As Matthew cooked breakfast he looked over at the two children nations. Arthur had fought them when they tried to put him in the high chair. It was old fashion. One Alfred had used for his last state who was born. Francis was sitting on a chair waiting. He was laying his head down on his arms like had hadn't gotten enough sleep.

Flipping the pancakes he smiled. It was kind of strange with this new reverse roles. Last night him and his brother figured that they had no memory of being who they used to be so, keeping them here might be the best idea.

Setting down a plate of food for Francis he smiled as the other sat up. "Merci." Thank you

"Votre accueil. Aimeriez vous du lait?" Your welcome. Would you like milk?

"Oui, s'll vou plait." Yes, please.

"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" What's wrong?

"Rien." Nothing

Arthur watched the conversation wondering what they were talking about. Frowning he ate his pancakes and sighed happily at the taste. When he was half done Alfred walked in carrying an ipad. Lazy git.

"What's that?" Matthew said looking up.

"Just going over some documents before we head out to the meeting. You ready?"

"Yeah… but Alfred…"

Alfred looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Francis can only speak French."

"Yeah? Then why can't Arthur speak English?"

They all looked at Arthur who flushed in embarrassment. Francis smirked as he snickered and Alfred raised an eyebrow. Matthew shook his head and then the two brothers started talking about something. What it was unclear.

"I want to get down now." Arthur announced but it went unheard. "I said I want to get down now."

The two brothers looked at him and Alfred handed him a piece of beacon. Frowning he folded his arms and pouted. Francis ate all his food and drank his milk. Then he folded his napkin into a small square and set his fork on the plate.

"Excuusez moi," Excuse me

"Oui, Francis?" Matthew asked looking at him.

"Jaurai termine ma nurruture. Puis-je- etre excuse?" I have finished my food. May I be excused?

"Oui… oh. II ya un piano dans le salon si vous souhaitez jouer." There is a piano in the living room if you wish to play it.

"Merci je vais." Thank you I will

Once he set the dishes in the sink he walked out of the room. Alfred shrugged. "I didn't know he played the piano."

Arthur's mouth fell open. "You understood French?"

"He's really good at it. Listen… There. Isn't it pretty?" Matthew said listening to the song.

"I admit it's nice." Alfred smiled and went back to looking over documents. "Sounds a little sad."

"I think it's peaceful.. Why would you say sad?"

Alfred shrugged. "It seems like it should be faster. I really don't know."

Matthew and Arthur both listened for a moment before Matthew nodded. Arthur hadn't noticed but the American idiot was right. It was a little slower then it should have been. What Francis still sick from last night? Looking down he frowned at the rest of the food. Since he stomach was smaller he didn't need to eat that much.

Crying out again for them to let him down he felt distressed when they gave him another drink or added more food on. After five minutes he was frustrated. Worst his eyes started to sting. Biting his lips he sniffled a little and spoke a littler louder that he wanted down but they continued to talk about something else.

"Excusze-moi… Mais Arthur veut descendre!" Exsucse me… but Arthur's crying is interrupting me!

"Wanker!"

"Ah, Merci. Francis says Arthur wants down. Come on Arthur let's clean you up and get you ready."

In the car Arthur looked out the window wondering where they were going. Sighing he sat back and tried to think of something to do. The ride was long and aside from Alfred talking there was nothing to do besides sleep and he couldn't.

On the other side Francis had fallen a sleep. Matthew had leaned over and set the seat back so he could sleep more comfortably. He was glad when they stopped and got out of the car. Walking around a little testing his sleepy legs he looked up to see where they had stopped.

"Bloody hell! Their dropping us off at a daycare! Francis wake up you lazy git!"

The longer haired blonde opened his eyes sleepily but not enough to notice where they were at as Matthew picked him up and carried him into the building. Before Francis knew it they were signed in and the two brothers took off.

"What happened?"

"They signed us up for daycare! God, now what are we going to do?"

"Play?"

"That's not funny!"

"I can't believe you got into fights all day! You should know better. I really thought you would behave better, Arthur! Really? Biting the poor woman on the nose and not letting go?" Alfred scolded.

Alfred yelling at him shouldn't have affected him. So, why did it make him feel so bad about it? Worse was the fact the Matthew had been the one to deliver the three hard spankings. Now that it was illegal in America to spank children, so Canada had offered. Stupid loophole!

"Well, what do you gotta say?"

Lip trembling Arthur looked away. He didn't have to say anything! Why should he say sorry for biting her? She's the one who was making fun of him! Sniffling Arthur started to cry.

"Imbecile."

"Francis!" Matthew scolded.

The French nation simply closed his eyes and looked away. Suddenly Arthur started to cry softly looking at the American. Alfred looked taken off guard.

"Ah, geez, don't cry. It's okay."

"This is why your children think they can get away with anything, Al. Give him to me and I'll teach him a lesson."

"No, thanks Mattie. I've seen you teach a lesson." Alfred laughed. "We should get going though. Shh, come on let's get home. You wanna toy?"

Matthew sighed and shook his head. "Yeah, let's go."

"Oui."

The whimpering happened again that night. Arthur rubbed his eyes and he sat up and looked over at the bed where Francis was laying the other way holding his stomach in pain. Standing up he peeked out of the bars of his- the crib.

"Francis! Francis! Are you alright? Francis answer me- what are you… doing? Hey! Stop shaking! Stop it! You not being funny! Stop! STOP! I SAID STOP IT! ALFRED! MATTHEW!"

The doors banged open and Matthew ran in. He looked at the scene before picking up Arthur and hurrying back outside the doors and left him in the hall. Wondering what was happening to Francis he peeked through the door as Matthew held Francis close to him whispering something.

He wasn't sure how long he had been there but the sound of a door opening. Arthur stairs made his clumsily climb down the steps towards the person who was hanging up his jacket and setting his keys down the basket by the door.

"What'ca doing up?" Alfred said and then frowned. "Why are you crying?"

Closing his eyes tight Arthur tried to stop a sob from coming out of his throat. It was too much and he started to sob loudly as Alfred picked him up and tried to comfort him. Trying not to think about it Arthur held on tightly.

"Hey, calm down… What happened? Matt! Is everything okay?"

"It's fine!" Matthew called form upstairs. "Just give us a few minutes!"

An hour later Matthew came out and talked to Alfred for a little while and Arthur was stuck in the play pen. Curse that idiot American and he wanted out to see what had happened. Was Francis sick or hurt or what was it something else?

Half an hour later Arthur had been picked up and ended up laying next Alfred and fell asleep. Was Matthew with Francis? Feeling too tired to keep thinking about it he fell a sleep.

The morning came and the twins were up and Alfred had gone by himself this time and Matthew stayed to watch them and Francis slept in until ten which he woke up and came down stairs.

"Are feeling better?" Matthew asked in French.

"Yes. I just had a bad stomach last night is all." Francis said sitting at the piano and started to play.

"Francis…Last night… the position you were in-"

Arthur jumped when the piano keys suddenly slammed down and Francis turned on Matthew with so much haltered on his face that they both had their mouths open. In shock. Arthur hurried over to Matthew's side holding on to his pant leg. Arthur really wished he knew French right about now. Really he had no idea what they were saying!

"I do not want to talk about it!" Francis screamed in French.

"But Francis-!"

"NO! I DON'T WANT TOO!"

"But-"

The piano keys had suddenly met angry slam from the small hands, this time the piano broke. The nation's power seeped through and the instrument was left in shambles. There was along heavy pause in the room before Francis snapped back into it and gasped, holding his hands up near his face.

"…Oh no…" Francis said looking at it in distress. "I didn't mean too break the piano…"

"It's alright." Matthew said calmly. "Why don't you go upstairs and lay back down? You might feel better."

Arthur was confused as the two northern brothers talked and had closed him inside of the house. Watching them talk on the other side of the sliding doors he frown. Shouldn't he at lest be able to hear Alfred? He was too loud not hear all the time! The one day he needed to heat it!

"This door is quite sound proof…" Arthur sighed, patting the glass.

They looked at him and Alfred waved and Matthew made a hand motion to tell him to wait. Frowning he sat down to wait. This annoyed him a little. At lest he wasn't with his brothers. Oh good god not them! Frowning his mind seemed to flash back to when he was younger.

They had been horrible. Maybe that's why when he got stronger then them he took over their countries. Well, he had every right! They weren't like family anyway! They had always played cruel games with him. Such as hunting him down with sharp arrows, sometimes with them lit on fire. Other times they would hit him for fun or throw him up in the air and not catch him when he came down.

sniffling a little, Arthur tried to remain clam and stop thinking about those old memories. Shaking his head he tapped on the glass again. For some reason he needed their attention. They gave him the same motions to wait.

Slouching Arthur felt his stomach growl a little. Looking down at his hands he rubbed them together. For a second he closed his eyes and an image of Scotland appeared in front of him with a arrow. That smirk and the harsh hit of the wood hitting him over and over. Gasping he opened his eyes and touched his cheeks.

They were wet…

Oh no… since they were sent into their former childhood bodies did that mean they would have to remember the things that happened to them? No! He couldn't go back there! He had lock those things away long ago. Now crying at just the thought of the nightmares to come he started pat the glass harder.

This time they looked at him startled and opened the door. Matthew picked him up and kissed away his tears and held him tight as another hand rubbed his head.

"Shh, it's okay,"

"Mattie, we gotta take them."

"Yes, your right."

Take them where? And why was being held... so nice? Eyes closed Arthur started to fall a sleep. The next he felt was himself being laid down in his crib and one of the twins rubbing his head gently until he was into a deep sleep.

"Bloody hell they brought you to a therapist."

"This is ridiculous! I only got mad once!" Francis said as they sat in the chairs between Alfred and Matthew.

"Why did you get mad?"

"… It's nothing. The point is I do not need a therapist."

"For Arthur Kirkland?"

"What! Me? Not me you bloody wanker!" Arthur threw his fists in the arms trying to hit Alfred. "Not me! Francis is the one acting strange! Let them deal with his deranged mind!"

"You little pest!" Francis hissed and pushed him. "I'm not the one in a crib!"

"At lest I don't have little nightmares!"

"There why did Matthew put you in over night panty? Ha! I knew it!"

Arthur blushed with pure embarrassment.

To Lispet: It's cute but it's going to be pretty sad soon… D:

To psychokttenterror: Cute but it's about their dark pasts… TT

To Renee Kirkland:I shall!

To MissTreason: Poor souls … :D

To Blackrain707: its like you already read it! :O

To meka18: Thank you!

To The Grand Duchy of Luxemborg: I won't! :D

To Chibi Tanny: here it is