmly wafting his finger at the boy. Alfred only pouted, crossing his arms moodily and shuffling towards the door.

"Dad, are you taking us to school today?" Matthew asked in a quiet tone, cuddling his bear close to his chest. Francis and Arthur both exchanged looks, the 2 parents mouthing words to each other, followed by the Brit smirking.

"No, your Papa IS going to take you." Arthur replied, widening his eyes at his husband who rolled his and nodded. After hugging both of his children, Arthur opened the front door and the boys dashed outside towards the car.

"C'mon Papa! Let's go!" Alfred yelled, tugging at the handle of the car door, in an attempt to pry it open. Obviously, he forgot that the car still needed to be unlocked... Francis chuckled at them from inside the house before turning to his partner and caressing his scowling face benevolently.

"Arthur...Smile? For me?"Francis cooed contently, his mouth forming a pout. Arthur's lips trembled, but refused to curl up into any sort of smile. Laughing lightly to himself, Francis eased his 'wifes' body towards his own, nuzzling their noses together. Soon enough, the smaller blonde cracked and couldn't hold back his smirk any longer. Arms looped around the French man's shoulders and Arthur emitted a pleased laugh.

"There we go. Now, give me a kiss before I go?" Francis said flirtatiously, grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't push it." Arthur murmured tonelessly, although his expression turned cheeky, much like his husbands. Their lips pressed together tenderly, Francis dipping the flustered English man backwards.

Alfred stuck his tongue out in disgust, before shrieking from their white vehicle and shuddering from the sight. "Eww! Yucky! Kissing!"

The two parents parted, giggling with amusement and blue eyes met green.

"See you soon, Francis. I love you." Arthur lamented happily, unthreading his arms from around Francis' bold neck. Lips attacked Arthur's throat with more forceful kisses, until Francis' jaw was grasped firmly "Not now. Take them to school, git."

"Alright, alright." Francis snickered and placed a final kiss to Arthur's crimson face, before jogging down the path. The car was unlocked and after making sure the children were strapped up, Francis opened the door to the driver's seat. He peered over his shoulder, gazing back at the house, where Arthur leaned against door frame, arms folded and a smile curling upwards on his face. The French man blew his lover a kiss, causing Arthur to blush a deep shade of pink as he waved to them. Francis dropped into the driver's seat and the door was heaved shut, before the engine purred with life. They gradually backed out of the driveway and drove down the road until they were soon out of sight. Arthur covered his mouth, holding back a weary yawn as he pushed the white, powdered door to a close. He ran a slim hand through his short, blonde locks as he exhaled in contentment.

End of Part 1