Thank you for the reviews! Sorry for the long wait, here's the next chapter though! I'll tell you the ages of the characters now:

Francis- 30

Arthur- 27

Alfred- 19

Matthew- 19

Karou- 17

Kyle- 14

Airini- 10

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It had been four years since Airini and Kyle has joined the family. Four of their best years of their lives, according to them. It was just another day, a weekday to be more precise, and as hectic as always.

"ALFRED! I CALLED YOU DOWNSTAIRS FIVE MINUTES AGO! IF YOU TAKE ANY MORE TIME YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

"GEEZ BRO! CAN'T YA JUST WAIT? I WAS DOING MY HAIR!"

"SHUT UP YOU BLOODY GIT AND GET DOWNSTAIRS! EVERYONE'S ALREADY HERE!"

Airini chuckled, eating her toast. Alfred took the most time out of them all in the bathroom. He was becoming quite vain, something which Arthur pointed out a lot. Even Airini didn't take that much time, and she was a girl. Then again, she was a rather different girl. She lived with a gay couple and four 'brothers'. All men. And she was the only female. It was never boring, and she had managed to stay feminine. She remembered how shocked her friends had been to find out she didn't have any women in the house. It was rather hilarious. Anyways, back to the situation at hand, Alfred was coming down the stairs, leaping into the kitchen and ruffling his only sister's hair, laughing as she chuckled.

"Heyya guys! The hero has arrived!"

"Do shut up, git. We know you don't care about being late, but I would appreciate it if you didn't make any of the other's late today," replied Arthur smoothly, sipping his tea and checking his watch. "Oh, doesn't your class start in fifteen minutes?" he asked innocently. The American yelped, struggling to stuff as much as toast he could into his mouth and hopped around on one foot, pulling on his socks.

"You look funny," remarked Airini, pulling her bag on. Kyle snorted, hauling his own bag up and following Karou out of the door.

"When doesn't he?"

They laughed and Matthew, taking pity on his brother, took his bag out to the car. Alfred got into Arthur's car (that he usually used) and stuck the key in the ignition, glancing at the kids.

"So who's coming with me today?"

"Me!" exclaimed Airini, jumping into the car. Kyle and Karou went with Matthew into Francis' car. Their guardians waved from the door, watching as the cars left.

"They grow up quickly don't they?" mumbled Arthur, leaning against his boyfriend. The Frenchman sighed, wrapping his arms around the shorter man's waist.

"Oui. And it feels like it was just yesterday zat you found Kyle and Airini in ze rain. Time flies fast when you are 'aving fun."

"I feel old now."

"I assure you, you don't look old, mon cher. Now, 'ow about we go inside and 'ave some fun of our own, hmmm?"

"Frog, why must you make everything sound so perverted?"

"Ohonononon, you 'ave a dirty mind. For all you know, I could be talking about spring cleaning."

"Oh belt up."

Francis chuckled, leading the Brit inside.

"Ah mon cher, let us go inside. And zen we can commence our 'fun'."


Meanwhile, in Alfred's college classroom…

Alfred was twitching nervously, chewing on his pen as he stared blankly at the board. He was tense, and angry and nervous all at the same time. It wasn't about the fact that his crush, Lilianne Rosevear, was sitting next to him. No. It was about the fact that he had seen a boy watching his sister.

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Alfred drove to the school, listening to Airini's chattering the whole way. He hadn't really expected her to be the noisy kind. She was always just so…quiet. Anyways, he was glad she talked, because she would otherwise spend most of her time with Matthew in the kitchen, just watching him cook. Arthur was rarely allowed to cook, even though he did make good food, and it was usually Matthew or Francis who cooked. And Airini had developed a fascination in watching them cook or helping them. She was, surprisingly, good. Anyways, they were driving down the street, and soon enough Alfred was pulling up in front of the school. His sister turned to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she said a bright 'see you later' and hopped out of the car. He laughed and waved, watching her walk into the building. He didn't know why he did, but something compelled him to look towards the huge oak tree the stood proudly in the middle of the grounds. There was a particular brown haired boy that caught his attention. And he was staring right at Airini. While the American would have loved to go there and interroga- er, ask the boy why exactly he was staring at his sister, a tap to the window brought him out of his thought. It was Kyle. Green eyes, much like Arthur's, stared at him worriedly. The Aussie tapped his wrist, and mouthed something. The older boy raised an eyebrow then glanced at the time, cursing and giving a thumbs up, steeping on the gas and shooting down the road. He could question that boy when he went to pick Airini up.

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The American sighed, running a hand through his hair and trying to focus on the lesson. The brunette next to him poked his side, making him jump and turning his head. Lilianne smiled brightly, grey eyes flitting towards the teacher before settling back on him. He felt a light blush rise up.

"You seem worried," she said quietly, scribbling down some notes while watching him. After a quick inner battle, the blond shrugged.

"It's nothing."

He turned away, returning to copying notes from the board. He could feel the girl's gaze on him, and to be honest, it kind of creeped him out. Alfred sighed, thinking back on the boy when the bell rang. He quickly put all his stuff away and rushed out of the classroom, intent in finding his brother. He only had one more class and then he would go home, hopefully to study. Matthew, he knew, had two more classes. The blue eyed blond unexpectedly bumped into his brother, sending his twin sprawling to the floor.

"Oh hey Mattie! Sorry about that!" he greeted, hauling the other up. Matthew rolled his eyes, picking up his books and dusting his clothes.

"It's alright, eh? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I was searching for you. We need to talk, in private," with that he dragged his French speaking twin into the gardens and to their familiar spot under a maple tree.

"So, I was dropping off Airini to school in the morning, right? Well, when she was going inside the building, I saw this…boystaring at her." Here he paused for a dramatic effect. It seemed that it was wasted. Matthew simply raised an eyebrow.

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'? He was staring at her! Like, in a completely stalkerish way!"

"You're overreacting Alfred. He probably just glanced in the general direction that Airini was in. It's not necessary that he was staring at her."

"Dude! He was totally staring at her!"

"And? Did he try anything?"

"No…"

"Exactly. So stop being a worrywart. It was probably just a coincidence."

Alfred pouted then bid his brother a good bye as he went to the cafeteria. A little food always calmed his nerves down.


After Alfred's second class, at home…

The American stood at the doorstep of the…house, searching the pockets of his bomber jacket for the keys. He never knew what to call the place. It was like a mansion or a villa. Whatever it was, it was certainly big. He knew that Arthur and Francis had a lot of money, yet they never really liked to show it. Well, at least the Brit didn't like to. Sure he would wear designer clothes and buy the best for them all, but he didn't act like a snob or anything. Francis was the same, although he rather enjoyed doing that with food. I mean, he brought some freaking mushrooms for 3000 dollars, mused Alfred. He finally fished the keys out and unlocked the door, letting himself inside. There was a silence, which surprised him. The only reason he opened the door with his own keys was because Arthur didn't like coming all the way downstairs 'just to open the door for a bloody git', as he so nicely put it.

"Artie? Franny? You guys home?" he called, shutting the door and putting his keys away. The teen shed his bomber jacket as he made his way further into the house. He often wondered why they hadn't married yet. It was strange. The blond studied the scene in front of him with a fond smile. Arthur and Francis were sprawled out on the couch, both of them sleeping, the younger man on top of the other, and with a blanket covering their naked bodies. Hold on a second! NAKED BODIES! He screeched mentally. It would appear so. They both were definitely shirtless and were only covered from waist down.

"HOLY CRAP! MY SWEET VIRGIN EYES!"

Both the older blond on the couch jerked awake, Arthur blushing furiously as he held the blanket around himself protectively.

"A-Alfred! What a-are you doing h-home?" he stammered, the red flush refusing to leave. The Frenchman was more collected, only looking faintly embarrassed as he pulled Arthur closer to himself and looked up at the Alfred too.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT I'M DOING HOME! MY CLASSES FINISHED AND THEN THIS! EW!"

The Englishman sighed, running a hand through his hair as he carefully sat up, making sure to keep both himself and Francis covered.

"I do apologize, Alfred. You see, it's just…" he trailed off and lifted his hand. The American wrinkled his nose.

"I'm not coming near you both until you put your clothes on, even if it's to see your ring. HOLY SHIT! YOU HAVE A RING!"

It seemed like the staying away plan wasn't going to be followed. The teen bounded over to them, holding Arthur's hand in his own to admire at the ring that was there.

"Awesome dude! You guys are finally getting married!" he cheered.

The two older men glanced at each other, smirked, then looked back at Alfred.

"Alfred, you do realize that Francis and I are…nude right?"

Then the younger blond was screeching and backing away again, rushing out of the room. The long haired blond laughed, getting out of the couch to put his clothes back on while his fiancé did the same.

"It looks like we can't surprise zem anymore. Alfred will spill ze beans."

"Ah well, it'll be all good."

When Alfred went downstairs again, he found both his guardians busy in the kitchen. Arthur was cooking and Francis was sketching something on a sheet of paper spread out in front of him.

"Whatcha doing' Franny?"

"I'm sketching."

"Whatcha sketchin'?"

"Arthurr."

"But why?"

"Because I feel like it. Also, it gives me an excuse to stay 'ere and make sure 'e doesn't burn ze 'ouse down."

"He never burned anything before…"

"Oh, mon cher, you just don't know 'im well enough."

He got a swat on his head for his trouble. They all laughed when Alfred interrupted, looking nervous.

"Um, Arthur, Francis, can I ask you guys something?"

"Mais oui."

"Of course."

The glasses wearing blond was silent for a while before he spoke.

"What would you do if you found out there's this creepy boy watching your sister?"

There was another silence before both Arthur and Francis turned to eye him curiously.

"Who's staring at Airini?" asked Arthur.

"This really creepy kid! He was totally stalking her! And Matthew said I was overreacting! But I totally was not!"

Francis snorted, patting Alfred's shoulder.

"Don't worry, mon cher, it was probably just a coincidence."

Alfred gaped at him before mumbling something that sounded like, 'freaky how alike you guys think' and 'they totally have telepathy'. But, before the Frenchman could say something Arthur beat him to it.

"Alfred?"

"Yes?"

"GO PICK UP THE KIDS!"

"YESSIR! I mean, yeah sure whatever."

"Alfred? Just go before I-"

"Going!"

And he was gone.


At the school…

Airini stood outside the school, waiting for her brothers to come. While she waited, she spotted a familiar face. Alex Maule. A British kid who gave her a flower when she was in second grade. They'd become pretty good friends.

"Hey Alex!" she called. The boy turned to her and smiled, waving and walking towards her.

"Hey Airini!"

The blonde girl smiled, opening her mouth to say something when a hand on her shoulder made her turn around. Standing there with a grin, and if you looked closely enough a malicious glint in his eyes, was Alfred.

"Heyya Airini! How was school?" he asked, delighting in the squeal and hug he got from his sister. He glowered over her head at the boy who was still watching them. Said boy jumped, and opted for a calm, slightly cocky, smile. The girl pulled away from her brother and glanced at her friend. He seemed calm, a bit nervous it seemed, but calm. She looked back at her brother. He grinned down at her.

"Shall we, m'lady?" he asked, giving and extravagant bow. The New Zealander giggled, taking his offered arm and waving at Alex.

"Bye Alex! Let's go milord."

"Very well. Your carriage awaits."

The siblings walked forward, the younger one of them chattering away excitedly. Alfred turned his head to look at the boy and give him a serious look. Alex just gave him a grin. Yeah, I can date her. It shouldn't be too hard. Plus, I always like a little challenge. Poor Alex. He didn't know about two certain overprotective fathers and four over protective brothers. Alex turned and walked away, a small smirk growing on his face as he thought. Yes, he could get her.


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