Arthur sat despondently at the kitchen table, the phone sat innocently in front of him. Occasionally, he glared at the window, more specifically the snow that just would not stop falling. He blamed the snow for all his current problems, suddenly wishing he lived in a more tropical climate, even if his sensitive skin would burn to a crisp under a harsh sun.

In the other room, the TV continued to replay the accident, new information being gathered as the victims were taken to the hospital. He remembered his hands clenching at the mention of the truck driver's death. If he died then Francis... He took in a shaky breath, not bothering to stem the stream of tears running down his cheeks. No one was in the room with him, he didn't bloody care. He just wanted Francis to be alright. The bloody frog had to be, he said he would annoy him forever. He couldn't just back out now.

The phone screeched in his ears and he stared at it as it rang. He hesitated, not really knowing if he wanted the information it would disclose. Could he handle it? Could he handle it if... He wasn't sure. At the fourth ring he picked it up with a trembling hand.

"H-Hello?"

"Is this Arthur Bonnefoy?"

"Yes." He said, taking in a calming breath. Everything would be ok. Francis couldn't just...

"I have more information on your brother Francis." The voice continued monotonously, uncaring in the least. Arthur twitched and his nerves didn't stop him as he snapped at the woman.

"I'm his husband, not his damn brother." He hissed before cursing himself mentally. There was silence on the other line and he knew he had jeopardized his entire situation.

"I see. Then you'll both be going to hell, so there's no reason for our aid." And the line went dead.

Arthur stared at the phone before slamming it shut. "Fucking dammit! Why the fuck does this happen!" He yelled, smashing his fist onto the table. The tears streamed harder down his face as he cursed the damn woman for all eternity. He needed to get to the hospital. What if they refused to treat him because of his damn slip up? Fuck!

"This is why we moved away. Fuck, its happening again!" He cried, not caring about his promise with his son, the snow still falling violently. He needed to get over there. He left the kitchen hurriedly, hastily putting on his coat and frantically looking for his bloody keys when the phone rang once more. He stiffened, wondering if it was just going to be the women yelling at him for his 'sins' and then notifying him they had pulled the plug. It rang again and he grabbed it.

"Hello?"

"Arthur Bonnefoy?"

"Yes. And you bloody well better be treating him!" He snapped.

"I'm very sorry for my co-worker's behavior, her views do not coincide with the rest of ours, believe me." A sympathetic voice spoke earnestly. Arthur relaxed slightly, taking a calming breath. "I'm here to assure you we will take care of your husband just like any other patient." She continued. "Regardless of your... relations with him."

"Is he alright?" He asked quickly, his grip on the phone tightening.

"He is currently stable. His right left leg is broken along with two of his ribs. He has a large cut on his arm that had still been embedded deeply with glass from his window. He has many bruises but he is breathing, and is not paralyzed, a very lucky man indeed."

Arthur felt a wave of relief flood his very being, Francis was going to live. He would be fine. He wasn't rid of him yet.

"Can I see him?" Arthur asked quickly, needing to see for himself that he was alright.

"Sir, I can not advise you to come over during such a dangerous blizzard. I suggest you stay home until the snow stops or at least until the morning."

Arthur's heart fell and he bit his lip worriedly. "Is...Is he awake?" He asked, hoping that maybe, just maybe he could hear his voice.

"Hold on." The women said and he could hear distant murmurs but could not understand them. The voice came back, "No, but he apparently had a message for you."

Arthur blinked. A message? His curiosity rose as he waited for the women to relay it to him.

There was a pause accompanied by a light giggle from the other line and the Englishman was immediately wary. "I must remind you that he woke up as we were bandaging him up, and he was quite high off the medication. He was also half asleep and pulled one of the nurses aside in order to tell her that the message was of the...up most importance." She explained hurriedly.

"What is it?"

"He...Well... He didn't want you to er worry." She seemed to be having trouble with her words, and Arthur could hear the smile on her face. "He wanted us to assure you that everything down there is perfectly fine."

Arthur reddened immediately, "The bloody wanker." he hissed. Why had he been worried about him? He could have been rid of the French pervert. "Yes, well thank you very much for telling me all this. Expect me there as soon as the storm calms." He stated before hanging up the phone.

His anger and embarrassment quickly subsided because Francis would be fine, that he was alive and well enough to make such a mortifying comment. Maybe that's why he had done it, to quell Arthur's worries.

The Englishman made his way up the stairs, determined to alert his sons that their Papa was fine. He opened Matthew's door to find the boy hugging his bear close to him, burying his face in its white fur. His other hand gripped his cellphone tightly which he had pressed against his ear. He wondered who he was calling, he had thought the twins would be comforting each other.

"Matthew?" The teen looked up, whispered something into the phone and hung up. He looked up at his father worriedly, red eyes irritated with tears still falling.

"Is he al-alright Dad?" he pleaded and Arthur stood there semi awkwardly, he had never been good with emotions.

"Yes, he's fine Matthew. A few broken bones but fine enough to leave me a perverted message." He answered with a small smile. He blinked when the boy almost attacked him, usually he expected this from enthusiastic Alfred not shy little Matthew.

"Oh, thank god. Papa's ok. He's ok." the teen murmured as he hugged his father close, Arthur smiled and hugged him back lightly. Matthew pulled away, kissing his father on both cheeks. "I love you Dad, ok?" He added quickly and Arthur nodded, ruffling his sons hair like he would when they were younger.

"Yes, yes. And I love you. Now I'm off to tell your brother." He responded quickly, departing from the room as Matthew eagerly opened his phone once more. He walked the short distance across the hall and opened the closed door. He was quite surprised at what he saw.

Ivan sat on the bed with Alfred in his lap. Russian arms held his son to his chest, so that Alfred's back rested on the others chest. Alfred was leaning back in the embrace, his own hands clinging to the Russian's arms. Blue eyes watched the TV screen, showing the accident, worriedly as Ivan seemed to be whispering things into the teens ear. Things that made Alfred nod.

Arthur stared at them a moment, trying to understand because he had been quite certain that Alfred abhorred the other in every shape and form, "Alfred?"

The American looked up at the mention of his name. Once he recognized his father, he jumped out of the embrace, causing Ivan to almost fall of the bed and ran over to the elder. Worried hands grasped Arthur's arms as blue eyes bore into green, "Well? Is Papa ok? He's ok right?"

"Alfred, you're hurting me." Arthur said quickly, already feeling bruises forming on his fore arms. He felt the grip loosen slightly and continued, "Yes, Papa is fine. He broke a few ribs and his leg but he's doing fine. He even had the audacity to leave me an inappropriate message. There's no reason to worry about the bloody wanker."

Alfred grinned instantly and pulled his father into a crushing hug, even spinning him around, much to the others displeasure. "Thank god! Papa's ok. He's ok!" Alfred shouted, echoing his brother's words from earlier. Really, the twins could be so alike sometimes.

"Yes, now put me down." Arthur said briskly, as his son obeyed and set him down. It was quite odd to remember how tiny Alfred had been, and now he was taller than him and could pick him up easily. How unnerving. "We'll visit him as soon as the storm dies down." Alfred nodded and Arthur left the room to probably get some tea or something. Alfred could care less at the moment because Papa was ok!

"I told you Alfred." Ivan murmured from his place on the bed, reminding the American of the others presence. The blond turned around, blue eyes bright and thankful and he couldn't suppress his grin.

"Papa's going to live." He said aloud, making it more concrete by saying it aloud. He wished they could see him now but didn't want to risk having someone else get hurt in the blizzard. Instead, he sat back down on the bed, but not in is previous position. Now with the weight off his shoulders, he realized how awkward such an intimate position was. Had he really been sitting in Ivan's lap? How weird!

Ivan felt slightly disappointed as the American sat a little ways away from him, instead of in his lap. It was nice to have the others warmth pressed up against him. Warmth he had never really felt, now that he had he only desired more.

Alfred didn't know what to do now. Papa was ok, the worry no longer taking over his mind. Now he could focus on how Ivan was in his bedroom, sleeping over and how weird that was. Shouldn't he be freaking out? What was he suppose to say to the other anyway?

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the room, only the TV speaking through it, though now one payed attention to it anymore. Alfred hated silence. He needed to end it, needed to say something. He wasn't sure what though. So, he just decided to open his mouth and see what would come out.

"So, you have a sister? She hot?" His eyes widened and he covered his mouth. Well that wasn't a good way to put that. Especially since Ivan's every muscle seemed to stiffen beside him.

Ivan had the sudden urge to rip Alfred's vocal cords from his throat because of what he perceived to be a comment disrespecting his sister. He controlled himself though. He had learned that Alfred mostly said things without thinking and he was just being curious. Also, he did not want to move backwards when everything had been going so well. Alfred had hugged him, and had sat in his lap. Things were going quite well.

"...Da, I have a sister." He responded, his hands instinctively going towards his scarf, tightening the fabrics hold around his neck. "I have two..."

"Two? I've never seen them at school. Are they like older or something?" Alfred continued, cool Ivan was talking. Something he didn't do quite often. Maybe he could actually find out more about him.

"...One is older and one is younger..." He hesitated slightly, his knees drawing closer to his chest as if to shield him. "They are still in Russia." he finally murmured.

Alfred blinked... Still in Russia? So wait they weren't adopted together? The thought made him frown. He couldn't imaging not being able to stay with Matthew, if they had been torn apart through the adoption process... He didn't know what he'd do. "I'm sorry. Do you know where they are? Do you keep in touch?"

Ivan didn't like how personal this conversation was getting. Couldn't they change it to something else? "Nyet... Natalia is most likely still in the orphanage... She is younger..." He murmured, looking down at the bedsheets. "I do not know where Katyusha is, I haven't for a long time."

Alfred bit his lip, the tone Ivan was using as he spoke was so sad. "Is she the one who gave you the scarf?"

Ivan didn't look up, his fingers playing with the end of said scarf. "...Da, it is all I have left of her..."

Now Alfred felt like a jackass, a complete asshole. Shit, how could he have ripped the thing? No wonder Ivan hadn't wanted to give it to him. It was obviously super important to him. Yet he had pressed. At least he fixed it, that had to count for something.

"Can we end this conversation?" Ivan asked after a moment, not wanting to disclose anything else. He didn't like to think of his past, and telling Alfred, though he did trust him, made him very uncomfortable.

"Sure...What do you want to talk about?" Alfred asked, turning slightly so he was facing the other. Ivan thought a moment, looking up and relaxing his body once more. Violet eyes turned toward the American curiously.

"How did your two fathers adopt you?" He asked. Alfred blinked at the surprising question. It seemed a bit intrusive, but then again, he had just been probing Ivan's personal life. It wasn't as if the thought brought back painful memories, far from it really. Unless he talked about the time after that... But he wouldn't, he would just explain how he found the Bonnefoys.

"Well... I guess its more like, we found them and they kinda...had to adopt us." Alfred chuckled lightly, especially when Ivan tilted his head in confusion. The purple eyes showing keen interest and his mouth forming a curious pout instead of his creepy smile. It was kind of...cute? Ok never think that ever again! Ivan was not cute, he was a creepy, abnormal freak.

"Here, let me explain." He continued, resettling himself on the bed in a more comfortable position. He stretched out his legs on the bed, leaning back by resting his hands behind him for support. He stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully, trying to figure out where to begin. Once his thoughts had formulated, he laid down and turned to his side, facing the Russian. Ivan remained sitting, staring at the other as he muted the television and opened his mouth in order to begin.

Mattie and I were like one or two when we were put into the orphanage...

The orphanage was small, run by kindhearted but strict nuns. Everything was clean and neat, from the outside to the inside. They had three meals a day and a snack, mass every morning starting at the age of four and preschool straight after. It was a quaint orphanage but, in Alfred's young mind, very boring.

Bright, blue eyed Alfred who started talking at the age of two and would not shut up there after was quite the handful for the nurses. He was always the cause of some sort of mischief, be it sneaking food from the cafeteria to climbing onto the Virgin Mary statue. Always running around the place with his side kick twin brother, Matthew. The pair were inseparable as they went around causing chaos, though Matthew was much more quiet and well behaved alone. Still, with his brother, he could never argue and usually agreed to do whatever prank the elder had in mind.

The file on the pair stated that their mother, Jane Williams, had been a young naive seventeen year old soon impregnated by her sweetheart Sam Jones. Ill prepared for what she soon found out to be twins, she opted for adoption instead of an abortion. Thus, the newborns were placed into the orphanage and due to their unruly behavior were not adopted.

Time passed slowly inside the building and Alfred had his mind set on bigger and better things. Learning shapes and colors was boring, he wanted to go outside and see the world. To play on playgrounds he'd never seen, to watch as many sesame street episodes he wanted. He especially wanted a family.

Alfred had always seen the loving couples on the communal TV in the orphanage, he'd seen them come in for adoption too. He wanted that, wanted to be loved even if he did bad things. He had that with Mattie, but he wanted a father and a mother too.

Sadly, no one seemed to want them. So, Alfred decided one day when they were both four, they'd just find their parents themselves.

"What do you mean find them, Alfie?" Matthew had asked, nibbling at his carrots as he listened to his brothers fanciful plans.

"I mean none of the mommies and daddies want us. So lets go get some ourselves!" He insisted excitedly, his mashed potatoes all over his face. Matthew rolled his eyes and took his napkin to wipe at his brother's face. Alfred whined but didn't protest as he was cleaned.

"Alfie, we're not suppose to go outside without one of the sisters." Matthew reminded, putting down the napkin when he deemed the other clean enough.

"That's why we go at night! When everyone is sleeping we leave. Then, we go and look for a mommy and daddy to adopt us. Then, we come back before the sun comes up, the sisters won't even know! Then, the mommy and daddy will come and adopt us." Alfred declared, happy with his plan and turned expectant blue eyes toward his brother.

"But Alfie... The sisters know everything 'cause God tells them. They'll know." Matthew pointed out, taking some of Alfred's carrots since he knew the other wouldn't eat them.

"But I already asked God not to tell them." Alfred stated. He had asked really hard and had promised not to climb on the manger in return for the favor. God had to keep it a secret.

"I don't know..."

"Please Mattie! Don't you want a mommy and daddy?" Alfred pleaded, and felt his brother's protest crumble.

"...Ok..."

"Yay!" Alfred pulled him into a hug and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Matthew sighed, rubbing his cheek with his sleeve. He never could say no to his twin.

That night, Alfred enacted his brilliant plan. After everyone had fallen asleep, Alfred slipped out of his bed, stuffing his pillow under the covers to seem like he was still there. He nudged his brother in the neighboring bed who woke up with a silent yawn and soon did the same. Hand in hand, the pair scurried quietly out of the room.

The twins soon discovered that the nuns stayed up after their bedtime, much to Alfred's annoyance. Why did they have to go to bed if the nuns didn't? Matthew was still rubbing at his eyes tiredly while holding his white polar bear in his hand. Alfred had won it in one of the games the nuns had at Easter and had given it to him. Matthew cherished the bear because he knew his brother wanted to get the Alien plushy but stopped when he realized his twin wanted the polar bear.

They held their breaths as they tiptoed down the hallways, maneuvering stealthily through the silent halls. Finally, the reached the front door, though they couldn't quite reach the doorknob. Matthew climbed up onto Alfred's shoulders, since Alfred was convince he was the stronger twin, unlocked and opened the door. The both cringed at the squeak the hinges gave out and waited to be caught. Nothing happened. With identical grins the pair ran off into the darkness, not bothering to close the door.

It was after running down a few streets that Alfred let out a triumphant, but quiet, "Yes!" and hugged his brother. Matthew giggled with him, feeling bubbling excitement in his stomach from the plan actually working.

"Now where do we go?" Matthew asked his twin. Alfred frowned slightly. He hadn't thought it out this far. He spun around, trying to decide in what direction they should go. His eyes caught a foresty area and he grinned at the idea of a park or maybe a playground.

"There!" He cried, pointing a chubby finger in the same direction before dragging his brother with him. They ran down the street, turned left, crossed it before coming to the path that led to the park. At first it was only open grass and then woods because they had come in through the back. As they ran happily though, they finally broke out of the trees and into an old well used playground.

In moments the two were swinging on the swings, the quiet air filled with giggles and laughs as they played. Alfred even managed to climb up the monkey bars though was unsure how to get back down. Matthew had to talk him through it until nervous legs touched the ground. Afterward, Alfred was already trying to climb up something else. Matthew preferred to swing, getting pretty high as he pumped his little legs through the air.

Alfred was already quite ragged from the entire excursion. His clothes were dirty and muddy, his white socks now brown. His face was grubby and his blond hair had flecks of dirt. Still, his blue eyes shone bright with mirth as he stood near the top of the slide, watching his brother swing almost as high as the sky.

"Mattie, jump! I bet you'd reach the other side of the street!" Alfred encouraged eagerly.

Matthew hesitated, he was pretty high and didn't want to get hurt. Yet, as Alfred continued his chant of "Jump! Jump! Jump!" he couldn't help but do so. He regretted the decision very much. He flew through the air ungracefully and landed with a thud.

He let out a pained whimper as he cradled his shin, the skin dirty and scraped while his ankle swelled. Alfred's eyes widened and he flew down the slide, running toward his brother in seconds. "Mattie! Mattie!" he yelled out worriedly as he came to his side.

"Alfie...It hurts!" Matthew whined, tears streaming down his dirty face.

"I'm sorry! What if I kiss it better?" He asked hopefully, looking into the pain filled blue violet eyes.

Matthew nodded and Alfred quickly pressed two kisses on his skin, one on his shin, the other on his ankle.

"Better... but it still hurts." Matthew murmured and Alfred frowned. "Can we go back?"

Alfred didn't like the idea. They hadn't found their parents and now they would be caught because there was no way the nuns would believe Matthew got hurt in his sleep. Still, Alfred knew that his brother was more important then his plan so he nodded.

"Can you walk?" Alfred asked, offering his hand. Matthew took it and hauled himself up, whimpering as he put weightt on his bad foot. He lifted it up and hobbled with Alfred's help.

Alfred held his brother tightly to keep him from falling while also looking around. How did they get here again? He didn't remember. He started to panic and decided to just get out of the park the easier way, along the path to the entrance instead of through the woods, for Matthew's sake.

Once outside, he tried to figure out in what direction the orphanage was. Everything looked the same though. Matthew gazed at him expectantly and Alfred, always the hero, took action. He decided to turn left. Not the best idea. He didn't recognize anything and he was getting tired and Matthew was whimpering more. The scenery soon turned to townhouses, all dark and foreboding. He bit his lip and knew they would have to stop soon.

Then he saw one of the homes had a light on inside. Maybe they would help! With renewed hope he hurried his steps, half carrying his brother toward the warm home. Matthew was less certain of the house, there seemed to be graffiti on it and the yard was a mess. Alfred took no notice and set his brother down on the steps at the door. The blue eyed boy stretched up on his tippy toes and rang the doorbell four times quickly.

There were footsteps inside and hushed voices. Alfred waited impatiently, wondering if he should ring again. The curtains shielding the window beside the door opened slightly, revealing angry green eyes. Alfred waved a chubby hand nervously. Were these people mean? Now he was getting second thoughts. The door opened quickly revealing a tall (in Alfred's opinion) blond man. His green eyes were no longer angry but wide in surprise.

"Hello Mister. Mattie's hurt can you help us? We're lost." Alfred explained, nudging at the boy next to him who had resumed clutching his leg. The man hesitated, still confused when another man pushed his way into the doorway. This man was about the same height as the other, blond too but it was longer and wavier. His eyes were blue and he had a stubbly chin.

"Well? Can we come in?" Alfred pressed when he received no response from the confused adults. Were they stupid or something? Matthew let out a pained whimper and that seemed to wake the men up.

"Er...Right, I suppose." The first one said quickly, his accent was foreign to Alfred's ears but he didn't say anything. Instead he grinned up at him and helped Matthew up and into the home. The two adults shared a glance before the second one kneeled down in order to face the two.

"What happened?" This one had an even stronger accent but again Alfred ignored it.

"Mattie fell of the swings." Alfred replied innocently, receiving a glare from his brother. Matthew didn't respond though, he didn't normally talk in front of strangers.

"Ah... May I see?" he continued and Matthew reluctantly removed his hands from his wounds. The man frowned. "Its only a scrape but I think you've twisted your ankle..." He mused.

"Is he gonna have to have it cut off?" Alfred asked suddenly, worry filling his eyes. Not as fearful as Matthew's suddenly became as he retracted his leg. The man laughed lightly, standing up again.

"Non, do not worry. Just some ice should do." He responded, heading toward the kitchen. The other man took his place, kneeling to their height.

"So, who are you two little lads?" He asked.

"I'm Alfred and this is my brother Matthew." Alfred introduced and the younger nodded.

"And you're family name? Where do you two live?"

"We don't have a family. We're looking for one though! We live at St. Peter's Orphanage!" He declared, happy that he remembered the name.

The others eyes softened sightly and he smiled.

"What's your name?" Alfred asked curiously and the other blinked.

"I'm Arthur Bonnefoy and he's Francis."

"Cool. Is one of you married? Do you want to be our daddy? And your wife could be our mommy?" Alfred asked bluntly, the man seemed nice enough and he really wanted a family.

Arthur reddened slightly and glanced over at the other man in the kitchen. "Actually, Francis and I are married."

"Both of you? Where are your wives?" Alfred asked, looking around the small home.

"Erm... Well we're married to each other."

Alfred blinked a few times in confusion. "I didn't know two boys could get married... I thought it had to be a mommy and a daddy. Not a daddy and a daddy." He mused aloud.

Arthur wasn't sure how to respond, straightening as Francis returned with a bag full of ice for Matthew.

"So... Then can you be our daddy and daddy?" Alfred continued. The pair blinked and looked at each other before turning back to the bright blue eyed boy.

"Er..." Arthur began, unsure how to react to the boy's behavior.

"See it be perfect. No mommy and daddy want us so maybe a daddy and a daddy will!" Alfred, insisted eyes bright and hopeful. Again the two adults traded looks.

"Please? Pretty please? We want a family real bad!" Alfred continued, almost desperately.

"...Let's get you two washed up alright? Can't have that cut get infected." Arthur responded, quickly.

"Eu..Oui, and then we will call your orphanage..." Francis continued, leaning down to pick up the wounded boy.

"To adopt us?" Alfred asked hopefully, holding his arms up in order to have Arthur pick him up too. Arthur acquiesced.

"One thing at a time Alfred." He answered, much to Alfred's disappointment. The pair carried them up the stairs to a small bathroom, setting them down on the floor.

"Can you wash yourselves?" Arthur asked.

"Sister Mary always washes us." Alfred answered and Arthur sighed.

"Alright then."

Francis turned on the water, getting it nice and warm before plugging the drain. As the tub filled, Arthur helped undress Alfred while Francis, being more careful, undressed Matthew. It wasn't as awkward as Arthur had first thought it would be, Alfred filled the silence with his chatter about the orphanage, boredom, superheroes and how he would be an awesome daddy.

Arthur had always wanted children, always dreamed of marrying a nice women and having kids that looked up to him. Sadly though, Francis came along and ruined all his plans. The dream of children was quickly destroyed. Yet now... Now a pair of young boys looking for a family had stumbled onto their home. It was so odd and shocking. Especially because the boys seemed unfazed at the idea of two fathers, too eager to have some sort of family.

But this was an important decision and he couldn't just promise the trusting child that he would adopt him. Life was much more difficult than that. But, as they washed the twins carefully, Arthur couldn't help but warm up to the small boys. Alfred was so happy and bubbly, giggling as the water ran down his hair. Matthew seemed sweet, quiet and trusting as he let Francis untangle his wavy hair.

Once clean the two were taken out of the bathtub and dried off with towels. "And that's why I didn't eat the caterpillars, even if the others dared me." Alfred had finished one of the many stories he had insisted on telling as he was washed. "They were huge! As big as your furry eyebrows." Arthur bristled and Francis began laughing, even Matthew cracked a smile.

"My eyebrows are not huge!" Arthur snapped indignantly and Alfred bit his lip quickly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Please still adopt us. You're really nice!" Alfred quickly pleaded, desperately trying to keep them on his good side. It broke Arthur's heart to see the boy so desperate for a family.

"It's alright Alfred. I'm not mad."

"Ok, good." Alfred breathed a sighed of relief.

"Arthur, ils ont besoin des vetements." (they need clothes.) Francis whispered, picking Matthew up, wrapped in a towel.

"Right..." Arthur murmured picking Alfred up also and taking the two to their bedroom. They set the twins down on the beds before they went through their closets.

Arthur pulled out two of his smaller shirts, handing them to the boys who put them on. They were huge on them.

"I'll go put their clothes in the wash." Francis said, leaving the room as Arthur handed them the smallest shorts he could possible find. They were still huge. The pair looked quite adorable as their tiny bodies drowned in the clothing. Arthur smiled warmly down at the. Francis came back up with Matthew's ice pack and placed it on his ankle.

"What was your orphanage called again?" Arthur asked.

"St. Peters Orphanage." Alfred repeated. "Are you going to call them to adopt us? Pretty please?"

Arthur gave him a smile, ruffling his blond hair. "We'll see." Alfred grinned, liking how the others fingers felt in his hair. It was comforting. "But now it's time for you two to go to sleep." Alfred pouted but decided not to argue. They might not adopt them if he did. So, instead he let the two men tuck him and his brother in before shutting off the lights and leaving.

"Well Mattie? What do you think?" he whispered.

"They're nice..." Matthew mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah... I hope they adopt us. Then we can be a happy family."

Matthew snuggled closer to his brother's warmth. "Hmm... I'd like that"

They both soon drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Downstairs, a hushed conversation was currently taking place. Arthur and Francis had retired to the kitchen.

"Francis what are we supposed to do?" Arthur whispered.

"Je ne sais pas. They are such sweet children..." (I don't know)

"... What if we do adopt them?" Arthur asked hopefully. Francis bit his lip.

"Are we ready to raise children Arthur? And the orphanage... It's Christian. Do you think they would let us?"

"We could try." Arthur insisted.

"I don't know..." Francis murmured skeptically.

"Come one frog. Don't tell me they didn't warm your heart." Arthur insisted. Francis looked up at the nickname. Arthur had not called him that for a long time, not since they had been forced to move here. This horrid place he wished they could just leave. The place that had stolen Arthur's fire. He caught a glimpse of the flame now, though, in the dull green eyes. He would do anything to have it come back.

"Then, let us try." Francis agreed, watching Arthur grin at him. Soon they had broken out the yellow pages, searching for St. Peters Orphanage.

"Anyway, so it took like three months but they finally adopted us." Alfred finished, looking up at the ceiling. Ivan stayed quiet for a while, wondering why Alfred had been given such a nice childhood. But something was nagging onto him.

"Why was your English father sad? Why did they not like their home?" Ivan asked curiously. Alfred stiffened and drew his legs closer to himself defensively.

"Just cause..." Alfred murmured, he didn't want to talk about that. Especially not now with Papa hurt. "Can we end the conversation?" He echoed Ivan's words and the Russian nodded in understanding.

Ivan wondered what Alfred was hiding. Surely it couldn't be as bad as his own secrets. It was difficult to top murder. Still, he respected his privacy, for now. Soon though, he was determined to find out.

The door creaked open and they looked up to see Arthur's face popping in. "The snow has stopped. I know it is late but I'm going to the hospital. Are you coming?"

Alfred nodded quickly and jumped off the bed, Ivan followed. He guessed he would be going too.

And there we go.
I hope this isn't poorly written... I had SO much homework and I'm half asleep but I didn't want to be late again.
This chapter was going to be completely different but I found a good place to stick in the adoption story.
And Francis lives on! :3
Also Alfred is adorable as a child and I loves him.
Teehee
Next chapter is the hospital visit~

Also OMG Thirty reviews! I was pretty sure no one would review just to spite me for my request of fifty! But no! You guys are so awesome, I love you all. Speaking of awesome, Gilbert hasn't been very important lately... I'll try to correct that...
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