Thank you for the reviews! I just love brotherly Allistor (Scotland) and France! Keep reviewing.
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France opened his eyes sleepily, turning the alarm off and mumbling a string of curses. He yawned and looked down to find Arthur in his bed again. A small smile flitted across his face. The moment was ruined as Scotland threw open the door, searching for his younger brother. His eyes narrowed as he saw his host staring at said toddler. "Oi! Wha's 'e doin' in yer bed, ya pedophile?" he growled, stalking into the room. Francis shrugged, getting out of the bed and tucking the child in before escorting the angry Scottish man outside.
"Let's go outside, non? We wouldn't want to wake Angleterre." Once outside, the Frenchman yawned again, stumbling down the kitchen. His gaze flitted to the clock. Hmmm, sept heures, he mused. Then he did a doubletake. "SEPT HEURES! Nous allons etre en retard!" shrieked France, rushing into the kitchen to find Canada feeding Alfred. Both were already dressed and were just finishing up with breakfast. Matthew raised his eyebrows but shot his ex-caretaker a soothing look.
"Calmez-vous. I already made breakfast and dressed America," said the Canadian calmly. France didn't look convinced and he proceeded to rush back up the stairs to fly into his room and wake Arthur up.
"Angleterre! Angleterre! Wake up! We are going to be late!" said the long haired blond, shaking the child gently. England turned over with a snort, but otherwise continued sleeping. After a couple of French curses, the man quickly took a shower, pulled on a stylish outfit and returned to find Allistor helping a slightly sleepy England into a pair of cargo shorts and a white, half sleeve, button down.
"There ya go. Tha' wasn' so bad, now was it? Come on. We still hafta ge' doown stairs fer breakfas'," said Scotland, glancing up at France and nodding as he took England down.
France snorted, quickly putting on his cologne and rushing down to have his hasty breakfast. He ate fast, barely taking time to savor the food, and soon rushed all the others into his car, driving them all to the building with minutes to spare.
In front of the meeting hall…
Francis, Matthew, Alfred, Allistor and Arthur stood outside the meeting hall nervously. "What's ze excuse again?" asked France nervously. Before America could reply, the door swung open and Norway was staring at all of them.
"What are you all doing?" he finally asked, eyeing the toddler curiously. The Scotsman managed a small smile.
"'ello Lukas! Grea' ta see ya 'ere. Now, if ya don' mind…" The Norwegian crossed his arms, not moving from the door. A small crowd began to collect being the Baltic man.
"Good to see you too Allistor. Would you mind telling me why there is a child here?"
Pin drop silence. France gave a nervous laugh.
"You mean ze little boy zere? 'e is mon cousin," he said. All he countries gave him incredulously looks.
"France is joking. We found him in a box…" trailed of Canada, giving an uneasy look. Alfred just laughed, his usual obnoxious laugh, as he held the toddler out.
"Iggy knocked some girl up."
The room erupted into chaos, England punching Alfred's head repeatedly and shouting curses. The American yelped, holding the angry toddler away from himself and groaning at the swat he received from Allistor. This was going to be a bad day…
About an hour into the meeting…
Everyone had been settled down relatively fast, especially after the promise that all the nations would be allowed to play with 'Arthur's son' during the lunch break. Currently, Arthur was sitting with France, or more accurately, in France's lap, with meeting papers spread out in front of him. Italy, who was sitting next to France though this was rather cute and leaned over to tousle the toddler's hair with a smile.
"Hey France! You never told me what his name was, Ve!" whispered the Italian, giving the child a wide grin. England managed a smile, trying not to appear bored though he couldn't hide a yawn. Francis thought quickly. A name, un nom… what name?
"Oh, I apologize for not telling you. His name is…Asher," he said. Britain gave the smallest of approving nods. America, who was at the podium, paused in his talking to watch Arthur yawn. It seemed like he was getting bored. Russia followed his gaze and smiled a rather creepy smile before leaning over to France.
"I can see Arthur, da?" he asked, smiling in that strangely creepy yet innocent way of his. The Frenchman hesitated before handing Arthur over to him. Surprisingly, he didn't attempt anything with the child, even going so far as to let the small nation hold his broken pipe and wave it around.
"Gott! Don't give that to a child!" snapped Prussia, snatching the pipe away and pulling Arthur to himself. Allistor, who was now up on the podium, gave his little brother a snort and a pointed look before demanding the attention of the nations as he spoke. No one seemed to have noticed England's absence then.
Gilbert huffed and looked down at the toddler who seemed to be a bit upset over losing the pipe.
"Why did you take it from me? I was playing with it," whined the child, pouting and crossing his arms. "And I might have even managed to poke someone in the eyes with it as an added bonus." Russia chuckled.
"I like this boy very much. He can become one with Russia, da?"
Arthur just gave him an uneasy look before turning puppy eyes to Prussia. The German nation snorted, picking the child up and setting him down on his lap. "That doesn't vork on me, kiddo. Mein bruder vas the same as you vhen he vas small. Using his eyes to his advantage. Come on, just sit qvietly and play vith Gilbird," he suggested, putting the yellow bird down. England studied the little bird before shaking his head.
"I don't like birds. May I go sit with Scotland please?"
The Prussian rolled his eyes and set Arthur on the ground. The small nation took off, walking behind all the seats and trying to figure out which one was France's. To him, all the nations looked the same from the back. He crashed into someone's leg and craned his neck back to look up into two bright green eyes.
"Asher, mi hermano! What are you doing?" asked Spain, scooping the blond up and nuzzling his cheek. Arthur couldn't help the small giggle before he attempted to lean way.
"No! That tickles!" he laughed. Antonio beamed at him.
"Ah, you're muy lindo," he cooed, smiling slightly. Arthur furrowed his brow as he tried to translate what had been said.
"Lindo?" he asked slowly. The Spanish nation's eyes lit up.
"Si! It means cute!" he said cheerily. England flushed slightly.
"Thank you. Can you take me to Scotland please? I can't find him," he said morosely. Spain practically squealed.
"Si! Don't look so sad, hijo. I'll take you to him," said the brown haired man, glancing around the room and locating Allistor. They were on their way to that side when America suddenly appeared.
"Hey Asher, buddy! Why are you with Spain?"
"He's taking me to Scottie."
Antonio handed the child to America. "You can take him, mi hermano. And I'll see you soon, hijo! Adios!"
Once the man was gone, England and America glanced at each other. The smaller nation sighed, resting his head against the other blond's neck.
"I want to go back home. I'm bored out of my bloody wits."
"Language. And you know that the meeting will last a while. Just wait another twenty minutes. Then we've got lunch break."
"Can we go get a burger?"
"You're going to eat a burger, Artie?"
"Just shut up. It's this stupid body that's making me want disgusting, unhealthy, repulsive, gross, stupid, delicious, yucky, food."
"Did you just say deli-"
"America? Shut up before I get Russia to kill you."
How was it? I've still got to complete the meeting. And I somehow love having Russia be all nice to Child!England…I have no idea why though. Please Reivew!
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