Chapter Two: The News

Author's Note: Hey there! Once again, thank you all so much for enjoying my story! It seems that I have been getting a recurring question from my lovely readers. Several people have asked me why Arthur was so special… Well, I'm not going to tell you. Not yet at least. There is a reason which is his sight, but there is something else about him and his past that that makes him especially unique. So there is your teaser! If you can figure it out this that bit of information, I'll do something special for you, such as write you a one-shot of anything you want or whatever, but you have to private message me!

Also, I think there are a few people that are a bit confused with the concept or what is going on here and I am going to break it down. Sorry for not mentioning this in the Prologue, but Arthur Kirkland is just Arthur Kirkland. It appeared that some people thought that he was also England. I have this story more AU in the Hetalia department rather than the Harry Potter part.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor the Hetalia: Axis Powers scans/manga/anime .

Warnings: Same as always. Minor cursing. Maybe.

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It wasn't long until the neighborhood caught onto Arthur and his new little addition to the family. Harry was a very social child that loved to follow Arthur around. When Arthur went to the laundry room to throw clothes in the dryer, there would be Harry, right behind him, ready to help any way possible. Or when Arthur would be cooking some sort of abomination in the kitchen, Harry would be at his feet playing.

Harry got especially frustrated with stairs though. Even more so when Arthur went up them to grab something and temporarily left poor Harry downstairs alone to await his return. He once had attempted stairs, only getting to the third step before falling backward, hitting his head on the tiling, screeching in pain.

Arthur has feared that the boy had cracked his head, but luckily thanks to very, very expensive x-rays, Harry was shown to be fine despite the rather large dump on the back of his head. Arthur blamed himself, of course, for not knowing the proper things to buy to keep children from places they best not be. And so, after the doctors, they went straight to the store and purchased baby-gates as well as the proper essentials to baby-proof a home.

It was when they got home, when Arthur was examining Harry's head, sure that the doctor didn't look close enough, that he saw the rather odd scar on Harry's forehead. Arthur was drawn to the papers he received the second time he opened the letter to see if they had said anything about the scar. Unfortunately, it had said nothing.

It was Thursday of the second week since Harry's arrival, when he had followed Arthur outside to get the mail, lips puckering to show his distaste for the winter air, did a neighbor see the boy. Mrs. Bickleton, from three houses down, was walking her most unsightly Pekingese when she saw Harry.

"Aw-thur," Mrs. Bickleton said aloud in her scratchy voice caused by several years of smoking. It frightened Harry, but not enough to go to Arthur, despite all he wanted to. Mrs. Bickleton was a rather tall woman, perhaps towering Arthur as 6'2". She had rather faded brown hair with many, many gray strains. Her wrinkled were deep and the skin on her neck hung. She, in other words, looked like a turkey.

"Good Morning Mrs. Bickleton," Arthur said, smiling by force at the sour looking woman and her matted dogs. "Rather cold this morning, is it not? How are you?"

"Aw-thur, were on Earth did you get this child?" Mrs. Bickleton pointed a rather long, rather boney finger towards Harry's midsection. The boy, this time, went to Arthur. Her hand shook as it followed to boy.

"He," Arthur paused, knowing he could no longer deny it, knowing that now, with the papers and the time with Harry, he was never going to be able to let him go. "He is my son."

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The news spread like a wildfire throughout the neighborhood. Even faster throughout the town. Soon, every citizen of the small town of Bulbury was raving. Talking about Arthur Kirkland and the new child that he had adopted; it struck them odd that he had not told anyone. Arthur knew that it wouldn't be long until his family contacted him.

In other words, Alfred.

Alfred Kirkland was Arthur younger brother. He was rather taller than him, with light strawberry blonde hair and glasses. Back in High School, Alfred was the popular jock that everyone licked, that every girl wanted to date. He was the it. The problem though, was Alfred was never particularly bright, only getting into a college in America for his rugby skills, or as he said it.

Banging on the door boomed furiously through the house. Someone was at the door, and that someone wanted in. Quickly, Arthur went to the door, hoping to seize the noise before it woke sleeping Harry from his nap. Arthur swung the door open, prepared to shout profanities at the noise maker. That is, until Arthur saw the pursuer.

"Arthur!" Alfred said loudly in his newly found American accent; hugging his rather shorter, older brother. "Artie how are you?"

"F-fine, just bloody fine," He sputtered out, pushing Alfred away so he could breath. Arthur wasn't aware that Alfred was in town, he wasn't even aware Alfred was in England. Last he had heard was that he'd run off with some girl in college over in America. "Why the hell are you here?"

Alfred looked slightly hurt but soon disguised it with a huge smile. "Everyone is talkin' about how you got a son Artie! Mom called me and everything!" Arthur nodded at what his brother was saying, still slightly surprised that he was here. Arthur wasn't going to lie though, if someone in this family was going to find out and then call him out about it, it would be Alfred. "Who's the lucky gal?"

"No girl," Arthur said sheepishly. "I, uh, I adopted him. Now if you would be as kind as to please be quiet Alfred, I'd highly appreciate it. Why don't you leave while you're at it?"

"Well," Alfred said, looking around Arthur into the house. Baby gates could be seen, as well as a high chair, and of course toys. "Where is the he? Aren't you going to introduce me to your mystery son no one knew you were getting."

"Believe me, I didn't know either." Arthur mumbled almost silently.

"What?"

"I said he is asleep."

"Well then, at least invite me in and give me some of you totally gross food or something!" Alfred pushed past his brother. "I'm starved."

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Much against Arthur's liking, Alfred stayed for dinner. It was obvious that he also expected to stay the night but wasn't going to inform Arthur of this until it was too late. Harry, however, seemed to very much like Alfred. Whether it is his loudness, or perhaps how the atmosphere suddenly got warmer every time Alfred would walk into a room, Arthur wasn't sure, but Harry loved him.

"You don't say?" Alfred asked Harry, who in return babbled a bunch of nonsense and giggled. "You do say?"

Once again, Harry laughed and Alfred smiled. Arthur, himself found it hard not to show some sort of pleased emotion toward the young boy; whoever Harry's parents were, they sure had a special son.

"Alfred," Arthur stated bitterly. "You are such a bleeding mooch. The least you can do, if not clean the dishes, is clear the table. Leave Harry alone and do something you barmy git!"

"Chill, chill," Alfred rose from his seat, clearing the table to the bare minimum before taking the dishes to Arthur to be washed. "What happen to you Arthur? I mean, you've always been an ass but you seem more distant than usual and know a kid? Maybe you should go see someone."

"Not blooming likely," Arthur grunted coldly. "The only problems I have is a that there is bloody freeloader in my home."

Alfred laughed heartily.

Arthur sighed but smiled when he looked out the window and saw few fairies were in the garden, going to bed in the tulips. He wondered how Alfred wasn't able to see them. Then again, Arthur wondered why no one could ever see them. It wasn't like they were dull or something. They shimmered and they weren't exactly pleasant to be around; at least the Pixies weren't.

Harry giggled from behind them and Arthur turned to see what he was looking at. When he did, he was too shocked to speak. Frozen there, Arthur stared. Right in front of Harry was a Fairy from his garden. It was standing were Harry's food had been and it appeared that Harry was capable of seeing it.

"Wha… what?" Arthur asked aloud, eyes glued on the creature as well as Harry. "How are you… How?"

Arthur had always been alone when it came to his magical creatures. Several times he was even convinced he was crazy. But there, there right in front of him was Harry playing with a Fairy! Harry saw them to?

"Artie what's your problem?" Alfred asked.

"I'm not alone."

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Author's Note: Once again I felt like the end was a bit sketchy. I wanted his family, as well as everyone else know about Harry's existence, but I also wanted there to be a bond between Arthur and Harry that made all of Arthur's doubt of keeping him to go away. So I sorta put them both. I hope you all liked it.

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