Hey, finally managed to get this chapie up! Lol, lazy chappie is lazy XP

Seriously, I didn't put a lot of effort into this than I normally do, so I don't blame you if you hate it, I just had to get it off my chest.

This was inspired by all three Home Alone movies.


Title: Home Alone

Pairings: Chibi!AmericaXUK brotherly love, Romerica and AmerIta friendship

Summary: AUA group of criminals known as the Bad Touch Trio plan to go on a stealing spree during the holidays. When they hit a certain neighborhood where everyone is gone for vaction, they think they've hit the jackpot. What they didn't expect was a young hyper little boy who won't rest until his home is safe! The Bad Touch Trio have a whole house full of fun coming to them; who knew one little boy could outsmart three crooks?


Young Alfred let out a sigh as he examined his work; the driveway of the Vargas household was completely clear; not bad for a six year old boy. He walked up and knocked on the door to have his neighbor Lovino Vargas answer the door with the same scowl that he always wore. Lovino lived across the street from Alfred with his twin brother Feliciano. Alfred liked Feli much better than Lovi, but he never said that out loud.

Alfred pulled down the hood of his bright blue jacket, "I'm done Mr. Varagas," he said.

Lovino stepped out and examined his work before shrugging, "I guess it'll do," he grumbled. He stepped inside and pulled out a box containing a remote control airplane, "Feli wanted me to give this to you, so consider this your payment," Lovino said handing it to Alfred.

An excited smile spread across Alfred's face as he examined his new toy, "Wow, thank you," he said.

"Yeah yeah, now go home; little brat…" Lovino muttered the last part, but Alfred still heard it.

Lovino closed his door and Alfred grabbed his shovel, "Meanie," he said softly as he dragged his feet across the street to his own house.

Alfred opened the door to his house and took off his winter coat and boots and placed them by the coat rack since he was too small to reach. He heard his older brother Arthur talking on the phone in the kitchen, "I told you Ludwig, I can't work on weekends…I've got a six year old brother to raise, I can't leave him alone all the time…It's winter break Ludwig, I have to keep an eye on him now that school is done, practically the whole neighborhood is away for vacation…Yes…I'll be there the day after tomorrow…Alright, bye."

Alfred walked into the kitchen as Arthur was hanging up the phone. Their parents had died when Alfred was only three, and since Arthur had just turned eighteen then, he had gained custody to take care of Alfred since he was so young. Arthur had really sacrificed a lot for him; he had to give up college and get a job to support them both, but they managed to get by quite well.

"Hi Artie," Alfred said as he walked in.

Arthur smiled, "Did you finish shoveling Mr. Vargas' driveway?" he asked.

Alfred nodded, "Uh-huh! And look what he gave me!" he said holding up his new plane.

Arthur knelt down and examined the box, "Wow, this is quite a toy; did you say 'thank you'?" he asked, and Alfred nodded proudly. "Good boy," Arthur said ruffling his hair, "Dinner's almost ready; why don't you get ready for bed?" he said.

"Okay," Alfred said and scampered upstairs. He placed the plane on his bed before heading to the bathroom. Little did he know that outside his neighborhood, three criminals were getting ready to strike one of the many empty houses nearby.

Arthur and Alfred ate dinner in silence until Alfred asked, "When's Mr. Feli coming home?"

Feli was visiting his friends in Japan for a few weeks. He had promised Lovino AND Alfred that he would be home in time for Christmas.

"He'll be back the day after tomorrow," Arthur answered and smiled, "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to play with him; school doesn't start for another week." He added.

The main reason Alfred liked Feli better than Lovino was that he actually played with him. Feli was almost like a kid himself, and Alfred loved it. Not that Arthur didn't play with him too; Feli was just more…well…fun.

Once dinner was finished, Arthur tucked Alfred into bed, "Good night lad," he said and kissed him on the forehead. Alfred would have gone to sleep right away if he hadn't heard voices coming from his window.

He walked over to his window and looked out sideways as he watched three men walk down the sidewalk. He couldn't tell what they were talking about, but he had never seen them before. Alfred decided to let it go; he was too tired to care and he went back to sleep.

The next day after breakfast, Alfred got dressed and went outside to play with his new plane. The plane took a little time to control, but Alfred eventually got the hang of it. At one point while Alfred was flying his plane, he accidently flew it too far. The plane flew across the street to the front yard of the house further down the neighborhood.

Alfred ran across the empty street and into the front yard and picked it up and made sure it wasn't broken, when something caught his eye. He saw movement in the window; but the people who lived here weren't due home for a while. Maybe they had a house-sitter?

Alfred slowly snuck up to the window and peeked inside. The room was an absolute mess; the furniture was all over the place and everything was dumped everywhere. Alfred then looked further into the room where three figures were picking up small objects and putting them into sacks. One had blonde hair like Arthur, blue eyes and had a little beard on his chin. The second had messy brown hair and green eyes. But the third had silver hair and red eyes that scared poor Alfred almost to death; he was scariest out of all of them.

His heart almost stopped when he recognized their voices; they were the men from last night! They were robbers!

Alfred slowly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his personal disposable camera. He always carried it with him in case he saw a bunny or a bird that he liked. He held it up to his eyes and snapped a picture and then another and still another.

It was then, when the men noticed him and the camera he was holding. The brown haired man pointed and shouted something and Alfred ran for his life. The three men had just gotten out the door as they watched Alfred run inside.

These men were called Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert and were known as the Bad Touch Trio; a group of thieves who were really making a name for themselves. They had never been caught for over three years and they weren't going to let some kid turn them in. They went around to the back of the house and peeked in the window.

They heard the boy talking frantically to the elder figure in the house who was doing some paperwork, "I can't talk right now Alfred," Arthur was saying,

"But Artie-" Alfred began but Arthur cut him off, "Look, why don't you go play upstairs; I'm going to be away all day tomorrow and I have to get ready."

Alfred gave a small pout and went upstairs to his room. Right as he entered he heard the familiar voices of the robbers. They sounded like they were all laced with accents.

Alfred went to his window and knelt down so he could open it a crack and listen in, "But ze boy 'as our pictures!" a French voice said.

"Relax, ve'll get zose pictures. Zat British guy is gonna be gone all day tomorrow; ze kid vill be all alone." a German-sounding voice responded.

"Si, so when should we come back?" A Spanish voice asked.

There was silence for a moment until the German voice answered, "Ve'll come back by noon; zen ve'll know zat he's alone."

Alfred's eyes widened as he quietly shut his window, "Noon," he whispered.

He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling; what could he do? Artie wouldn't listen to him, it was probably too late to call the police, and he was going to be all alone to face those robbers tomorrow. Alfred groaned and turned over when his eyes fell on his new plane. He stared at the fighter plane design that, according to the box, was a popular design in WWII.

Alfred's eyes lit up; he couldn't let those Meanies scare him. He had to protect his house; like a real hero! He got out a large piece of paper and some crayons and began to create a battle plan. He was finished by the time dinner was ready and he looked it over; those robbers would never know what hit them! One dinner was done, Alfred went around while Arthur was cleaning up and gathered the things he needed.

Once he was sure Arthur was in bed, he went around and set up all his hidden traps; he was going to have to make sure Arthur didn't spring them before he left. When he was done, he went into Arthur's room and gave him a kiss on the cheek…just in case something should go wrong. Arthur smiled slightly in his sleep and Alfred went to bed himself, ready for the big day ahead of him.

The next day after breakfast at about eight, Alfred helped Arthur get ready (mostly to keep him from springing any traps he set up). Arthur put together a peanut butter sandwich and put it in the fridge for Alfred's lunch and Alfred came in with Arthur's coat.

Arthur began to put on his coat, "Ok, so you have food in the fridge and the pantry, Mr. Vargas is across the street if you need anything, you have all my numbers, you have the spare phone in the basement, and I'll try to call you every hour," he said.

Alfred nodded, "Okay," and walked with him to the front door.

Arthur knelt down to Alfred's level, "You be careful, and keep an eye on the house alright?" he said.

Alfred nodded, "I will," Arthur smiled and gave him one last hug; he couldn't help but feel worried. This was the first time Alfred was being left at home for so long. The weather had sent out a blizzard warning calling for lots of snowfall that day. It was taking all of Arthur's willpower just to leave the house.

Alfred watched and waved as Arthur drove off as the snow began to fall harder. Once Arthur was out of sight, Alfred put his winter coat on and got to work on the rest of his traps. It was difficult work, but he managed to finish about a half hour before noon. Like Arthur had promised, he had called to check on him (almost) every hour. Alfred reassured him that he was fine every time and he hoped Arthur would believe him so he wouldn't call him as often.

Alfred quickly ate his sandwich before going to the top floor and peeking out a large window that overlooked the front yard and the street. He had to keep a lookout for when the enemy arrived, like a smart hero should. He picked up a pair of binoculars and scanned the streets for any signs of movement; the party was about to begin.

At about ten minutes to twelve, Lovino's phone rang, "Hello?" he said a bit gruffly.

"Mr. Vargas? It's Arthur; I have a small favor to ask of you," Arthur said through the phone.

"What is it?" Lovino asked,

"Could you go over and keep an eye on Alfred for me? I'm heading to a meeting and I won't be able to call him for a while, so could you just check on him?" Arthur asked.

Lovino rolled his eyes and groaned inwardly, "Alright fine," he said.

"Thank you so much," Arthur said.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Lovino grumbled and hung up the phone. He grabbed his black trench coat and pulled it over his pink button down shirt and walked out the door into the cold, snowy air.

The Bad Touch Trio were walking towards Alfred's house at that time and spotted the fuming Italian walking towards the house. "I'll handle this," Antonio murmured and walked towards him.

Alfred saw Lovino too as well as the incoming robbers; his eyes widened in fear for his neighbor as Antonio walked up to him. Lovino wasn't supposed to be here!

"Holá amigo!" Antonio said cheerfully to Lovino who just scowled at him."I just moved in down the street and I was wondering if you could help me?" he asked.

"What do you want, bastard?" Lovino asked, still scowling.

"I need some help carrying something to the window; do you have a ladder I could maybe borrow?" Antonio asked.

Lovino rolled his eyes, "Fine; c'mon you bastard," he grumbled.

Alfred watched in horror as Lovino led the robber into his garage. Lovino's garage was fairly small and looked like any other garage; shelves full of junk against the wall. One minor difference was two metal poles on the far left and right side that acted as supports. Lovino walked over to one of the shelves and Antonio quickly closed the garage door. Lovino whirled around, "What are you doing?" he demanded.

Antonio smiled dangerously, "You should be more careful about strangers, mi amigo." Lovino's eyes widened slightly and his heart began to race as Antonio walked towards him.

Alfred watched Lovino's garage door close; he had to rescue him when he got a chance. Even though he was a big meanie, He didn't want Lovino to get involved in this; he was the hero after all.

Alfred ran to Arthur's bedroom and pulled out his old bee bee rifle. It was Arthur's when he was younger, but he didn't use it anymore because of how dangerous it was. Alfred ran to the back door where the other two robbers were just arriving. They rapped on the door, "C'mon kid; ve know you're in zere!" Gilbert called.

"Open ze door mon petit, we won't 'urt you," Francis cooed.

Alfred got on his stomach and slowly pushed the end of the gun out the doggy door and aimed it slightly up. Arthur had meant to get that door blocked up, but they never got around to it and for now, Alfred was grateful.

"Just open ze door kid!" Gilbert called as he took a step closer, and Alfred fired. Alfred pulled the gun back in and stifled his laughter as Gilbert yelped in pain. He jumped back and fell to his knees, clutching between his legs, "My awesome jewels…" he whimpered.

Francis, now very curious, hesitantly stuck his hand through the doggy door. Alfred put the muzzle of the gun to the man's palm and fired again. Francis yelped and yanked his hand out. He cradled his hand as Alfred silently cheered inside.

"Ze little brat is armed!" Francis yelled.

"Alright, you go to ze back; I'll take ze front!" Gilbert ordered as they got to their feet.


Meanwhile, Antonio had securely tied Lovino to one of the poles in the Italian's garage with silver duct tape. His wrists were crossed behind the pole and his ankles and upper legs were taped as well. Antonio had taken off Lovino's coat leaving only his normal clothes for protection against the cold of the garage. Lovino winced as blood dripped from a mark on his temple. The bastard had kicked him to stun him so he could tape him up.

"Well Señor, this has been fun; but I have business to attend to," Antonio purred as he placed a large piece of tape over Lovino's mouth. Lovino let out a string of muffled curses as Antonio began to tape his upper arms to the pole to ensure that there was no escape,

"I certainly hope you aren't too…attached to that little boy across the street," Antonio said causing Lovino's eyes to widen.

The Italian then flushed bright red as Antonio gave him a small kiss on the head and undid the top three buttons on his pink shirt, exposing his skin even more to the cold resulting in more muffled yells from the Italian. Antonio then opened the garage window and opened the back door that was right next to where Lovino was tied,

"I'll leave these open, you look like you could use some air." He said before he disappeared out the door as the snow fell even harder and blew inside the garage.


Antonio met Francis by the back door while Gilbert was just arriving at the front. None of the robbers noticed the thick sheet of ice covering the steps, courtesy of Alfred dumping buckets of water on the steps the night before. Arthur hadn't noticed because he had left through the garage and the snow was doing a good job covering it.

At almost the same time, the trio took one step and was sent flying to the ground. Francis was the first one to recover and used the railing to get up the steps; Antonio on the other hand, fell to the ground again.

Francis was a bit shocked to find the door unlocked so he opened it and poked his head inside only to feel a huge burning sensation in his head. A lighter had been rigged to light when the door opened and Francis' blonde hair went up in seconds. Francis screamed a very manly scream and jumped backwards only to slip on the ice and land on Antonio.

Francis crawled over and stuck his head in the snow while Antonio tried to catch his breath; a sizzling sound was heard as the fire went out. Francis lifted his head out of the snow and faced a shocked Antonio, "Wow, that's a really bad hair day, amigo." He said trying to stifle a giggle.

Francis felt his head which was now burned and had hardly any hair on the top, "Oh mon dieu! My beautiful 'air is ruined!" he cried before his face was twisted with anger, "Zat little devil is going to pay for zis!"

Meanwhile, Gilbert had just gotten up to the front door and was attempting to open it. Alfred watched from above as he pulled out a pair of scissors and cut a piece of thick thread. Gilbert looked up as a huge anvil crashed out of the top window and landed right on his head.

Alfred flinched from his overhead view as a loud clang echoed through the air, "Ouch," he muttered.

Gilbert stood still for a few moments before falling back down the icy steps, flat on his back.

Once Antonio had calmed Francis down about his hair and given him a hat to wear, he spotted an open window that led to the living room. "You try the door again; I'll go in there." Antonio said and walked over.

However, the Spaniard was stopped a few feet away from the window. He tried to lift his feet, but he couldn't move. Alfred had cleverly left the hose running under the snow causing the ground to become muddy and sticky.

Francis kicked the door open, knocking the lighter out of place. He then faced Alfred, who was smiling right in front of him and holding a string that looked like it was connected to something.

"Hi," Alfred said innocently before stepping out of the way and letting go of the string. The pantry behind Alfred flew open and launched a large metal boxing glove. Francis flew out of the doorway and into the snow. Alfred grinned at the success; he couldn't remember exactly where he had found that thing or why it was in the house, but at least it worked! Alfred ran up and slammed the door shut and locked it this time.

Antonio, who had been trying to get out of the sticky mess had eventually taken off his boots leaving only his bare feet. This way, he was easily able to get to the window without the mud slowing him down. He climbed into the window and jumped to the ground, only to smash tons of tiny glass Christmas ornaments with his feet.

Antonio screamed in pain as he fell to the ground as his bare feet began to bleed, "I'm gonna KILL that kid!" he yelled angrily.

Gilbert, who had just come to his senses with a huge bump on his head, got back to his feet and climbed up the stairs again. This time, after making sure nothing was going to fall on him, he managed to kick the door open without slipping. "Alright you brat; come out before I unleash my awesomeness on you!" he yelled.

The moment he stepped in the door, he unknowingly stepped through a string that caused a frying pan to swing down and smack him in the face with a loud clang. Alfred watched from his hiding spot before scrambling up the stairs. Gilbert stood stunned for a minute before continuing through the booby trapped house.

Francis followed Antonio through the window, without getting sliced by Christmas decorations and they all met each other in the hallway. From their appearances, it was obvious that they had all been tricked by that kid.

"I'm up here you meanies!" Alfred called from the top of the stairs. The Bad Touch Trio ran to the stairwell where Alfred had placed out all his tiny toy cars causing the three men to slip and fall quite hard. Alfred quietly thanked Arthur for telling him how Feli had almost broken his neck slipping on those things.

"Is that all you got?" Alfred taunted as they got to their feet. Alfred ran to the railing that overlooked the staircase as the three began to climb up the stairs. Alfred then threw down a paint can that was attached to a string. After hearing the Francis' yelp of pain he knew he had a bulls-eye. He threw down two more and got the same result, but he wasn't finished yet.

The trio was coming up at the same time with Gilbert yelling, "If you throw vun more can at us, I'll rip your guts up and shove zem up your-" he was cut off Alfred threw down a thick metal bar that slammed into all three of them causing them to fly against the wall and slump to the ground. The three men were out of commission…for now.

Just then the phone rang; it was probably Arthur. Alfred ran to the nearest phone upstairs and prayed that the robbers would stay asleep for awhile, "Hello?" he asked panting slightly.

"Alfred? It's Arthur; are you alright? You're all out of breath," Arthur said worriedly.

"No no, I'm fine; I'm just playing Mafia with Mr. Vargas," Alfred responded.

Arthur smirked, "You're not gambling, are you?" he teased. "No," Alfred said.

"Well, I'm going to be home soon, the weather is getting really bad. I'm picking Feliciano up from the airport so I won't be home for a while depending on the traffic." Arthur said.

Alfred nodded, "Okay, take your time, I'll be fine."

"Alright, play nice with Lovino;"

"I will; bye!"

"Bye love,"

Alfred hung up the phone in relief and ran back to check on the robbers. To his relief, they were just getting up and pulling themselves together. Alfred knew that now was the time to put them out of commission for good. The trio got up and began to climb the stairs again, keeping a sharp eye out for any more objects coming towards them.

Alfred waved to them from the entrance to the attic, "Come and get me!" he taunted before sticking out his tongue. The three men chased after the boy, tripping over a tight wire he set up in the process as they all scrambled up the stairs. They scanned the attic looking for the small boy but they didn't notice the same boy sneaking back down the stairs from his hiding place behind the top of the stairs.

Alfred quietly shut the attic door and locked it tight; he was going to have to be quick if this was to work. He grabbed his winter coat and a small backpack he had put together and bolted outside. He hadn't noticed how bad the snow was getting as it was almost up to his waist. He ran a little ways back until he could clearly see the attic window. He put his hands to the sides of his mouth and yelled, "YOU'RE NOT GONNA FIND ME UP THERE YOU BIG, DUMB, STUPID-HEADS!"

The three robbers appeared in the open window and stared in disbelief at the boy's quickness. Antonio checked the door to find it locked. They tried to break it down, but this door was much thicker than the others and their crowbars were outside. Luckily, Francis found a rope they could use to climb down. They secured it to a post and began to climb down.

Francis' nose twitched as he sniffed the air, "Hey; what's zat smell?" he asked.

Antonio sniffed the air, "That's kerosene amigo, it's on the rope," he answered.

"Vhy ze hell vould ze rope be covered in kerosene?" Gilbert asked.

Their eyes widened in realization and they looked down to see Alfred smiling up at them with a lit match, "Merry Christmas!" he called and set the rope ablaze.

"Go up!" Gilbert yelled and the three thieves scrambled up the burning rope. However, the three weren't fast enough and they all let go of the scorching rope near the top and crashed to the ground with snow from an overhead tree dumping all over them.

Alfred quickly dug through the snow in the back of the yard until he found his toy catapult. He had gotten it from Arthur's brother Scott for his birthday, and it was small, but worked like a normal catapult. It was pretty powerful; Alfred managed to accidently break a window once with it once (Arthur wasn't too pleased with his brother for giving him such a dangerous toy).

Alfred picked up a brick and loaded it. Before the trio knew what he was doing, Alfred opened fire. Antonio flew back and fell to the ground unconscious, with a large red mark on his forehead. Before Gilbert and Francis could even react, two more bricks sailed through the air and knocked them out cold. Alfred ran inside and dialed 911; his plan was a success, now to rescue Mr. Vargas.


"Over here Feliciano!" Arthur called waving. He had just arrived at the airport and Feli's plane had just landed.

The happy Italian jogged over to him, "Ciao Arthur! Merry Christmas!" he said happily as he gave Arthur a hug, "Merry Christmas," Arthur responded, "Did you have a good trip?" he asked.

"Si, it was so much fun! Kiku made all kinds of food! How are Alfred and Lovino?" Feli asked.

"There fine; Lovino's looking after Alfred right now actually," Arthur answered. Just then, Arthur's cell phone rang, "Excuse me," he said as he answered his phone, "Hello?"

"Is this Arthur Kirkland?" A strange voice asked.

"Yes," Arthur answered.

"This is the local police; is Alfred Kirkland your brother?" the voice asked.

Arthur frowned slightly, "Yes, what about him?" he asked.

"We just received a call from him; based on his explanation, a group of dangerous criminals known as the Bad Touch Trio attempted to break into your house a few hours ago," the policeman answered.

Arthur's eyes widened as he visibly paled. Feli noticed that the Brits' hands were shaking and had a bad feeling something was wrong. "I-is he alright?" Arthur asked shakily. He remembered when he had last called Alfred and how he was out of breath; could he have been trying to run from the robbers? The thought of Alfred getting hurt or even killed by crooks almost made Arthur's heart stop.

"We're on our way there now; if you give us your location we'll give you a police escort to your house." The policeman said.

Arthur nodded, trying with all his might not to drop the cell phone, "Y-yes, I'm at the airport," Arthur answered.

"Alright, we'll send someone out right away." The policeman answered.

"Alright, thank you." Arthur said and hung up. He put his phone away and started to breathe heavily with cold sweat beading on his forehead,

"What happened?" Feli asked worriedly. Arthur grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door, "I'll explain later; we have to get home!" He said frantically.


Lovino could feel his consciousness slipping away; the cold was gnawing at him and he couldn't feel his body at all. He had tried to escape, but the exposure to the cold had quickly stopped his struggles; that and his head injury seemed to be worse than he thought. He just hoped that Alfred was alright; the kid may have been annoying, but he never wanted him to get hurt, especially by those bastards. In all honesty, the reason he was so grumpy around Alfred was that he just didn't know how to act around him; he had never really been around small children that much.

Alfred burst through the back door of the garage, "Mr. Vargas!" he cried. In an instant, he spotted his neighbor taped to the pole. He ran up to him in horror and put his backpack down. The boy felt his heart tighten as he saw how pale Lovino was and the cut on his head; he just hoped he wasn't too late.

He reached up and touched his icy cold cheek causing Lovino to flinch slightly, "Mr. Vargas?" Alfred called gently.

Lovino felt his senses slowly come back to him as he felt the small warm hand on his cheek. His eyes fluttered open as the piece of tape across his mouth was gently pulled away. His half-lidded eyes fell on the small blue-eyed boy, "Alfred," he murmured.

Alfred smiled, "Don't worry; you're gonna be ok," he said as he opened his backpack and pulled out a thick quilt and a pair of scissors. He placed the blanket on Lovino before he began cut the tape and peel it off until Lovino was free. Alfred re-wrapped the quilt around Lovino's shoulders and managed to help him to his feet.

Alfred took his hand and slowly led him from the cold garage into the warm house, "Sit down here Mr. Vargas," Alfred said as he led Lovino into the living room,

"G-grazie Alfred," Lovino said as he sat down on the couch and pulled the blanket tighter around him.

The boy then ran to the kitchen and pulled a chair against the fridge so he could reach the freezer. Luckily, he spotted an ice pack that was just within his reach. Alfred grabbed it and jogged back to living room before taking off his coat and climbing onto the couch next to Lovino. He held out the ice pack and Lovino took it, nodding his thanks as he pressed it to his throbbing head,

"Are you sure you're okay?" Alfred asked worriedly after a few minutes of silence.

Lovino continued to shiver as he put down the ice pack to pull the quilt tighter around him, "I-I'm fine now; w-what about you? How did you get away from those bastards?" Lovino asked.

Alfred smiled, "I left a few surprises for them," he said simply.

Alfred then climbed onto Lovino's lap and hugged him, "I'm glad they didn't hurt you," he said softly.

Lovino's eyes widened before softening and wrapping Alfred in the blanket with him and hugging him back, "Grazie Alfred; I'm glad you're not hurt either…damn brat," he said softly. It had been forever since he had willingly hugged somebody, let alone a child. If Lovino wasn't so pale the light pink on his cheeks would've been easy to spot. Alfred smiled and snuggled against Lovino hoping to warm him up faster.

They stayed like that for a while until they heard sirens outside. They put their coats back on and went outside to see many police cars drive up and surround Alfred's house.

"Wow," Alfred breathed; he had never seen policemen this close before! The policemen all spread out around the house until they found the semi-conscious trio in the back yard.

Arthur's car pulled up alongside the other cars and he and Feli got out. Arthur's heart quickened his breath hitched at the sight of the broken window and kicked in door. Feli was just as shocked at the damage.

"Alfred," Arthur whispered and made his way toward the house, hoping to spot the small boy.

Alfred smiled at the sight of his brother's messy blonde hair and yelled out, "Artie!"

Arthur whirled around at his brother's voice and saw the small blonde haired boy running towards him from Lovino's house with Lovino following slowly behind him. Arthur let small tears of happiness dot his eyes as he let out a sigh of relief and ran towards Alfred before scooping him into his arms and spun around once as he squeezed the boy. Arthur fell to his knees and showered Alfred with kisses and hugs causing the boy to blush slightly.

"Artie, you're hugging and kissing me in front of the cops!" he whined.

Arthur pulled away and stroked Alfred's hair, "Thank god you're okay," he said and gripped the boy's shoulders, "Don't you ever scare like that again!" he said firmly.

Alfred gave him a small smile and Arthur pulled him into another tight hug. Feli went up to his brother and hugged him, "Are you alright fratello?" he asked.

Lovino sighed and hugged him back, "Yeah, thanks to the kid," he answered pointing to Alfred.

When they broke away, Feli's eyes widened at the cut, "Your head…" he said reaching towards it but Lovino pushed his hand away, "It's nothing, really." He reassured him.

Alfred finally managed to break away from his brother and faced his neighbors, "Hi, Mr. Feli!" he said happily.

"Ciao, Alfred!" Feli said as he hugged the small boy.

Arthur got to his feet, "Thank you for watching Alfred," he said gratefully to Lovino.

The Italian rolled his eyes, "I didn't do anything really," he said as the police came back with the three thieves cuffed.

The Italians and Arthur noticed the many injuries on them as they glared daggers at Alfred who was smiling innocently. A police officer who appeared to be the chief walked up to them, "Arthur and Alfred Kirkland?" he asked. Arthur nodded, the chief continued, "We've arrested the crooks; however, it appears that a number of items were set up in the house that matched the injuries on the trio; booby traps if you will." He explained, looking at Alfred.

Arthur picked Alfred up, "Is there something you and Mr. Vargas would like to tell us?" he asked.

"It's a long story," Alfred answered, "And the house is a mess," he added.

"Maybe we should go inside," Lovino suggested.

Everyone sat in the living room with Alfred sitting on Lovino's lap as they explained what had happened. By the time they were done, everyone's eyes were wide with disbelief. After a moment of silence the chief bid them farewell and left the group alone.

Feli went up and hugged Alfred, "Thank you so much for saving my brother Alfred!" he said happily. Alfred squirmed in Feli's death hug, but luckily Feli released him and returned him to Lovino's lap before he suffocated.

Alfred faced Lovino and gave a small smile causing the Italian to sigh and smile back, "I guess I never really took the time to notice what a good kid you are, even if you are a brat," he said ruffling his hair.

Alfred pouted, "I'm not a brat you meanie!" he protested. Everyone laughed; this was going to be a Christmas to remember.


Yeah...this was kinda cute if you squint. Plus, it was adorable putting in the Chibi!America and Romano stuff X3

I'm sure if you've seen the movies you know what traps I threw in there.

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