A/N: Oh look it's chapter 2! Not as long as the last one but not to worry! There's more to come! Things will be picking up and I swear I haven't forgotten about "Supernaturally Weird"! I've just been busy getting some work done. So here ya go!


A pot of what looked like beef stew was slowly being burned on the stove by a very distracted blonde english man as he recounted the day's events.

Arthur and his son had recently moved into their new apartment and today had been Iggy, his son's, first day of school where he had wonderfully made a friend which led to Arthur meeting his son's teacher, Alfred F. Jones.

Their first meeting was certainly awkward but Arthur found the American rather nice, though he was a bit of a chatterbox as the brit found out after getting over the initial shock of finding out they were neighbours.

After the short pause, Alfred had invited him inside for some coffee since Alfie had already dragged Iggy off to play, and they might be awhile. Arthur declined the coffee, saying he was allergic and preferred tea anyway which prompted Alfred to start a shocked babble of how "coffee is life!" and questions like "how are you allergic?!" and "how do you even survive?!". That certainly broke the ice between them as Arthur chuckled at the other's silliness over his obvious love of the caffeinated drink and led to the rest of the afternoon of them simply talking whilst their sons played.

"Mum?"

The tiny voice of his son plucked him out of his musings and found the lad staring up at him.

"What is darling?"

"Have you seen flying mint bunny anywhere? I can't find him." asked Iggy worriedly.

"I'm sure he's hiding around here somewhere. I'll help you look for him later alright? For now, it's dinner time."

Arthur scooped up the little blonde boy and put him in his chair then went to turn off the stove. He place his home made beef stew on the table and placed some on Iggy's plate, then the two began eating as if the food didn't look like it could kill a whale.

In the Jones apartment, a similar scene was taking place but with hearty home grilled burgers sizzling on the pan. Like Arthur, another blonde was busy thinking about the events of today. After inviting Arthur inside and totally embarrassing himself by ranting about coffee, Alfred found himself enjoying the other's company and was secretly happy they were neighbors. He was even happier after finding out that Arthur was single and swung his way, not that he had any plans about it or anything.

They ended up talking about their single parent life, Arthur had been married to a french man before and Iggy came from a surrogate mother. By the time Iggy could talk, he learned to call Arthur his mum and had gotten used to it even after Arthur had divorced his husband when he caught the man cheating on him with more than one person. It had been three years since then and as upsetting as it was, Alfred found it funny that Arthur refuses to say his ex-husband's name and simply calls him "the frog". In turn, Alfred told the englishman that he had gotten his then girlfriend pregnant, he was willing to support her and even get married but the girl eventually left him and their son, saying something about her career being on the line. She left before Alfie learned to talk.

They had talked until it was time to go and Arthur called Iggy to say they were leaving, resulting in the boy pouting. Alfred assured him that he could come over to play anytime and if it was okay with Arthur, Alfie can visit as well. Arthur was fine with it, happy even, that his son was getting along so well with another and Iggy said goodbye to Alfie, promising to each other they would visit.

"Dad! Dad! Dad!"

Alfred snapped out of his thoughts over his son's outburst and turned to see him holding up a battered looking green bunny with wings.

"What cha got there? I don't remember you having a toy like that."

"It's Iggy's! He left his toy! Can I go give it back?"

"Later kiddo, right now it's chow time. Come on."

Alfred scooped up his son with one arm, making him giggle, and plopped him onto his seat, placing the bunny next to him and gave him his dinner, which was a smaller burger than his own.

"Eat up! Then you can go give back the toy."

"Okay!"

The two americans began chomping away at their dinners, the burgers never stood a chance.

"I can't find him anywhere mum!"

"It's fine! Don't worry! We'll find him. Now, where did you last leave him?"

They had been searching for the green winged stuffed bunny for some time now but have yet to find the toy, and Iggy was getting more upset by the minute. Arthur was busy trying to soothe him when he heard the buzzer for his door.

"Just a second alright dear? We'll find your bunny okay?" Arthur told Iggy as he went to answer the door. He opened it to find Alfred and his son.

"Alfred? What is it?"

The american gestured to his son, "Alfie here found something of yours. Go on Al."

Arthur looked down at Alfie who pulled a winged green bunny from behind him, "This is Iggy's right?"

"Oh! Thank heavens, we've been looking for that! Iggy will be so happy!" Arthur turned back towards the room and called for his son, "Iggy darling, there's someone here to see you. And he has a surprise."

Iggy came out from his room rubbing at his teary eyes, his face brightened upon seeing that it was Alfie and he had flying mint bunny with him! Iggy ran up to the door and hugged the stuffing out of his beloved bunny.

"Flying Mint bunny! You're back!"

"Alfie found him for you. Now what do you say?" Arthur asked the little blonde, who looked up at his mum then turned to face his friend.

"Thank you for finding flying mint bunny Alfie." Iggy said shyly while still clutching the toy.

"You're welcome!" smiled Alfie, happy he was able to help.

Alfred looked back to Arthur, "Sorry to bother you, just came to give back Iggy's doll."

"No it's alright. Thank you for finding it, it means a lot to Iggy."

Alfred patted his son on the shoulder, "Well come on, it's time for bed, you both still have school tomorrow. Say goodnight Al."

"G'Night Mr. Kirkland!" said the little american boy, not showing any sleepiness whatsoever.

Arthur chuckled, "You too dear." patting the little boy's head.

Then Alfie went up to Iggy, "Night Iggy! See you tomorrow!", and kissed him on the forehead.

Both adults raised their brow at the action but found it insanely cute as Iggy rubbed at his forehead. Then Alfie turned to look at his father.

"Aren't you gonna say goodnight to Mr. Kirkland too dad?"

Arthur blushed at the same time Alfred did, both stuttering out nonsense. Alfred forced out a laugh, "Yeah, haha! Uh..goodnight Arthur! Nyt Iggy! See you tomorrow alright? Come on Al, time for bed."

Alfred rushed them off quick as he can and back into their own apartment, as Arthur did the same, both trying to ignore the light tinge of heat on their cheeks as they tucked their sons into bed. Neither slept much that night.

Days turn to weeks and pretty soon, Alfie and Iggy had practically become inseparable. They would spend their time together playing during recess or lunch, though Alfred made sure they both finished their food and after class they would end up either at the Jones or Kirkland residence. A comfortable routine had been somewhat established between the Jones and the Kirklands, sometimes they would even have dinner together.

The first time, it was Arthur who had invited them over and both Alfred and his son were all too eager to spend some time with their favorite brits. When dinner was served, Alfred did his best not to flinch at the warring taste in his mouth, making sure to nod his head and make pleased sounds so as not to hurt the englishman's feelings. He envied the kids who got to eat a more simple dish, though it still looked a little burnt. But seeing Arthur so happy made the poor american think it was worth the impending stomach ache. The next few times any dinner invites were made, Alfred made sure that either he was the one cooking or at least helping Arthur.

But there was always a silver lining in a burning cloud of smoke, and that was Arthur's some unfathomable reason Alfred couldn't explain, the brit was great at baking and making desserts which both americans couldn't get enough of. Alfie absolutely loved Arthur's cookies much to the brit's delight, and he would begin to give Iggy an extra cookie to share with Alfie in school for their snack. Eventually Arthur just started making a batch to give to the Jones when he found out that Alfred had been asking his son for bites of his cookie. Alfie had complained to him onetime when he was over playing with Iggy. Arthur ended up giving the teacher a good scolding.

"If you wanted cookies then you should have just asked!"

"I'm sorry! I couldn't resist! Those things should be illegal for being so tasty." Alfred defended with his arms raised in mock surrender.

"Git," Arthur sighed, "I'll bake you a batch every now and then alright?"

"Oh yeah! Sweets from the sweet!" exclaimed the teacher, causing the brit to flush red.

"W-hat?!"

"Uh! I mean- you know! It's sweet-of you I mean, to go out of your way to make us cookies and all! Yeah!"

"O-oh! Right..it's no trouble! Alfie seems to enjoy it."

"He's not the only.." mumbled Alfred.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

Needless to say, as comfortable as their daily routines may have been, both still suffered from the regular occurrence of these awkward moments which both adults were contented to ignore. But that may all change at the hands of two not so innocent boys.


A/N: Oh God these dorks...there wasn't much little Alfie and Iggy moments here, more on them next time!