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Oh, the great lessons Big Brother France teaches Little America…
It's bound to make England cross.
― England / Kid!America ; T W T . Fluffy.

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"Ah! Big Brother France!" a small blonde boy yelped. He scampered over towards the gorgeous man with his new leather shoes, which made click-clacks against the floorboards.

"Well if it isn't my Little Alfred," France replied in his usual deep, alluring voice. He grinned down at the blonde youngster as he stooped down to the little boy's eye-level. "How has England being doing, mm?"

"I've been taking good care of him, just like you told me to!" Alfred replied avidly.

"That's good, that's good."

As England entered the room with a small wooden tray of scones, the first thing he saw was a hedonistic grin plastered across France's face as he patted innocent America's small head. His thick eyebrows immediately furrowed and he set the platter down with a loud thump.

"G-Get away from him!" England cried, scuttling over to the two and snatching baby America away. "I don't want your dirty hands on him!"

With England already seeing through his ploy, France could only continue his lecherous charade by giving a nervous chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders.

"Dear, dear England, I have no use of taking Alfred from you," he joked.

There was a glint in his eyes before he continued.

"Even though he is rightfully mine."

"'Rightfully yours'!" England repeated with a snort as he held America's head. "Pah! Fiddlesticks!"

"E-England," Alfred mumbled from beneath England's clutch, "Do you hate Big Brother France?"

"Yes indeed! Do you?" France sneered. He clearly was using the toddler's question as a way of teasing his longtime friend-enemy.

England glared at France fiercely. Then, swallowing his pride, he turned to look down into the little boy's innocent eyes.

"No, I guess I don't hate him…that much."

With that, England released his grasp on Alfred and started toward the kitchen.

"I guess I'll go make some tea, then. Keep France company, Alfred."

France couldn't resist a snicker as he waved England off to the kitchen like a maid. Then he turned his attention to the little country, who had plopped himself atop a dark green couch and swinging his legs back, bored.

"Say, Alfred," France began as a delighted impish grin crossed his lips, "Why don't I teach you something to say when you go to bed tonight? Would you like that?"

"I don't know," an uninterested Alfred replied, his eyes still fixated on his swinging skinny legs. "Is it something interesting?"

"Oh yes. Something very interesting."

France's emphasis on certain words made Alfred look up inquisitively.

"What do I have to say?"

"Oh, nothing too much to remember. Here, let's practice it, okay?" France briskly stepped over America's frail legs and took a seat next to him on the couch. "Now, here's what you have to say…"

After France had left for the night (he had stayed longer than what England would've wanted), it was time for bed. Exhausted from cleaning all the dishes by himself and without Alfred's help (Alfred had used the old excuse of "I'm entertaining the guests!" as a way to escape from doing mutual chores around the house) and was finally able to relax. He tiredly took off his shirt and lumbered into bed, yawning. He wiggled into his bed covers and turned to the side to turn off his lamp when he saw a small figure standing outside his bedroom's doorway.

Alarmed, England immediately took his hand away from the lamp and forced his body upright to get a better look.

"A-Alfred? Shouldn't you be in bed already?" England exclaimed, blinking his eyes to make sure this wasn't a dream.

"Yeah, I know."

"Well go back, then."

"But…I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"The gargoyles."

"The what?"

"France said there are these stone monsters called gargoyles that come alive at night and feed on children! And-! And-! He said that there were some near here and that they'd be after me! And-! And-! And-!"

"Alright, alright, come in," England grumbled. He patted the empty side of his bed, gesturing the young country to settle next to him.

Alfred smiled and scrambled up onto the bed next to England.

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