Roman Empire had just arrived back from visiting his two little grandsons. Little Feliciano was improving with his painting very well, which made his Grandfather quite proud. Now he was back to see how Francis was doing with the newest nation. Little Arthur was about the same age as his younger grandson, perhaps a bit younger.

He found Francis in the dining area with Arthur, seemingly trying to get the toddler to eat. On a plate before them were grapes and a slab of freshly cooked bread. The teenager held up a grape for Arthur to eat. At first the nation whined, but eventually accepted the food into his mouth.

"How is it going teaching this little one the Roman ways?" Roman Empire asked. Both younger nations turned around to see him in the doorway. Arthur, who remembered that this was the man who had captured him, garbled something angrily in a different language and glared at him.

"Its going pretty well I suppose. He still has a bit of a violent side, and he hasn't caught onto our language yet," Francis repeated, before turning to the small nation and shushing him by putting another grape in his mouth.

"Well I'm sure you'll be able to tame him eventually. I'm going to look for his brothers soon, since I don't want such savage nations wandering about free. Thank goodness we caught this one while he was still young, so we can teach him to know better." Roman Empire said, thinking back to when he had caught Arthur. The child had been playing with a pack of bunnies, covered from head to toe in dirt and mud.

"Good luck with it then," Francis told him, still trying to sooth a restless Arthur.

"I'll need all the luck I can get," Roman Empire said with a slight chuckle, remembering when he had tried to get to Arthur's brothers. The nations, who were a lot older than Arthur, had attacked him with rocks and arrows.

"I'd better bring him to bed. If Arthur doesn't get a full nights sleep then he gets very cranky." Francis said, lifting Arthur up from his seat. The green eyes tot squirmed and grasped the sleeve of Francis's tunic tightly.

"Alright, good night then," Roman Empire replied, grinning as the two nation under his rule departed from the room towards Francis's chambers. He then decided to check up on his other territories before turning in himself.

Meanwhile, Francis carried Arthur to his chambers. Beside his big bed, there was a smaller bed with wooden sides so the Brit would not roll off the bed in his sleep. He set Arthur down and began dressing his 'baby brother' in his night clothes.

"Be still now, it is time to go to bed," Francis told him in a hushed whisper. Arthur recognized that word and his eyelids suddenly began to feel droopy. The toddler's mouth formed into a small 'o and yawned before muttering some unrecognizable word.

"You're sleepy aren't you?" Francis asked with a grin. Arthur gazed at him tiredly, using a fist to rub at his eyes. The French nation chuckled and laid down the nation in his little bed, tucking the warm blankets around him. "Goodnight mon lapin," Francis cooed, poking Arthur in the tummy. The tot gave a small squeal and pushed the teen's hand away. The older nation grinned. "Hmm, ticklish are we?" He poked Arthur's stomach again, and the small nation instantly snapped something in his foreign language and slapped at Francis's hand.

"Alright, alright, I wont poke you anymore. Goodnight Arthur," Francis repeated, tucking the covers more securely around the smaller one. He then climbed into his own bed. Arthur however, still laid awake. His mind was trying to make sense of how his life had changed so drastically.

Arthur did not like this new strange life. He had much preferred living in the forest with his brothers. Even if they sometimes picked on him, at least he was free to run about and play with the fairies and animals. Not once had he encountered a fairy in this large castle so far. It had been quite a surprise the day he had been taken from his forest. He had been playing with a group of bunnies, when all in the sudden a large pair of hands came out of nowhere and scooped him right up.

Roman Empire was the one who had caught him. He had smiled at Arthur, and spoke funny words to him that the little nation didn't understand. He was also riding a large creature that looked just like a unicorn, only it didn't have a horn! Had this big scary man chopped it off or something?

That had been a week or so ago though. Since then he had barely even seem Roman Empire, except for earlier of course. Instead he had to deal with Francis. That annoying older nation watched him constantly, so he was never able to try and go back to his real home. For some reason though, day by day, he was beginning to feel more at ease around the strange teenager with wavy blonde hair and eyes the color of the blue ocean. Perhaps it was because he was being cared for so tenderly, unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Suddenly he felt the overwhelming need to be held. Knowing that he wouldn't be understood if he used his own language, Arthur settled for giving a soft whine.

"What is it Arthur? Are you alright?" Francis asked straight away, not yet asleep. Arthur responded by holding his arms out as an indication to be picked up. Francis complied, swooping up the tot and settling him in the big bed. He smiled as the little nation settled into sleep.

a/n: Sorry for the lack of updates on my other stories...I'm working on them I promise! I have a writers block, and my family has been giving me crap lately, sucky excuses I know. Anyway, hope this was okay.

Thank you for all your wonderful reviews, I wasn't even sure if people would like this or not.

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