As suggested/requested by VengefulMothSlayer. A little UKUS fluff. ^^

I looked out the window and saw Arthur teaching ten-year-old Alfred how to handle a sword. I frowned. Where had he gotten the sword, and why was he teaching Alfred how to use it. I glanced at Madeleine, who was cooing quietly to herself in her crib. Smiling to myself I set down the dish I had been washing and walked out the door.

"Well, well, well. If it is not Captain Kirkland, teaching little Alfred how to fight."

Arthur turned, and frowned. "Amelia, is there something the matter with teaching Alfred how to handle a sword?"

I smirked and sashayed off the porch toward him. "The matter? Not at all. But do you remember who was the better swordswoman?"

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "I only lost because my distraction backfired."

I smiled. "And whose fault is that?"

Arthur scowled. "I don't think you could beat me now."

"Really?"

"Really."

I looked at Alfred. "Hand me your sword, Alfred, please."

"Mommy?"

I smiled. "I am going to show you how you really fight with a sword. Remember the stories?"

Alfred nodded and handed over his sword. "Step back onto the porch, please Alfred."

Alfred hurried up onto the porch and I faced Arthur. "En garde, Mr. Kirkland."

"Do not underestimate me, love."

I smirked. "It has been twelve years since either of us has held a sword. I would not be overestimating my ability, if I were you."

Arthur lunged at me and I side-stepped, recognizing his style, even though, after twelve years of disuse, it was far less elegant. I swung my sword and realized that the sword was a lot heavier than I remembered it being.

I dodged another swing and then blocked, realizing that working on the farm had strengthened Arthur's upper body. I smiled. Time to fight him like I did Alfred, taking into account his higher skill. I released the block, spinning out of the way of his follow-through. I ducked under a head swing and looked into his eyes to see that he was realizing how I was playing – completely defensive. He frowned.

I smirked. It seems that he remembered my game well. But how well did he remember it truly? I jumped into the air, aiming for a two-handed attack on his head, and he raised his sword to block it. Releasing one hand from the sword, my attack was substantially weakened, but the surprise was enough for me to grab his collar, and knee him in the stomach.

He expelled a huge amount of air and stumbled backward. I released his collar, grinning. "Do you surrender, Captain?"

"Never," he said, grinning. And charged at me. We locked blades once again and he leaned forward, so our noses were touching.

I smiled. "You know, that does not work on me."

"Maybe not, but this does," and he bit my ear.

I gasped, kicked him in the stomach and stumbled back. I glared at him. "You little -"

"Ah, language, my dear."

I smirked. "I will still win."

"Keep telling yourself that, Amelia. It might help your hopeless situation."

I raised an eyebrow. "My helpless situation?" He was still bent over, slightly, from my kick. I smirked. "Remember how good I was with a knife?" He looked at me, eyes widening. I threw my sword and it whistled past his ear, thudding into the wood of the porch. Alfred squeaked in fear.

I chuckled. "I win."

"You missed, love."

"I did not have to, and you know that."

"Really. Regardless, I am still alive, and you are weaponless." He charged at me and I dodged his attack. I grabbed his wrist, and he smirked. He knocked me to the ground, but did not count on me pulling him down with me. I landed hard, breath knocked out of me and he got his sword-arm free, and held the edge against my neck.

"I win, Amelia," Arthur said, smirking as he straddled my hips.

I grinned. "Not yet."

I bucked my hips, surprising him and dislodging the blade from my throat. I twisted my leg around my knee, flipped us both over, and grabbed the sword that fell out of his hand in the process. I stabbed it down next to his head and leaned into his face. "I win." I pecked him on the cheek, climbed off of him and spun the sword around, then walked towards the porch. I collected the other sword and then walked onto the porch.

Alfred's eyes were wide with admiration. "Wow, Mommy. You really are a hero."

I chuckled and ruffled his hair. "But so is Daddy. Go give him a hug, make him feel better."

The ten-year-old made a face, but then ran down the stairs and tackled Arthur. I chuckled and went back inside, storing the swords, as they were actually quite useless in the West. Where he had gotten them, I had no idea. I returned to the dishes and looked out the window. Arthur and Alfred were wrestling in the dirt. I smiled. Everything had changed, but we were still the same people, and life was wonderful.

Too adorable. Love you peeps! :)