Mellow! This story is one that might just kill your heart and based off of an rp with Chibiamerica. The story is broken up into both 'parts' and 'chapters', so let me explain. The parts will each be different periods in time, while the chapters will be like normal. Hope you enjoy the story.

Arthur's Little Boy

Part 1

Chapter 1

Alfred Jones sped down the pathway toward the docks. The white sails he could already see, which only had him more excited. His big brother's ship was suppose to dock that day, though there was no guarantee with the ocean always being unpredictable. That's why for the last three days he had spent all his time waiting around there, sometimes helping the sailors with their jobs to make to time pass a bit quicker.

Meanwhile, Arthur was walking about his ship checking with his men to be sure that everything was taken care of. He knew that once he left the ship his time would belong to his little colony. Even with his duties, he was excited and hurried through the tasks so not to waste time.

The man had just gotten off the ship when Alfred had spotted him. The boy shouted his name and tackled the elder with a hug. Arthur blinked, seeing as that he didn't even have to look for his colony. But damn...he was surprised by the child that currently had him caught in a hug. "Woah, you've gotten big." He stated, it looked like the child had grown another inch since he had last been in America.

"You've just been away so long." Alfred stated, giving the nation a little pout as he finally let up from the hug. He was a little hurt that Arthur had been away for so long.

The Englishman sighed, reaching down to lift Alfred up and swing him around. "I'm sorry, lad. I had so much work when I got back." He couldn't disobey his king, and coming over was already something his highness didn't seem to like Arthur doing.

"But you're here for a while, right?" Alfred's mood changed quickly to hopeful. His large blue eyes looking up at Arthur.

"Yes, I am. I got everything done early so I could spend a few months with you." Arthur had to work his ass off, but he considered it worth it.

"Awesome!" Alfred cheered jumping up and down. "I got lots of stuff to show ya and tell ya about." The months that Arthur hadn't been there had been full of adventure for the child. He had lived with Indians for a bit, learned how to work a printing press, and caught a new pet.

"Oh, you do? Then shall we go?" It was turning into evening, and Arthur wanted to sit down for tea with the boy that amused him so much. He even brought some sweet presents to share and spoil Alfred with.

"Yeah!" The child practically dragged Arthur by the hand.

Though it took a little effort, Arthur kept up and followed. He was simply happy to see the boy again after so long. But, god had he grown. And fast too, maybe too fast.

Alfred's newest pet was still in the house, howling and pacing about. "Look Arthur!" he said proud about his newly caught pet.

The empire jumped when he saw the creature in surprise. How, just how did he manage that? "Alfred, that's not safe. How did it get inside?" He asked, keeping the boy close to him.

"What'd ya mean? He followed me home." Alfred had fed the beast the night before, so of course it followed.

Arthur cringed at the slang, but he didn't say anything about it. He was still assuming that one day he would be able to have the boy speaking like a proper gentleman. "Like a dog?" He asked. Though there was a big difference between a wolf and a domestic hound.

"Uh-huh," the boy said, liking his new friend. This was cooler than the rabbit friends he had, though he still like them. "Mattie has a bear." In a sense he got the wolf just to compete with his neighbor.

"But...ah, Mattie?" Arthur assumed that was the name of the land that Francis had scavenged up. The bloody frog beat him to it really, such a shame.

"Yeah, He lives above me." Alfred replied meaning it at a nation level. "France let him have a bear." The boy had noticed that France was a sore spot with Arthur, but sometimes it worked to his advantage.

Just inside the house, blocked in, the wolf continued its pacing. It grumbled and growled, clearly not happy about being kept that way.

"I don't much care what that frog lets his colonies do, Alfred. That animal isn't safe, and I'm not allowing you to keep it." Arthur stated as stern as he could.

"Awww, but he's my friend!" Alfred protested, tugging on Arthur's shirt a bit.

"He's ferocious, Alfred. Look at him." Arthur was intimidated by the creature, was it really that hard for the colony to understand?

Despite the wolf's growls and barks, Alfred denied it. "No he's not." Alfred said moving to let it out.

Arthur went to grab the child up immediately, his heart racing at Alfred doing such a thing. Was the child absolutely crazy? It was baring it's fangs! "Yes, Alfred. He is."

"But, but," Alfred whined. None of his other pets were that cool.

"This sort of animal will hurt you, Alfred. I don't want you getting harmed." He told the child, setting him down far away from the wolf, "Stay there. Don't move"

Alfred frowned, he wanted to keep it. "No, Arthur. Don't make him go!" He protested seeing as that was exactly what Arthur looked like he was going to do.

"If you wanted a dog, you could have asked for one. A wolf is not a pet, it's a wild animal." Arthur tried to explain as gently as he could while he picked up a broom that was leaning against the wall in the corner.

The beast seemed to sense that something was going to happen. He glared at Arthur and growled.

The man opened the door and tried to guide the animal out with the cleaning tool. He kept a good distance so not to get bit. At first the dog snapped at the broom; but once it noticed that he was being lead out, it bolted and tramped over the grass as fast as it possibly could.

Arthur shut the door as soon as it was out, though he looked over at Alfred and sighed. The poor boy looked pitiful, sitting on the floor sniffling over the loss of his pet. "I'm sorry, Alfred. But it's not a proper pet."

"No fair," he said, obviously very upset.

"I know it must feel that way." Arthur didn't like upsetting the child, but there wasn't another option this time. He wasn't letting the animal hurt his boy.

"He was nice to me last night," Alfred mumbled remembering how it ate from his hand gently.

"He doesn't seem to be nice now, does he?" Poor child just didn't seem to understand. "But, dear, it's alright. He'll be happier outside."

"Maybe," the child said with a dampened mood.

"Come on," Arthur held out his hand. "I have a treat for you. Let's get you cleaned up for tea."

The child took his big brother's hand, "Tea?" He didn't drink much when Arthur wasn't around. But, it was always nice to spend tea time with Arthur.

"Yes, I thought it would be nice to have some with a little of...something else." He didn't want to tell the boy what he brought just yet, he wanted to surprise the lad. Perhaps it would make things a little better as well.

"Hm?" Alfred was a bit curious, it seemed like Arthur was hiding something from him.

"I think you'll like what I brought." Arthur stated as he took Alfred up to his bedroom to change into a cleaner set of clothes.

"What is it?" One could tell he was still a bit down, but at the same time a little excited.

"I'll let you know once you've changed. Get into something cleaner." Arthur stated, shooing the child into the bedroom.

"But this is clean," Alfred whined. And if the British man saw the state of his other clothes, he would understand. The boy had worn his best clothes simply because Arthur would expect him to.

"That's clean? How?" Arthur was in disbelief, it was covered in dirt and had several holes.

Admittedly, this was the one he played in the woods with the day before and was pretty dirty. "Cause it's the cleanest one," he responded using his logic.

The man sighed and shook his head. "Have you not been washing your things? Get all your clothes together and I'll wash them for you tonight." Honestly, silly boy. Though Arthur couldn't really blame him.

"Okay," the child scurried off to go get them. He knew how to clean, but it wasn't fun so he normally didn't. He knew that his big brother preferred things to be clean though.

While Alfred got all of his things together, Arthur went back to the kitchen to begin preparing tea. He took out the cookies he had brought, putting a lemon cake up where it would be safe from grabby little hands till dinner.

Alfred ran down the stairs, sounding like a herd of horses and looking quite comical because the clothes stack was almost larger than him. "I got them!" Though the state of his wardrobe was probably something Arthur wouldn't like to see as not only were they dirty but also wore out beyond what the nation was willing to accept for even play clothing.

Arthur nodded, "Just set them on the sofa." He instructed planning to do it later when the boy was busy.

"Okay," Alfred obeyed and ran into the kitchen.

The tea was still boiling, however, Arthur set the table and put the cookies in the middle. "Wash your hands and we can have biscuits."

"Awww," Alfred whined but still washed his hands.

"You'll get sick if you eat without washing your hands." Arthur knew the child had been outside playing, and he likely had dirt and god only knows what else all over himself.

Alfred replied, "Yeah, yeah."

The Englishman chose to ignore that, giving Alfred a small platter so he could get a few of the cookies. Alfred had always been a little mouthy, and it seemed that here was no changing the child.

This invite had the boy grabbing a 'few' cookies. He loved sweets, and he knew Arthur secretly did so too.

After the fourth one, Arthur couldn't help but say something. "Alfred, do you really want that many sweets before dinner?"

"Yes!" Why would Arthur think otherwise?

"As long as you eat your dinner." Arthur warned.

"I will," he normally loved Arthur's food enough that it wouldn't be a problem. After all it was delicious, Arthur told him so.

"Alright, then." Arthur didn't mind spoiling the boy. Especially since he hadn't seen him in so long.

The lad perked up but, he ate very sloppily. Tutting on his heel, Arthur came up behind the boy and wiped his face, "Manners, Alfred, manners."

"Aw, I don't need 'em." He said chewing with an open mouth.

"Yes you do, they're very important, you know," Arthur lectured. You may have to make a good first impression and you don't want to come off as a slob, do you?"

"Guess not," Alfred mumbled, not seeing the point really. It was normally just easier to agree with his big brother.

"That's a good boy." Arthur smiled fondly, finishing the tea and fixing two cups.

Although, the house had seen better days. As a result of the creature that Alfred had let in, the furniture in the kitchen was gnawed and many of the dishes were broken. The child might not have noticed, but Arthur certainly did. He sighed. How long had that boy let the animal inside? What if what had come of the furniture had happened to the little boy he held so dear? The man scared himself with that thought.

The child slurped down tea, "What we are doin' today?"

Arthur thought for a moment, sitting down in front of the child as he looked around. "I'm not sure. But, Alfred, have you looked around?"

"At what?" He mumbled around his food.

"The house, Alfred." The man clarified.

"What about it?" He hoped Arthur wasn't going to complain about how dirty it was. He was going to clean it, honest. But, then some friends came by and he kind of forgot.

Arthur could forgive the dirt and rather disgusting appearance of the house, which he was planing to fix. He would expect it of a boy. But the wolf being inside… really how silly. "Look at what that wolf did."

"Hm?" Alfred started to understand as he looked around, "Oh..."

"It ruined the entire bottom floor of the house." Arthur tisked. He would have to order it to be refurbished.

"Sorry," the colony mumbled, only a little sorry though.

"Alfred, you really shouldn't let such creatures into the house. You should know better." Arthur shook his head, " What would you have done if it attacked you?"

"It didn't attack me," Alfred clearly wasn't making the connection.

"But what if it had? Do you see how aggressive it had become?" He said trying to press the importance of the matter.

Alfred shook his head, "I don't know."

"It could have really hurt you, Alfred. Will you promise me not to bring an animal like that inside again?" That's all he was looking for really.

"Fine," Alfred agreed sticking out a lip. Matthew got a bear and he just had bunnies.

The man sighed. What was he to do with this boy?