A/N: Hey everyone! First I would like to apologize for taking so long to update. I took a short break to write another Hetalia fanfic. It is up on here as well if you want to read it. (Six Feet Under) Secondly, wow! 20 followers. Thank you soooooo much for your support on this story, I really appreciate it.

Also I upped the rating to K+ because of some of Arthur's rants, and I put a cover on this story. I think the creature is cute-ayame from photobucket but I am not completely sure. All you mainly need to know is that it is not mine. Standard disclaimers apply for both Hetalia and the cover picture.

Here is chapter four. It is on the longer side but I hope you enjoy.


Chapter Four: World Meeting

The sun was shining, the birds were singing and Arthur was sitting at the world meeting table in a slightly grumpy mood. It had been about a month since Francis and Arthur got the twins and this was the first time that they had to leave the young tykes in the care of someone else. Even though they were only down the hall from the world meeting room, Arthur worried. He was also in a foul mood because it was such a nice day and he was also stuck inside an old stuffy building. Plus, it didn't help that he had a slight headache.

Nothing could be done though and when the meeting started Arthur was locked in.

"Roll call," shouted the tall red-haired Scottish man. "When I call your country's name just say anything. Let's start with Austria."

"I am here," answered the prim and proper man named Roderich.

"Belarus."

"Here," the little blonde woman said with no enthusiasm. She sat there playing with here knife staring at her older brother. Arthur had to admit Natalia was pretty scary.

"China."

"I'm here, aru," called out the long, black-haired man. Yao generally looked like a girl at first glance but no one made that mistake twice.

"Denmark."

"Right here," boomed the tall spiky haired blonde known as Mathias.

"Iggy."

"Allistor," Arthur glared. "Say my bloody country's name right."

"Fine. England," Allistor grumbled. Allistor had always been like that to his younger half-brother, teasing Arthur whenever he had a chance.

"Thank you. I am here." Arthur answered.

"Finland."

"Yep." The cheerful, young Nordic said. Tino was always the gentle, honest one.

"France."

"Bonjour," Francis exclaimed.

"Greece."

"Yes, I'm here." The bushy brown haired man said with a yawn. Heracles, Greece's representative was very laid back and kind of lazy.

"Hungary."

"Right here," Elizabeta confidently said.

"Norway."

"Yeah, I'm here." Lukas, the Norwegian man, said in an indifferent tone.

"Don't sound so excited." Allistor grinned, sarcasm hanging on to every word. "Next is Poland."

The green-eyed, blonde looked up from his notebook and smirked. "Here. Feliks is here."

"Prussia."

The albino stood up and put a foot on the table. "The awesome Gilbert, representative of awesome Prussia is here."

Everyone in the room tolled their eyes.

"Russia."

"I am here, da," the large man smiled. Even though Ivan seemed friendly, everyone, except his siblings, kept a wary eye on him. There was just a strange icy aura that seemed to emit from the guy.

"Scotland," Allistor grinned. "Well, I'm here." Arthur let out a huff, which caused him to receive a glare from his older brother. "Spain."

There was no reply.

"Spain."

Still no answer. Everyone stared down at the end of the table where the Spaniard sat. He was lying fast asleep on top of his notebook. Francis elbowed his friend in the ribs, causing the young, bushy brown-haired man to jump up and yell, "Churros."

The group laughed.

"Antonio, if the meeting is too boring for you, we could manage without you," Allistor grinned.

"No, amigo, I am fine. I was just up late," Antonio yawned and leaned back against the chair.

"Sweden."

"Ja." The Swedish man, Berwald, stated. He wasn't the type to talk a lot.

"Switzerland."

"I'm right here," said the Swiss man named Basch. He looked rather annoyed that roll call was taking so long.

"Lastly," Allistor said. "Ukraine."

"Oh, right here," answered the soft spoken Iryna.

Allistor cleared his throat. "Now first on our schedule are announcements. So, any announcements?"

Francis stood up. "Last month, Angleterre and I adopted duex petit garçons." Arthur's eyes grew wide.

The Scottish man eyed his brother with a smirk. "Lad, you didn't tell me you were livin' with the frog."

"Bugger off," Arthur snapped as he glared at his older brother. "I didn't tell you because I knew you would make a big deal out of it. I am just doing what's best for Alfred and Matthew. If that means living with Francis, I will do it."

"Good grief, laddie," Allistor said. "You're too touchy sometimes."

"How old are they?" Lukas asked.

"They are three years old," the English man answered.

"So is my brother, Emil. Maybe we should schedule a play date."

"Oui. That is a magnifique idea," Francis agreed enthusiastically. "What do you think, Angleterre?"

"Sure," Arthur said. "Give me a call Lukas and we can set a date."

"When can the wee lads meet their uncle?" Allistor smirked.

"Never," Arthur said with a look of distaste. He didn't want his rude, alcoholic brother around the boys.

"Oh, Angleterre," Francis cooed. "What could it hurt? The boys need family outside of us."

"Fine," the Brit huffed, his headache was becoming more severe with the irritation of the people around him. "We will set up a time. Absolutely no smoking those filthy cigars and cigarettes around the boys."

"I won't," the older Kirkland said. "Now let's start the meeting. First let's talk about the new trade agreements."

The rest of the meeting was uneventful. Most of the countries signed their agreements and discussed their political matters in a civil manner. That was until Francis suggested that England joined France in an open boarder agreement. The agreement would allow citizens of both countries to come and go as they pleased, without paper work or anything else.

"That is ridiculous, frog," Arthur snapped. "You can't just con in and out of our country whenever you like. Who knows what kind of crooks could enter the country."

"Mon cher," Francis said looking appalled. "You still think we are all crooks. And I see you have resorted back to name calling."

Arthur glared feeling frustrated. "I am only calling you what I see. You are making a rubbish request."

Francis mumbled that it was just suggestion from his boss and that Arthur didn't have to be so grumpy about it. The English man sighed in annoyance. Maybe he reacted too harshly toward the idiotic idea of his French housemate. He just felt like Francis was trying to use their current situation as a way to make their countries one. It wouldn't be the first time the French tried something like that. Something about it made Arthur mad.


It was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon before the meeting was called to a close. Arthur was feeling exceedingly grumpy and he had no idea why. Luckily, Allistor spared him and left without any further chiding. Francis said that he would get the car if the Brit would go and pick up the boys.

On his way to the child care room he ran into Lukas, who was on his way to the child care room as well to pick up Emil.

"That was a boring meeting," the Norwegian stated.

"Yes, it was," Arthur said. "I just can't believe that the frog would suggest an open board system. I mean you and Mathias are really close and you two don't even have an open boarder system."

"That is because his boss knows that my boss would never consider it," Lukas said opening the door to a room filled with chattering children.

"I'm surprised his boss didn't see it that way as well." Arthur let out a sigh. "I'm knackered. Not to mention I have a horrible headache."

"At least it's time to go home," stated Lukas looking at the crowd of children.

Suddenly three little people came running towards the two nation representatives.

"Daddy," the blonde twins yelled in unison, one much louder than the other.

The toddler beside them had silver hear. Arthur thought it was such a unique color. He knew that it was Emil, Lukas' younger brother.

"Daddy," the more outgoing of the twins giggled, pulling at his father pant leg.

"Yes, Alfred?"

"Me and Mattie made new fwiends."

The Brit couldn't help but feel better looking at his boys smiling. "Did you make friends, Matthew?" The toddler squeezed his teddy bear tight and nodded.

"Mil is my fwiend," Alfred said giving the other toddler a toothy grin.

"Kumocheerio likes Mil, too," Matthew whispered just loud enough for Arthur to hear him.

"Well, it looks like we will have to set up a play date," Arthur commented to the Norwegian.

"Yes. Emil seems to be excited over his new friends as well."

Everyone said their good-byes and the two brothers left.

"Daddy," Matthew quietly said pulling on Arthur's pant leg. "Carry me, peas."

"Of course, buddy." He picked up the purple eyed tot. It was awkward at first with the stuffed polar bear sandwiched between the two but it was quickly fixed with some repositioning. Alfred ran in circles around this father's legs as the child care worker to Arthur that the boys were well behaved. She also explained that Matthew didn't sleep long during nap time.

"That explains why he keeps rubbing his eyes and nodding off," Arthur observed. "Thank you for watching them. Come on Alfred, it's time to go home."

The Brit took his child's hand and the three of them left the world conference building. By the time the trio arrived at the car Matthew was fast asleep. When Francis was the young boy he had a look of concern. After the English man buckled the boys in, careful not to wake the sleeping one, he explained that Matthew hadn't slept well during nap time.

"My poor Mathieu," was all that Francis said as he pulled out of the parking lot.


By the time they arrived back at the house it was nearly five o'clock. Matthew woke up minutes before they pulled into the drive way. Alfred, who had been coloring quietly, was the first to notice.

"MATTIE!" The blue eyed twin cheered.

Arthur turned around in the passenger seat and scolded his coy, "Alfred, not so loud." He looked over at Matthew. "Feeling better?"The three year-old answered by nodding while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Francis took the boys inside while Arthur unpacked the trunk. Even though seeing the boys had melted most of his grumpiness away, there was still a hint in the back of his mind. It didn't help that he was utterly exhausted from the long day locked in that building. When he stepped through the front door with his hands full of bags and brief cases, he decided to try and be nice to the frog and offer to cook supper.

He dumped everything by the front door and went to find Francis. The French man was with the boys in the playroom listening to them talk about the friends that they had made.

"Um, Francis," Arthur looked down at the floor, "if you want to spend more time with the twins, I can cook supper."

Francis' face fell from its playful smile to a serious scowl. "Non."

Taken back by his sudden rejection, Arthur snapped," Why not?"

"Your cooking is horrifying. Do you want to make the petits anges ill?"

"I would not. How dare you insult my cooking after you have tried my nerves today with ridiculous proposals!" Arthur's voice grew louder with every word. "Who died and made you king? A frog thinks he is high and mighty. Well fine, you cook the bloody meal. Never take a break for all I care. There still will never be a chance for you to come into my cou-."

"Arthur!" Francis said sternly. "Now is not the time to be discussing those matters. I don't know what has you in such a grumpy mood but I will not have you scaring the boys like this."

Arthur looked down at the boys. Both of them were pressed closely to Francis in fear of the angry Brit. Then it hit him. Francis and he had made a promise to be a good family for the boys. They weren't going to fight or call each other names any more. They were going to be good parents and be the best they could for the boys. Here he was, however, yelling at the man in front of them. He was showing them that he could be a monster. How could he be fit to be a father when he let petty situations bring out such childish reactions? Arthur knew Francis was right, his cooking was horrible. Arthur also knew that for the second times today, he had no right to lash out at the French man for following his boss' orders.

When he came back to reality, he had warm wet tears running down his face. He sank to the floor of the playroom. "I'm sorry," he sputtered. "I'm sorry I yelled. I'm sorry I scared you. I'm sorry Francis. I know you were just doing what you boss told you to do. I'm not fit to be a daddy." The tears were growing larger as he went on. His headache was pounding, threatening to crack his skull open. He hid his face with his hands. He felt like he was breaking.

Just when Arthur felt like he was going to fall to pieces, he felt two sets of small arms wrap around him.

"Don't try, Daddy," a quiet voice said.

"We wobe you, Daddy," a slightly louder one added.

"Oh, Angleterre," Francis cooed. He joined in on the hug. "You are not a bad father."

Arthur looked up at his family. He felt the love of the boys and he saw the forgiveness in the French man's eyes.

The next thing he knew Francis had is hand against the Brit's forehead. "Ma parole! Angleterre you are burning. Let's get you to bed and some medicine in you." He turned to the boys, "Can you do Papa a favor and play nice until I get back?" Both nodded.

Francis walked Arthur up the stairs and told him to get dressed in to his night clothes. When the French man returned he had Arthur take some cold medicine and lay down.

"I really am sorry, Francis," Arthur apologized again. "I am an idiot."

"Non, you are just very emotional when you are sick. You don't think straight and you act upon your first thought. I agree that the open boarder proposal is a radical one but I had to ask because of my boss. However, I think we need to separate our work from our home life. After all we are trying to be a family. We also don't want to drag our sons down just because of our jobs. You agree, non?"

"Of course I agree," Arthur's voice was beginning to drift. Sleep tugged at his eye lids.

"Now rest, Arthur. The boys and I want to see you better. I will bring you some soup later." Francis said as he left the room.

As Arthur drifted to the wonderland of sleep he remembered the warm embrace of the three. His family. His dear, sweet family.


A/N: Thanks for reading! If you drop a review I would really love it. See you in Chapter 5!