The children woke up two more times that night before the sun greeted them in the morning. England woke up first to his phone vibrating on the table next to him. He picked it up and turned the alarm off.

Francis slept softly. His hair falling over his face and his arm once more wrapped around the Englishman. Arthur picked the arm off him and set it on the pillow. Francis immediately felt it and squeezed the pillow close to him like a child and their teddy bear. Arthur wouldn't wake him up today. He knew how much Francis stayed up in the middle of the night.

Arthur walked to the crib to make sure that the children were still asleep and then went to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast meal for the couple. On the counter a black ebony wand sat.

"What in the bloody hell is-"

England ducked to the floor as the wand shot through the air towards his head. It hit the back wall and fell onto the floor. Red sparks flew out and produced scorch marks on the wall. Arthur stood dazed until he started hearing cries coming from the upstairs.

"Shit."

He ran upstairs and saw Francis getting out of bed and getting ready to help the babies.

"Oh Francis, I'm sorry. I didn't try to-"

"It's ok," Francis tried to hold back his slight anger, "It was time to wake up anyway. What was that noise?"

Arthur shuffled over to the crib "It was nothing important. Don't worry about it. I'll go clean it up. I'll be back in a tic."

Francis glared at the Brit and huffed. England looked at his feet and walked back to the kitchen downstairs. The wand still sat on the floor. The burns on the wall were now cold and dark. He bent down and brushed his hand against the wood. Immediately a blue flame burst out and wrapped around the Englishman's fingertips. He jumped back on the floor and clutched his hand tightly to his chest.

"Arthur, what's taking so long?"

Francis walked down the stairs with the babies softly cradled in his arms. Arthur quickly stood up and put his burnt hand behind his back.

"There's something we need to talk about," Arthur noted quickly.

Francis sat on the couch in the next room and laid the babies next to him.

"What? I-...Well, tell me while you help change these diapers."

England grabbed the diaper bag and began unbuttoning Alfred's onesie with his good hand.

"I'm not sure what exactly happened," Arthur began, "All I know is that you came to my house last afternoon with the brothers as babies. Ever since then, I have been seeing my wand pop around in different places in the kitchen. I don't remember anything that happened before you came here. I'm thinking that... Maybe..."

Francis paused in the middle of shaking powder on Matthew's bottom.

"Did you do this, Arthur?"

The house silenced. The only sounds were the nervous breathing of the nation's and the coos of the babies. Francis quietly finished diaper changing the small Canadian, not breaking eye contact to the Englishman beside him.

Arthur stood still looking at Francis. His eyes asking for forgiveness. He sloppily put a clean diaper on the baby and held the child tight to his chest.

"I'm scared that I might have done this, Francis. And I don't know how to change it. I've never heard of anything like this happening before. But, who else would've done it?!"

"Arthur, we will find a way. Like I've said before, we just need to take care of the children until we fix this."

...

"Bonjour, mon petit."

Francis sat on the living room floor and was trying different clothes on Matthew and Alfred. Matthew laid on the carpet peacefully with his hand hanging in his mouth. Alfred denied putting on clothes and kept trying to crawl away from France and his piles of baby outfits.

"America, come back here. I still want to try this adorable bonnet on you."

Arthur walked into the living room with plates of breakfast in his hands.

"Francis, what on earth are you doing?"

"My children will not be dressed in tacky clothes," France noted, "Thank you for making breakfast. I'm still tired from last night. I didn't realize how hard it would be. And it was only one night."

Arthur picked up a toy and waved it around little Alfred's face. A huge goofy smile spread across the American's cheeks as he tried to grab the toy.

"Good Morning, America."

Alfred laughed and stuck his tongue out at Arthur. His skin was so soft. And he showed so much innocence and fragility as an infant.

"Let's not worry about them," Arthur spoke.

Francis picked the Canadian off the ground and balanced the baby on his legs.

"That's what I've been trying to say, mon cher. Today lets be happy. As a family again."

And at that moment, nothing mattered. Arthur didn't think about the wand or his memories going away. All he did was focus that morning on the beautiful joys now happening in his life. With the man that he just might love...