Francis stepped forward, blinking down at Alfred, who was starting to tear up in fear of the repercussion he knew was coming.

"Flour again, mon ami?" Francis mumbled, sighing down at him, "Where is Matthieu?"

"I told you! He's making flour pies, and making it snow from the ceiling again." Alfred said, this time shuffling his feet across the ground. He threw a glance at Arthur, who was standing awkwardly to the side of them all. Alfred eyed him slightly, glancing up at his face every few minutes.

Francis reached down and tried to gently rub away some of the flour on Alfred's cheek, only managing to make it stick to his own hand in turn.

"We should probably go save him then, non?" Francis gave off a soft chuckle, then paused. He had almost forgotten that Arthur was there at all. He turned around abruptly, looking at the English man, "I apologize, Arthur."

Arthur chuckled, waving his hand out, "Don't worry about it."

"First impressions matter the most though, and this is not particularly what I had in mind; as you can see." Francis reached down and dusted gently at Alfred's front jacket, brushing some of the flour off to reveal a light brown leather coat, that was most likely in high fashion and highly expensive at the moment.

Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow, ready to retort back with a gentle word, when Alfred gave a gasp and pointed.

"They do move! I thought they were muffs or something." Alfred gasped out, tugging gently on Francis's pant legs, "Papa, do I get muffs for my eyebrows too?"

Francis looked up, his eyes slightly wide, but filled with amusement he tried not to let the other see. After all, Arthur had always found himself presentable in the least. He wasn't the best looking man, with his small stature and slim waist, but he was by far better looking than half the individuals where he lived. This, coming even from a child, was a rather large hit to the ego.

"Alfred, quiet." Francis murmured, patting Alfred on the back. He leaned down and whispered in Alfred's ear, making the boy pout slightly.

"Someday I'll get muffs for my eyebrows too. I don't care what you say." Alfred grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest in an extremely stubborn stance. Quit unusual for a child so young.

Arthur just pressed a hand over his face, running his fingers across his eyebrows... surely they weren't that large... were they?

"What? I want some too..." Alfred grumbled, crossing his arms slightly over his chest, he glanced over at Arthur again, slight awe in his face.

Well, Arthur thought, at least he isn't making fun of them.

"Maybe you can, someday!" Arthur said, earning a horrified look from Francis, which he very much returned.

"How about we go find your brother, non?" Francis grumbled, reaching down to grab Alfred's hand gently. The young boy swung their hands together, jumping and making more powder flow across the floor with every step that he took. It seemed that Francis wanted the conversation stopped before Alfred insisted upon the eyebrows.

"Okay..." Alfred said, suddenly his face looking just a bit terrified, "But I swear, I didn't have anything to do with it!"

"I'm sure you didn't." Francis chuckled, looking back at Arthur to wink.

Arthur's cheeks just went slightly pink. He hadn't even thought he'd be allowed into the house, let alone be standing here talking to the young child and this other man who, despite how much he didn't want to even think it, was really getting handsomer every moment.

"Didn't!" Alfred called out, turning a quick corner to bring them down a hallway, then Francis reached out, pushing open a door to reveal a room filled with snow.

Well, it was certainly a pure white like snow. Not near as cold, nor as good to make snow angels with.

The whole pantry was covered in flour, from the walls, to the boxes of food that lined the shelf. The biggest pile of it though, was beside a huge bag, that before this happened was probably filled with the powdery substance. At the moment though it rested on it's side by the door.

Arthur opened his mouth to say something, but Francis quickly put a finger to his lips to shush him. This made the British man a bit mad, but not really. He'd been broken off from speaking so many times in the day it didn't really matter to him anymore.

He tilted his head to the side, listening. Alfred appeared to be doing the same thing, kicking a bit at the flour and making it fly upwards onto his pants once again.

Despite the soft noise, Arthur could distinctly hear a soft humming coming from the flour. Arthur swiveled his eyes over to rest on the bag, where the sound appeared to be coming from.

Then, the bag started to move, making Arthur jump a bit. A soft laugh came from behind him, most likely from the frenchman that had led him in here, but Arthur tried not to let that get to him. He didn't jump because he was scared... just... concerned.

The bag shifted again, the humming breaking off and instead a soft grumble was heard. The bag shifted backwards, and a blonde head poked out, shaking the flour from the boys hair.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, chuckling as Francis took a silent step forward, watching the young boy stand up, in each small hand was a grip of flour.

"Then, Kuma, it snowed!" The boy whispered, throwing the snow up on the wall.

Arthur winced when it stuck there, and Francis shook his head just a bit.

"Did it really? I thought it didn't snow indoors." Francis called out, making the boy freeze. He looked down at the pile of flour again and frowned,

"Shhh Kuma, I know what I'm talking about." He whispered, reaching down to grab a stuffed animal off the floor, that Arthur had missed before. It was also covered with flour, but it blended in well; for the thing was obviously a little bear, with black buttons for eyes.

"Nuh uh!" Alfred called out, done with being patient. He wanted something to happen, not just watch his brother. If he had his way he'd be playing with the flour too... but he knew his papa would get mad if he did that.

"Alfie?" The boy squeaked, jumping, looking up at the people watching him. Underneath the flour, his cheeks swept up into a dark red blush.

"Mattie you've got flour in your hair." Alfred immediately called out, puffing out his cheeks.

Arthur wanted to tell them that he had flour everywhere, but he didn't think that was polite to scold a child for a simple remark.

"O-Oh." Matthew gasped out, reaching up and pushing a curly piece of hair away from his face. It dangled limply behind his head, stuck together from the flour. Arthur assumed, from first glance, that it was probably more like Francis's then Alfred's was. It seemed curly, almost exactly like Alfred's except perhaps a bit longer.

"Matthieu." Francis called out, once again. This time Matthew's eyes shifted over to Francis's, his blue eyes going extremely wide. They then shifted over to Arthur, his eyes going even wider.

"Y-Yes... Papa?" Matthew whispered, glancing around. Suddenly he thrust the small bear up over his face, making it look like it was attached to his head.

Alfred skipped forward, kicking up more flour. Arthur swatted it away from his face, coughing slightly. Alfred didn't seem to notice, instead he just skipped up to Mattie and poked his bear in the nose.

Francis sighed, glancing around the room, taking in the flour that littered the place.

"Matthew, Alfred, can you tell me what I have said about playing in the flour?" Francis called out. His voice did not waver in gentleness though, which Arthur gave him credit for. By this time Arthur would have been ripping out his hair in anger if he was in Francis's shoes.

"Not to play with it!" Alfred said, a happy smile on his face. It slowly fell off though suddenly, looking down, "Oh... right."

Matthew peeked out from behind his small stuffed bear, looking up at Francis. He nibbled on his bottom lip, before he one of his little hands gripped the stuffed bears paw. He waved it around anxiously.

"Kuma wanted it to snow though, because you said that polar bears... well polar bears play in the snow! Like me!" Matthew reasoned, his wide eyes glancing at Alfred every once in a while. Probably looking for agreement from his twin.

"Yea! I was worried that Kuma and Matthew would get lost in the snow though, so the hero had to come and save them!" Alfred spoke his own part, holding his arms up.

"I'm glad that Alfred looks after Kuma and Matthew," Francis said, crouching down in front of the pair. He swept a bit of flour off of each's cheeks, "But this is not snow. This is papa's flour."

Matthew pouted softly, looking over at Alfred, then glancing away.

"Oh." They both mumbled together, making Arthur smile slightly. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he originally thought it would be. The two were a bit adorable, though Alfred seemed a bit like a trouble maker... and Matthew just seemed shy.

"Yes, oh." Francis teased, winking at them both, "So what are you going to do the next time that Kuma wants to play in the snow?"

"Play in the sugar instead?" Alfred pipped up, looking up with a completely serious expression.

Francis raised an eyebrow, "Non, no sugar either. How about you come get me and we can draw snowflakes, okay?"
Matthew glanced over at Arthur suddenly, watching him with big eyes, then slowly stepping backwards. He bumped into Alfred, holding Kuma against his chest with one arm and then grabbing Alfred's hand with his other.

"Well I guess that could work... as long as we can hold them up like we did with the stars." Alfred continued, not seeming to notice his twins distress over the sudden newcomer.

Arthur watched Matthew, raising another large eyebrow as the young child glanced away immediately, from his scrutinizing gaze.

Francis though, was not as unseeing with this event as Alfred was. He followed Matthews train of sight, landing on Arthur's face. For once, since Arthur had come knocking on the door, he seen Francis blush ever so slightly.

"Oh! I'm sorry, distractions." Francis stood up immediately. He put his hands gently on his sons backs. Alfred stood tall, looking up at Arthur. Matthew shivered and slid against Francis' leg, trying to hid behind it a bit.

The twins may look identical, easy to switch up; but their personalities were completely different. While Alfred was out going and brave, Matthew was shy and quiet.

"This flour covered boy is my Matthew." Francis ruffled Matthews flour covered hair gently, giving off a soft smile. He turned then to Alfred, putting his other hand on Alfred's head, "You've already met Alfred."

"Hello sir eyebrow muffs!" Alfred said happily, waving enthusiastically.

Arthur's cheeks went a bit red and he huffed, reaching up automatically to touch his eyebrows.

"H-Hello Sir Eyebrows." Matthew mumbled, glancing up at Arthur.

If Arthur's cheeks were already red, now they are scarlet and warm. His whole face felt like it was on fire. Francis's laugh only made it worse.

"Arthur will do." Arthur mumbled, glancing around at Francis. He was a tad confused, why he would take such time to even introduce him to the children.

"If he's willing to take the job, he's going to be your new sitter." Francis said, looking up at Arthur. Alfred's mouth popped open and Matthew looked up at him, surprised.

"Cool." Arthur heard Alfred breath out, and Arthur was just a tad bit worried about his eyebrows making it through this. He remembered distinctly when he was in college and somebody tried to shave his eyebrows off for him... and he wouldn't put it past Alfred to do the same thing, if he came across scissors.

Arthur glanced down at his shoes, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. He slid his feet forward, then reached out, holding his hand out to Francis. The french man was infuriating, and he wanted to punch him already... but he would take Peters heed, and get to know this strange family.

Francis took his hand, shaking it warmly.

"Sir, this Arthur Kirkland would be happy to take the job." Arthur said, giving the french a slightly wavering smile.

Francis nodded, letting go of his hand, and resting his own on his boys heads once again, "Ah! Splendid, I'll tell you certain dates needed to watch the boys, but so far I have already said what days... you'll have to stay the night, I'm afraid, but I have a guest room available for you. We can go over any other details on Wednesday yes?"

Arthur blinked, getting the odd feeling that Francis's wanted him to leave. He wasn't sure why, and he found it just a bit rude. His hands clenched into fists. He'd just agreed to watch the mans kids, couldn't he at least be a bit respectful?

"I'm so sorry for having you out so fast, but I have to give a couple of little boys a much needed bath." Francis continued, and Arthur relaxed just a bit. At this, the kids both looked up at Francis with frowns on their faces.

"Who's getting a bath, papa?" Matthew wondered, holding tighter onto Kuma, Alfred looking up in the same curious expression.

Francis raised an eyebrow down at the two, "The only two little boys who live in this house."

Matthew huffed, looking away. Alfred did the exact same thing, that same stubborn stance from before. For once, Arthur really couldn't tell the two apart.

"Should I lead you out?" Francis asked, speaking once again to Arthur. He reached down and put his arms around both of his children's waists, lifting them up easily into the air. They rested against his sides, one twin scrunching his face up at the other, and making him giggle.

"No, I think I can find the way. I'll be here Wednesday morning then..." Arthur bowed, as was custom where he was from. He turned on his heel, his suit coat fluttering behind him, and he walked out of the house.