The alarm woke Arthur and Francis up. Neither of them really wanted to get up, but they knew that they had a full day and couldn't get around it. Arthur was the first to get up and start getting ready, while Francis just moved to take up the entire bed so that he wouldn't have to get up. The British man was doing his tie in the mirror when the French man finally spoke up.

"Do you think we can do it," Francis asked.

Arthur looking into the man's eyes through the mirror, he wasn't sure if he wanted to but he had to.

"Can we really leave our little princess in Yao's care?"

The Englishman went into his closet to get his shoes, "Chun-Yung will be there as well, Francis. Peace will be just fine." Although his body made him look certain about this his voice wavered.

Today was the first day that both Francis and Arthur had to be at a meeting and both of the boys a school. They knew that they couldn't leave Peace alone for the entire day, so they had been in a spot. While they were out one day they had met Chung-Yung, Yao's female twin, and she wanted to take peace home with her. When Yao found out that they needed some help he managed to mention it to Chung-Yung, who immediately offered to take care of the girl. They didn't have any meetings that day because they were already staying home taking care of their siblings. Having no other option the Arthur and Francis accepted the offer, but in the month that Peace had been here they hadn't left her with anyone else.

As Francis started to get ready Arthur went to go get the boys up for school. He woke Matthew up and then Alfred, figuring that Francis would wake Peace up once he was dressed. While the boys brushed their teeth in the bathroom Arthur laid out their clothes for the day. Although the boys could dress themselves they still weren't able to put outfits together so that they look appropriate for school. Once he was done he headed downstairs to start making breakfast. He set out cereal and juice for the boys and Peace before making his tea and starting the coffee for Francis. After a little while Arthur heard the two boys coming down the stairs while Francis moved about upstairs as well. The boys had just entered the kitchen when a thud was heard from above, and everyone just seemed to stop and see what was going on.

Upstairs Francis heard the thud while he was brushing his teeth. It had come from Peace's room, but he thought that Arthur had already brought her downstairs. He took the sword that was mounted on the wall off of it and started down the hall with the toothbrush still in his mouth. The sword had been from Arthur's pirate days years ago, but he had mounted it on the wall as some sort of treasure from those times. Peace's door was slightly ajar, so Francis simply nudged it open to find that it was dark. He heard movement from the blankets and quietly peaked into the dark room. There was a form on the floor that he couldn't make out, so he quickly turned the light on and stepped into the room without a thought to hid the sword.

On the floor was a bundle of blankets with Peace's head poking out and looking up at him. He looked over to her bed to see that none of her blankets were on her bed anymore, and he just looked around wondering what was going on. Peace's eyes were trained on the sword. When Francis looked back at the little girl he found that her eyes were tearing up. He sat the sword down on the top of the dresser and went to go untangle the little girl, but the closer he got to her the more she seemed to cry. When he tried to unwrap her from the sheets she screamed and started to sob and tried to wiggle away from the man. His heart broke seeing his little girl's tears, but he continued to unwrap her from the pink and purple blankets. Once she was unwrapped the little girl seemed to be out of the room at record speed.

Downstairs Arthur, Alfred, and Matthew were surprised when Peace was suddenly running sobbing through the kitchen. Arthur stopped her and by the time Francis was downstairs Peace was sobbing into Arthur's chest and holding onto his shirt with her small fists. The two boys at the table just stared at the sight in confusion, and then looked at their Papa once he made his way through the doorway to the kitchen.

"What happened, frog," Arthur asked rubbing the small girl's back.

"Well, I was brushing my teeth," Francis started.

"PAPA," Alfred shouted from his seat, "why is your toothpaste still in your mouth?!"

"Because of what happens in the rest of the story," Francis answered wiping his mouth off. "I was brushing my teeth and I heard a thump from Peace's room. I thought that peace was down here with you, so I thought that it was an intruder, maybe Germany was trying to invade or something, so I took a sword from the wall and went to go check it out."

Arthur looked down at the sobbing girl in his arms and then back at Francis, "So she's upset because you came into the room with a sword?"

"I put the sword down," Francis clarified, "and then untangled her from her cocoon of blankets that she was in. As I got closer to her she started to cry even more."

Arthur started to bounce the little girl to try to get her to sleep, or at least to calm down. Her sobs started to calm down to sniffles a little. Francis had moved to the other side of the counter and finished brushing his teeth quickly, and telling the boys to eat up so that they could get going. Everything wen back to normal for a little bit before Arthur went to hand Peace back over to Francis sot that he could eat and Francis could get her ready for the day, but Peace screamed and started to cry again almost as soon as she saw him. That sort of decided that Arthur was going to get her ready for the day and Francis had to watch the boys.

"Think it could have something to do with her scars," Matthew asked Alfred while he ate.

Alfred stopped feeding himself and thought for a minute, "I'm not sure. Hey Papa! Where do scars come from?"

Francis was pouring his coffee and gave the blond twins a questioning look, "Scars happen when you get really hurt. Why are you asking?"

Alfred turned and put another spoonful of cereal in his mouth, leaving Matthew to answer the question. "No reason, Papa."

Francis went and sat down in an open chair around the circle table, "You don't ask a question if you don't have a reason. So what's wrong?"

Both boys looked down at their half empty bowls and took another spoonful to shove into their mouths, trying to get the other to answer a question. When their father just looked at them both of them decided that it was time to go to school, and ran to the foyer. Francis knew that they were up to something, and followed them to the foyer with the cup of coffee in his hand. The morning was already strange, but now it really was weird.

"No matter how fast you get ready we aren't leaving any sooner. Your father still needs to eat," Francis told the two.

The two boys slowly stopped and turn towards their father. Matthew's stuffed bear was now being held to his chest, obviously it was show and tell day at school. Alfred played with his sheriff's badge that he was proudly wearing on his shirt as something to do besides looking at his father.

Matthew was the brave one today, "You know the scars on Peace's arms, and back, and chest, and tummy, and the one on her leg?"

Francis looked at the two as if they were insane, Peace had scars? He had washed her several times during the last month, normally Arthur did it, but he does it at least twice a week. He had seen marks all over her, but they were the same pale skin as the peace sign on her arm, he figured that they were all just birthmarks. He told the two as much and they simply looked at the ground and shook their heads.

"No Papa," Alfred told him quietly, "they're scars."

"Now how do you know this," Francis asked leaning on the door frame.

Alfred looked up at his father with some tears in his eyes, "Benny has a scar! Those marks look just like his scar! They're scars Papa!"

Francis just looked at Matthew, who nodded his head in agreement with his brother. Francis simply suggested that the boys go finish breakfast, and then watched as they went through the family and dinning room to get back to the kitchen to finish their food as they were told. While Francis walked upstairs in a thoughtful mood. They could be scars, or they could be birthmarks. He stood outside of Peace's door and leaned against the wall there. He knocked on the door and talked to Arthur when he came to answer it. The two quietly debated for a minute and Arthur claimed that he would figure it out while he dressed her.

It was about an hour later when Arthur and Francis pulled up to the Chinese house with Peace holding her unicorn stuffed animal close to her in the car seat. In the time that it took the two men to drop off the boys at school Peace had calmed down in the backseat a little bit. She stayed close to everyone but Francis for the rest of the morning, and no one could figure out why. She had started to cry when her Papa had gotten in the car, but Arthur told the boys to ignore it and she would stop. He was right, by the time they got to the school Peace had quieted down, but once the boys left you could tell that she was upset about it. When the two got out of the car Francis stood and watched Arthur take the small girl out of her seat. Right after that they two went up to the door, and you could now tell by her physical body language that she was upset that Francis was so close to her.

Chung Yung answered to door and seemed very happy. Arthur kissed Peace's forehead and told her to behave, and he would be back to pick her up once Alfred and Matthew were done with school before saying good bye. She wouldn't let Francis do it though, which seemed to confuse everyone. Chung Yung took Peace from the two with a confused and panicked look, but got her to wave to the two as they drove away.

"They are scars," Arthur told Francis as they sat at the light by the Chinese house. "That peace sign, it isn't a birthmark, it's a scar too."

"But, mon ami," Francis debated aloud, "why did she run and cry because of me?"

"You had the sword," Arthur decided as he drove forward. "I think that she was afraid of that; maybe that has something to do with it."

Francis continued to look out the window while a still atmosphere filled the car. He couldn't decide what to say or how to phrase it if he were to say anything. "So what do we do," he asked as they pulled into a parking spot.

Arthur turned the car off and leaned back in his chair, "Take her to a doctor? Then we can find out for sure, and see if anything else is wrong."