I'm just crankin out this fluff, huh? :D ENJOY.

Disclaimer: I don't own the songs, or Hetalia. ONLY THE CUTENESS.

Warnings: Past character death, fluff, french from google translate, and FLUFF.

It was the second time in less then twenty-four hours that Arthur woke to sobbing. Pitiful, heart-wrenching sobs. What had this poor child gone through to make such noises? Arthur wrapped his arms around the crying body curled up against his side.

"A gentle breeze, from Hushabye Mountain. Softly blows o'er Lullaby Bay."

The soft lullaby seemed to calm down the boy. Piercing blue eyes now peered up at him with tears still edging around the corners.

"It fills the sails of boats that are waiting. Waiting to sail, your worries away."

The sobbing had now tapered off into soft sniffling. Arthur closed his eyes and carded his fingers through Alfred's hair.

"It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain. And your boat waits down by the quay."

Harsh breaths turned slow and even. Thank god it was Saturday.

"The winds of night so softly are sighing. Soon they will fly your troubles to sea."

Arthur continued singing as the boy soon fell into a light sleep again. How had this happened? Why, so suddenly, had he been sidled with this child?

"So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain. Wave good-bye to cares of the day."

No matter the reason, Arthur resolved to take care of Alfred for as long as was needed. It reminded him of the years when he was little, lost in the English woods. It wasn't his brothers' fault. He had followed the faeries and they had led him to unfamiliar territory. He'd never had someone to guide him back. He'd always just fallen asleep in the forest and found himself awake in his bed at home. He was going to be the one to guide this little one home.

"And watch you boat from Hushabye Mountain. Sail far away from Lullaby Bay."

Arthur pondered how he had come to this situation. After Alfred had fallen asleep that night, he had tried laying the lad down in the guest bedroom. But the boy had clung for dear life to his arms and Arthur hadn't the heart to force him away. So here they both lay, snuggled in Arthur's bed.

"So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain. Wave good-bye to cares of the day."

"And watch your boat from Hushaby Mountain. Sail far away from Lullaby Bay."

"A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain..."

"Sail far away from Lullaby Bay..."

The song ended and Arthur opened his eyes, only to peer straight into bright sky blue. The lad opened his mouth in the most adorable yawn Arthur had ever witnessed.

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

Arthur had no reply. This child was just full of surprises.

"I.. I'm not your father, lad."

"I know that. You're my Daddy now."

Again Arthur was struck with the question, why? He decided not to argue and simply picked the boy up and set off for the kitchen. It was a bit awkward, Alfred being four or five and a bit big to be carried. But Arthur managed it and set the boy down in one of his dining room chairs.

"Let's get you something to eat, shall we?"

"Yes, please!"

Arthur chuckled as he made his way to the refrigerator. He stopped short as he opened the door. Damn. His brothers had cleared him out. He'd have to go to the store.

"Alright. It seems as if I have nothing to eat! We'll have to take a trip to the store. Is that good with you little man?"

"Okay!"

Arthur smiled as he took hold of Alfred's hand and led him to the car. A warm sensation filled his heart as the small boy smiled back at him. He could get used to this.

Francis let a gentle smile spread across his face he watched the little one sleep. Mattieu was the cutest little thing Francis had ever seen. Rays from the sun drifted into his bedroom through the blinds, splashing across his bed and illumination the cute little face burrowed into his shirt. A tiny hand clutched at his shirt. Soft, wavy blond hair and one stubborn little curl practically glowed in the light. It was endearing. Francis would be sad to see little Mattieu go. But he would have to go back to his family. Although, that didn't mean he couldn't give Mattieu a nice French breakfast before he left.

"Mattieu. You must wake up mon petit. We have to fill your tummy, non?"

A yawn and a sleepy reply of "Oui Papa."

Matthew was clinging to an old white teddy bear, Francis had not even known he had. Matthew had not shown up with it. Ah, Francis had dug it out of his closet to help calm the child. Where had he gotten it? Oh yes, it had been little Luddy's before... Well. Best not dwell on that. Neither Roderich nor Elizabeta had gotten over the death of their adopted son.

Francis picked up the child in his arms. Matthew buried his still sleepy eyes into Francis' neck and they made their way downstairs and into the kitchen. It was there that Francis encountered a little problem. He didn't have the ingredients he needed to make breakfast. Well.

"Je suis désolé mon petit. I do not have enough things for breakfast. We will have to go to the store."

"Okay Papa."

Arthur had been very innocently grabbing cereal from the shelf when it happened. Alfred had been bouncing with energy in the seat of the cart when he started shouting.

"MATTIE!"

It startled Arthur, causing him to drop the cereal, as he turned to see what Alfred was screaming about.

"MATTIE!"

"AL!"

It startled Arthur further when there was a reply. And then he heard the french accent of the man he hated most in this world.

"'Quel est le problème mon enfant?"

"AL!"

"MATTIE!"

Alfred then managed to wriggle free from the seat and jump down he ran off around the corner.

"Alfred! Where are you going?"

He turned the corner after Alfred and knocked heads with his worst enemy. They glared at each other with all their might.

"What the hell are you doing here, frog?"

"I am shopping rosbif. Do you have a problem with that?"

Arthur would have replied had he not noticed the two sobbing children at his feet. Alfred had latched himself onto another child that held a striking similarity to him. What was going on?

"Brother... Where did you go?"

"I ran. I was going to go get help! Why are you here?"

"I-I followed you! I g-got lost..."

"Mattie..."

Both Francis and Arthur stood there. These children kept surprising them. Arthur caught Francis' eyes and waved him over to the side.

"What is going on caterpillar-brows?"

"I was going to ask you the same, wine-breath."

"Enough with the insults! We must figure out what is going on!"

"You started it!"

Francis sighed as he rubbed his temples. His day had started off so peacefully.

"Papa? Why are you and Daddy fighting?"

A little voice broke through the tension. The adults turned to find their young charges, standing there, holding hands and peering up at them with innocent eyes. They practically melted to the floor.

"No reason mon petit Mattieu."

Arthur turned to Francis, impressive eyebrows lifted in question.

"Papa? Is he your son?"

"Non. I found him at my door, in the rain last night."

"Same with me. Alfred had just been sobbing at my doorstep."

The supposed brothers walked up at that moment, grabbing hands to create a small circle. Alfred held Francis' hand while Matthew held Arthur's.

"Please don't argue with Papa, Daddy."

Francis and Arthur shared a look before crumbling. They both fell to their knees to cuddle the children.

"Of course Alfred. Daddy won't argue with Papa anymore."

It was a promise he wasn't sure he could keep.

*squee* BABYMERICATWINS. EEEEEEEEEE~!

Title of the chapter: "I Will Always Return (Soundtrack Version)" by Bryan Adams

Lullabye Arthur sang: Hushabye Mountain sung by Highland Jr. High 8th grade girls choir (the version I like) Song originally from the movie Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang

Translations:

Je suis désolé mon petit - I'm sorry little one

"Quel est le problème mon enfant?" - "What is the matter my child?"

That is all for now~!

LOVE~