Chapter 4 - Children are Evil

March 15th, 1803

The snow was now beginning to melt, causing the town to become very excited as they prepared for spring. Arthur had gotten new hunting gear, made new clothes (Yes he could sew... there's nothing wrong with a man who can sew!), and he even started to clean out the house. Well tried to be is more like it. The reason for this was Alistair who wasn't the most... productive person and on his own decided that he wasn't going to help. That being said, Arthur was now forced to clean the entire house on his own. It's not like he hadn't done it by himself in previous years, but he would have liked some help.

That Morning

After finishing sweeping the right side of the room Arthur started to make his way over to the other. Turning around his eyes drifted over to the armchairs, only for him let out a not so manly shriek. Sitting in one of the armchairs was Alistair, a bored expression on his face as he watched the Brit fall onto the floor.

"Bloody hell! What was that for, you evil little twit!" Arthur shouted, his face turning red with anger.

"Hmmm. I didn't know ye were that jumpy. But could ye be quieter please, I just woke up" the Scot yawned. Arthur growled, he really didn't have time for Alistair's sass this morning.

Picking himself up off the floor he brushed off his pants before grabbing Alistair's wrist and dragging him out of the house.

"What the feck- Let me go!"

"No. I think we are both in need some fresh air, so let's go for a walk," the younger declared a devilish grin on his face. The Scot groaned as Arthur dragged him down the path.

When the pair entered town Arthur headed straight for the bakery, pulling an annoyed Scot along with him. "Kin ye let go now, I'm not going tae run away," Alistair smirked, looking down at where the Brit still griped his wrist.

"Oh, sorry" He apologized releasing the older man's wrist, his face turning slightly pink out of embarrassment.

He started walking again when the sound of laughter filled the air.

"ARTHUR!" He spun around at the sound of his name, only to then have the air knocked out of him as he was tackled to the ground by three small bodies. Children's bodies to be exact, internally groaning at the realization.

"Hey you damn kids get off the man!" He heard Alistair shout, feeling the weight being lifted off him. After the children were pried off of him he too was lifted up.

"Don't touch me!" the Brit spat, watching Alistair give his usual smirk as he sat him down.

"Thank you" he huffed. Looking down he saw the children staring up at Alistair, curiosity and although wanting to deny it, a small amount of fear shone in their eyes.

"Who's that?" asked a silver haired boy, pointing at Alistair. Arthur chuckled "This here is Alistair, he is staying at my house"

"Is he mean?" the boy asked shyly, hiding behind one of the Brit's legs. Arthur looked over at the Scot, a flash of hurt in his eyes. He could sympathize with the children's beliefs. He knew Alistair could be intimidating and didn't have a very kid friendly attitude, but he was an acceptable, dare he say it, good person.

"No, he isn't mean just... grumpy" He assured the kids and to his surprise the Scot gave him a thankful look.

"So would you like to introduce yourselves to Alistair?" He asked.

"Hola! I'm Romano" the boy grinned. He had short chocolate brown hair, bright green eyes and an olive skin tone. Next to him stood a girl who looked almost exactly like Romano.

"Ciao, I'm Romano's twin Letizia" she said softly. The silver haired boy slowly inched out from behind Arthur's legs.

"Um... M-my name i-is Emil" he stuttered. Emil was unusual, he had silver hair and eyes that were a purplish color.

"Oh and Alistair you might not want to mess with these kids, their parents can be scary" Arthur warned. He unfortunately had learned this when he was babysitting them and had taken them over to the lake to play... it did not end well. He was pretty sure that he still had a scar from that time.

"An' whys that?" Alistair asked, a confused look on his face.

Arthur was about to explain when Romano interrupted. "Momma has a very colorful? is that what they call it? -Letizia nodded - She has a very colorful vocabulary and she is very good at hand to hand combat-That's what papa says." Arthur shuddered at the thought of being punched by her again. He felt a small hand touch his arm, looking down he saw Letizia "Don't worry about Momma, she's your friend and would never hurt you" the girl said, giving him a soft comforting smile. He sighed, well at least someone is comforting me, and it's a child he thought.

Letizia then told them about their papa. "Papa is very funny and always happy. I have seen him be scary before... I don't know if the man ever walked again. Also he has a big axe that he used during the war and if you ever see him carrying it around he probably isn't happy, just warning you" she smiled.

Alistair looked a little concerned about his safety and the children's state of mind at this point. Arthur on the other hand, knew Letizia and Romano were telling the truth about their family. The only thing he could think of as advice for Alistair was 'don't mess with Antonio's family' or mis tomates, as Antonio like to call them.

When the twins finished explaining their own messed up family Emil started describing his. "Mommy is sometimes called the 'Ice Queen' since she doesn't like talking to people that aren't me or daddy. Mommy says they are 'a useless idiot that's incapable of doing simple tasks'… wait that's what she calls daddy... She owns the clinic and is a very good doctor. Daddy is very happy and energetic. He can be loud and ob-obnoxcious? I think that's what mommy calls it... daddy owns the tavern where Mrs. Carriedo works, that's Romano and Letizia's mommy. He is acts kind of like Mr. Carriedo, but isn't as brutal as Mr. Carriedo." Emil finished with a soft smile on his face, proud of his parents reputation.

"By the way, Emil is Alex's son. Thought you might want to know that." Arthur added.

Alistair looked shocked, obviously caught off guard by this new information. "She has a kid?!"

"Yes," the Brit insisted.

The Scot snorted. "With her attitude I thought she would be forever alone. She even hit me!" he added.

Emil stared at Alistair and smiled, it was the kind of smile that would have been classified as evil had he not been 6 years old. "You're the one mommy punched? She kept complaining saying 'you deserved it'. Mommy also said that when you get yourself shot again you might as well go die in a ditch because she isn't going to help you. If I ever see you upset Mommy again I'd go die in that ditch soon, if you know what's good for you," he said, giving Alistair a death stare.

Everyone was speechless, even Arthur. That now proves my point on how Emil is a devil in human form. The Brit thought to himself.