There is some homophobia in this chapter, just so you are warned. Also a very very sassy Personification of England.

Time Frame: late 2010

Words: 1,306

"Next up, we have Peter with his parents." Miss Duso said. Today was Career day, and a 5th year Peter Kirkland-Jones had convinced his parents to come with him.

"This is my daddy, and my other daddy." Peter introduced. Alfred told him he couldn't call Arthur "mummy" like he normally would.

"So, what do you two do?" Miss Duso asked.

"Well, I hold a minor position in the British government." Arthur said.

"And I'm the American Ambassador. I also served as a General in the military." Alfred said.

"Show them your doggy tags, daddy!" Peter chimed in with a smile.

Alfred chuckled as he unzipped his bomber jacket and showed everyone his tags. The class oohed in excitement.

"Any questions?" Miss Duso asked as a few hands shot up.

"So are you like Mycroft Holmes?" A kid asked, looking at Arthur.

Alfred chuckled and leaned over to whisper in his husbands ear, "You owe me ten bucks, babe."

"Whatever." Arthur whispered back.

Arthur turned his attention to the boy, "I guess you could say that."

This caused a round of more questions:

"Are you above parliament?"

"Are you above the queen?"

"Are you the queen?"

After a few more rounds of answering questions, Peter took his seat as Al and Artie went back to the Parent area.

Upon passing one of the parents, Alfred heard the word that no one likes to hear, "Fags," was whispered from one of the mothers of the group.

Alfred stopped short, instantly gaining his husbands attention. "What did you say?" Alfred growled out.

"You heard me." She replied, standing her ground.

Arthur gripped his husbands bicep, "Al, love, just walk away." He whispered, pulling on his husbands arm.

Alfred looked over at Arthur, his emerald eyes stern, with a small nod of his head, the two countries went back to their seat in the back of the room. But they hadn't taken a step forward when Arthur turned around and smiled at the women.

"You should know that upon arriving home your credit score will have dropped. I may not be the queen of England, but I have tea with her every Saturday with my husband and our son, I know every person in Parliament and I have the Prime Minister on speed dial. I know everything about you. Your name is Maria Nancy Sanchez, you've been divorced three times, two children, Sophia, who is in Peter's class, and Tyler who is in university, who you had when you were sixteen. You have three unpaid parking tickets. Don't insult my family ever again, or the consequences will be much worse." Arthur said then turned to see a smirking American, "Come on, love." Arthur pulled Alfred over to their seats in the back of the room and sat down.

"Remind me to not piss you off." Alfred whispered to his husband.

"You've known me for about 500 years, I would hope you know not to piss me off." Arthur whispered back.

"How did you know that stuff anyway?" Al asked after five minutes of silence.

"I background checked all of Peter's classmates parents. There's a lot of things you can do when you occupy a minor position in the British government." Arthur said with a smile.

Alfred chuckled, "God, I love you." he said.

"Well, you married me, so I would hope you loved me." Arthur said as he put a hand on his flat stomach.

"You okay?" Alfred whispered. Arthur had just got it confirmed yesterday that he was two months pregnant with their second child. It was one of the reasons why Alfred didn't want Arthur coming out today, that and the homophobic parents that were sure to be there.

"Yeah, couldn't be better, love." Arthur replied, "We should tell Peter soon."

"On the way home we could, treat him to ice cream and tell him that way." Alfred suggested.

"You just want ice cream, don't you?" Arthur said pointedly.

"Maybe…" Alfred replied innocently.

"It's okay, love, I could go for some ice cream as well." Arthur replied with a smirk, "Stupid bloody cravings." he mumbled as Alfred gave a small chuckle.

Alfred looked around and noticed someone staring at him. The man stood up and walked over to them, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." He started out, "But you reminded me of someone who was in my grandfathers squad in World War 2. There's a photograph in his room of him and some of his mates, one of them looks like you."

"That might be my grandfather, people say I look just like him." Alfred said, but that was a lie. It was him. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

"George Tyler." He replied. "And you?"

"Alfred, and this is my husband, Arthur." Alfred introduced.

"It was great to meet you two." He replied before walking back to his seat.

A few minutes later the school bell rang and Peter ran over to his parents, his father lifting him effortlessly.

"Everyone said you were so cool!" Peter said as Alfred chuckled.

"Best get him to say it while you still are." Arthur chuckled as Alfred looked at him scandalized.

"Hey! I'm Alfred F. Kirkland-Jones! I'm the coolest dad in the world!" Alfred protested.

"Yeah!" Peter agreed.

"So, Peter, how would you like to go out for ice cream?" Arthur asked as Alfred set him back down.

"Of course!" Peter said as he gripped both of his parent's hands as they began walking out of the building.

"Bye, Sophia!" Peter shouted, waving the hand that was clasped in Alfred's hand.

"Bye, Peter!" She replied. She looked at her mother with a quizzical look, saying something that the personifications couldn't hear. Maria grabbed her daughter by her arm and began pulling her out of the building, Sophia glancing over her shoulder at Peter with a sad smile.

"Come on, buddy." Alfred said as they walked over to their car.

The trio were sitting outside. It was a nice day with a cool breeze, a perfect day for ice cream.

"Peter." Alfred began when Peter had eaten a few spoonfuls of ice cream.

"Yeah, Dad?" Peter asked, looking up at him.

"How would you like to be a big brother?" Alfred asked him.

"Really!?" Peter shouted out jumping up and down. "I'm going to be a big brother!"

Arthur chucked, "Yes, you're going to be a big brother."

"I'm going to have a baby brother, I can wait!'" Peter cheered.

"Now Peter, it may be a girl." Arthur said. Arthur always wanted a little girl ever since he was pregnant with Peter all those years ago.

"Your mother is right, Peter, it may be a girl." Alfred agreed.

"If it's a girl, can you exchange it for a boy? I want a baby brother." Peter said.

"No, that not the way it works, Peter." Arthur said.

"Okay, but if it's a girl, can I have a puppy then?" Peter asked with wide blue eyes.

Alfred looked over at Arthur who shrugged.

"I don't see why not." Alfred said as Peter cheered.

The next day at school, Peter had told his entire class that he was going to be a big brother. The next day at school, Sophia didn't talk to him.

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