HA! I bet you all thought I was never continuing this story too, huh? Well in your face!

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Burger

"IVAN! Oh my god, IVAN!"

"Ugh, Alfred what do you want?"

"They added a new burger to the McDonald's menu!"

Ivan sighed. Why did Alfred have to freak out over such trivial things? His husband was much too dramatic sometimes. Often he liked it, but sometimes it was just plain annoying.

"That is wonderful sunflower." Ivan said, before going back to typing up some documents for work on his laptop.

"Well...don't you wanna go try it out with me?" Alfred asked a few seconds later.

"Hmm? Oh, nyet Alfred. I'm trying to work right now." Ivan told him, eyes never leaving the computer screen as his fingers clicked loudly over the keyboard.

Alfred grumbled to himself. Why did Ivan have to be so interested in typing now? Ever since he'd taken that keyboarding course for work, now he was always typing. Alfred didn't even get it; normally Ivan detested computers, saying that they were too confusing. His thoughts were drawn from that though, when he heard the flushing of a toilet from upstairs.

"Artie, get down here!" He hollered. There was some shuffling around, and then the bathroom door opened. Arthur looked a little annoyed, standing at the top of the stairwell.

"What is it dad?" He asked, arms crossed.

"I'm grounding you unless ya come to McDonald's with me to try out their new burger." Alfred informed him. "Now come on and get your coat."

Arthur sighed audibly. "Dad, you always do this whenever they come up with something new on the menu. Why on earth can't you go yourself? I already had lunch."

"That doesn't matter, you're going to have lunch again then. Now hurry up and meet me in the car!" Alfred ordered, not giving Arthur any time to reply as he went out the front door to start the car.

Arthur decided that there was probably no use i in whining, and so he went to go put on his jacket.

"Have a good time," Ivan told him before Arthur went to go meet up with Alfred.

"I won't," Arthur told him.

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Restrictions:

"But why can't I go?" Arthur pleaded for the tenth time that night.

"For the last time Arthur, we will not allow you to go to a midnight concert with Gilbert on a school night." Ivan repeated firmly.

"But he's already got the tickets! Plus his older brother will be there!" Arthur said.

"That's just too bad. You can go to the next concert he invites you to, so long as it isn't on a school night." Ivan told him.

"Come on! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Raging BoneHead is one of the best bands around! Dad, please?" Arthur begged, turning towards Alfred and giving him his best puppy dog eyes.

'Be strong Alfred, be strong...', the American thought to himself, and then took a deep breath. "Sorry Artie, but I agree with your father. You're only eleven, there's no way we're letting you go to a midnight concert. Besides, even the band title sounds kinda sketchy." He said.

"Fine then, screw you guys!" Arthur shouted, before running upstairs to his room.

"Arthur Kirkland!" Ivan yelled after him, but was answered the sound of a door slamming shut.

"Oh my god Ivie, he's never ever said something so vulgar to us before!" Alfred whimpered.

"Be strong sunflower, we're in the right on this one." Ivan assured him. "He'll come around in the morning. Besides, he should be lucky that I'm not punishing him for speaking so disrespectfully to us."

"I'm going to go make sure he's okay. I can't have our little Artie mad at us!" Alfred decided, and hurried on up to their son's room. He knocked, but entered without even giving Arthur time to say come in. Arthur was on his bed, scribbling something on a piece of paper.

"Hi there Art, whatcha doing?" Alfred asked, peering over the eleven year old's shoulder. He cringed when he saw that Arthur had drawn of two incredibly fat and ugly creatures labeled dad and father.

"I um, know you're bummed out and everything," Alfred said sympathetically. "However, truthfully you probably won't be missing out on much. I bet Gilbert was lying about his brother taking you guys. I know for a fact that Ludwig isn't the type to go to such a concert."

"I know that! I was only telling you Ludwig was going for a coverup! We were going to sneak in!" Arthur spit out accidently.

"Aha, I knew it!" Alfred cried out. "But if you want, I can take the both of you to the next weekend concert, so you won't have to sneak in."

"Really?" Arthur asked.

"Sure! Well...as long as the band isn't that inappropriate or anything." Alfred replied.

"It isn't that inappropriate! Mostly..." Arthur said.

"Okay Artie, I trust you," Alfred laughed, ruffling the kid's hair.

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Drugs

"Uncle Matthew?"

"Yes Arthur?"

"Have you ever tried drugs before?"

W-what?" Matthew stuttered, choking on the sip of lemonade that he'd just taken. "Um, no...of course not! Drugs are bad...for kids. Um, why?"

"Some kid offered something called pot to me and Gilbert today. I didn't knwo what it was, but Gil knew. He said no though." Arthur explained.

"Really, Gilbert said no? Good for him!"

"Only because he said the kid was selling it for way too high," Arthur added.

"Oh...Uh, look Arthur. You're probably going to get offered stuff like that a lot more. But say no, okay? That stuff can really mess you up. Especially if you mix different shit up." Matthew said, muttering the last sentence to himself.

"Has anyone offered it to you before?" Arthur inquired.

'Yes, daily. Only I don't say no'

"Of course, but I've always told them no." Matthew said allowed. "Besides, think about the consequences. If your parents found out about you doing stuff like that, they'd never let you out of the house again. Heck, Alfred would probably go with his plan for homeschooling you."

"Yeah, you're right," Arthur agreed. "I wouldn't try it anyway though."

"Good," Matthew told him. "Gee I can't believe that happened to you. I mean, you're only eleven!"

"Almost twelve!" Arthur objected.

"Of course. But still! I didn't learn about that stuff until High School."

"I guess things have changed then."

"Hmm...I guess they have." Matthew agreed. "Wow, that makes me feel old."

"You are old."

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Yearly Vacation

"Please Ivie? Please Artie? Just this once?" Alfred pleaded.

"Nyet Sunflower, we have already decided," Ivan replied firmly.

"Yeah dad," Arthur agreed, crossing his arms.

"But why not?" Alfred asked desperately.

"We are not going on a vacation to Disney World! Both Arthur and I voted for Prague, and that is where we shall go." Ivan said.

"Dammit, come on! Last year it was the Caribbean, and the year before that it was the Amazon cruise. Every year I've voted for Disney World, but it always loses. Why can't we go just once?"

"We like to go to exciting places. There is nothing unique about Disney World." Ivan responded.

"Come on!" Alfred practically howled in misery. "Artie, if we went then we could get you an autograph book, and you could get Mickey Mouse's signature! Wouldn't that be fun?"

"No dad, that's kid stuff. I want to see Prague!" Arthur replied with a huff, as if Disney World was stupid much to Alfred's horror.

"We can go next year," Ivan told his lover comfortingly.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU ALWAYS SAY!" Alfred screamed.

"If you have a bad attitude then we won't take you on our yearly vacation at all." Ivan said sternly, as if Alfred was the child rather than Arthur.

"But I've always wanted to go! It's my life dream!"

"You're so overdramatic dad," Arthur told his parent. "Besides, we've already been to FLordia before."

"That was to go to Busch Gardens!" Alfred pointed out.

"Yes, but we still went to Florida." Ivan said. "Now accept that our next destination is Prague, and we can all be happy. Okay?"

"Fineee," Alfred groaned, muttering under his breath, "Stupid Prague."

He was making sure they went to Disney World next year.

Or else.

a/n: Sorry it's been forever. I'd make up some crummy excuse but I have none. Um, hope it wasn't too awful. I haven't been exactly in the "Alternate Universe" mood as of late. I'll get back there eventually I'm sure.

Review for the sake of our amazing Alternate family!