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Also, thank you to everyone who reviewed! Sorry I haven't been able to respond to them, life has been VERY busy! Anyway, hope you like it!

"Okay Francis, what's five plus two?" Ivan asked their eldest child, who was sitting across the kitchen table from him with an irritated expression.

"I don't know! Why do I have to learn this?" Francis asked, pouting and kicking the legs of his chair.

"You do know it. And you need learn this because education is very important. You must take your studies seriously," Ivan advised. "Now think the problem over and answer it."

"Give the kid a break Ivan," Alfred, who was currently unloading the dishwasher, spoke. "You've been asking him them for fifteen minutes straight, and it's not even a school night! Man I'd go crazy."

"Alfred, we must teach the children to thrive on their inner intelligence." Ivan said. "Just think, with enough education, Francis could become a scientist, an astronaut, a surgeon! Anything he wants to be!"

"Babe, he's only in Kindergarten. We can start thinking about that other stuff a long, LONG time from now." Alfred said, shuddering at the thought of his kid getting that old. "Now let's all have a cookie break."

"Cookie! My cookie!" A certain two year old screamed, running into the room right on que. Alfred was beginning to think that Arthur had selective hearing. Call him for a cookie, he'd be there in less than a second. Call him for a nap, and it'd take some manhandling.

Due to his rather unsteady coordination, Arthur tripped over his feet and would have fallen flat on his face if Alfred hadn't have scooped him up before he could take the tumble.

"You want a cookie huh? Well you're gonna have to earn it." Alfred said.

"I wuv my daddy," Arthur responded, kissing the American on the chin. "Cookie p'ease?"

"Awww, for being so cute you can have two cookies. Now go sit and I'll bring the cookies over." Alfred said, setting Arthur back on the floor. The tot instantly went over to Ivan and held up his arms. Ivan picked him up and set their youngest on his lap.

Meanwhile, Alfred grabbed a package of Oreos, some cups, and a carton of milk before making his way over to the table.

"Calm down little one," Ivan hushed Arthur, who was eagerly trying to snatch the cookie box. Suddenly the Russian man's eyes lit up with a new idea. "Francis, you have five cookies and you take away two. How many are left?"

"That doesn't make it better," Francis said, not at all impressed.

"Alright guys, let's just enjoy our cookies," Alfred interrupted, taking Arthur from Ivan and giving two oreos to him. Arthur instantly crammed one into his mouth. "Wait buddy, you were supposed to dip it into my glass of milk!"

Arthur took the drool covered mushy cookie from his mouth and dropped the whole thing into Alfred's glass. The American attempted to take the Oreo back out, but the milk has caused it to get very soggy and break into many pieces.

"Cookie!" Arthur called out sadly, green eyes beginning to well with tears. "Cookie w-went bye-bye..."

"Aww, you got another one, see?" Alfred said, indicating to the cookie in Arthur's other hand.

Once cookie time was over, the family of four went into the living room. Francis used the coffee table to color, Alfred sat on the couch and attempted to fold the children's laundry, and Ivan had given up on studying with Francis, which left Arthur to be his new victim.

"Come on Arthur, you know the alphabet! Can't you sing it with me?" Ivan begged. "A, B, C, D...what comes after D Arthur?"

"Weesh," Arthur replied, not paying any attention to his father. Instead he was watching Curious George on the Tv, absentmindedly sucking his thumb as he watched the screen intently.

"What?" Ivan asked, eyebrows furrowed together. "Arthur please answer?"

There was no reply, except for Arthur attempting to imitate a monkey noise.

"You're never going to get him to answer you like that." Alfred told him as he finished folding a pair of mismatched socks.

"As if you can do any better?" Ivan scoffed.

"Watch this," Alfred instructed with a wink. Then, much to the Russian's surprise, Alfred began to fake cry. "M-my Artie isn't singing the ABC's with me! Wahhhh!"

The reaction was immediate. Arthur's head whipped around and he looked panicked, quickly getting off the floor and toddling over to his 'crying' parent. "Daddy no sad. A, B, C, D, E, G, B!"

"Good boy!" Alfred shouted, instantly brightening as he hugged Arthur tightly. "Okay, go watch Curious George for a few minutes before bath time."

"No," Arthur replied, but did as he was told.

"Wow...how do you always get him to listen to you?" Ivan asked, bewildered.

"I'm just that good," Alfred replied. "At everything."

"Oh yes, I'm sure." Ivan said, rolling his eyes. Nonetheless, the kissed his husband on the cheek.

"Papa, I drew you a picture!" Francis suddenly spoke up, eagerly thrusting a piece of paper into Ivan's hands. It was a beautiful sunflower field. Ivan smiled widely, pulling the five year old into his lap and kissing his head.

"Francis this is wonderful! You're such a good artist! I bet you'll be famous just like Leonardo da Vinci! This is going right on the fridge so I can see it everyday." Ivan praised.

Francis's beaming face made both parent's hearts melt. "Merci Papa. Now I'll draw you a picture Pere! What do you want? Maybe a space alien?"

"That sounds awesome bud!" Alfred agreed. "I can't wait to see it."

A moment later Arthur decided that Ivan's lap would be a much better viewing spot for the TV, and made himself comfortable there. Alfred whipped out his iphone and took a picture, sending it to Matthew right away.

It was moments like this that made being a family wonderful. Just something as simple as relaxing in the living room on a Saturday evening.

Things were wonderful.

Hope you liked it!