"Awthur you're bweeding!" Alfred looked at his older brother worriedly as Arthur wasted time with the car seat, trying to fix it.

Arthur simply smiled as he held tissue up to his nose, "I'm fine Alfred, don't worry it's just a bloody nose." Arthur closed the door after his brother was securely in the car then tilted his head up for a minute. He never really expected that he would slip in such a small puddle of milk. He really needed to try to be a bit more careful, especially in the situation that Arthur was stuck in. At least it was just a bloody nose this time. Arthur let out a frustrated sigh as he entered the driver's seat of the car. Beginning to back the car his car up, Arthur jumped when a bulky truck quickly drove passed his car, scrapping the paint off the rear of the car. Aware of what just happened, the other driver slammed the breaks causing the truck to screech to a halt. Arthur slowly raised his hands up covering his face muttering to himself completely aggravated. After a few minutes, a young Italian man appeared out of the truck looking nervously at the car he just grazed. As soon as Arthur exited the car, the Italian bursted into tears.

"I-I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry I didn't want to scratch your car I just wasn't paying any attention and we were in a rush and there was yelling and arguing and then my fratello got really really really mad at me and I'msosorryIwasntpayingattentio nIdidntmeantoscratchyou-"
"WHAT THE HELL FELICIANO?! GET BACK IN THE DAMN CAR!" An enraged voice screamed from the truck. Feliciano looked back at the truck beginning to protest

"But fratello, I was just apologi-"

"GET IN THE FUCKING TRUCK!" The Italian reluctantly ran back into the truck taking one last glance at the awfully confused Brit before slamming the door. Arthur just stared blankly as the truck sped off once more trying to make out what had just happened to him. But as the truck drove by, Arthur checked his watch and gasped. He only had five minutes to get to work now and he still needed to drop Alfred off! Arthur quickly jumped into the car and drove off silently cursing to himself. Alfred sat quietly in the back, bewildered by the Italian man who his brother had just met and by the man who was in the truck.

"Alfred?" the child's brother broke his train of thought. Arthur had stopped at a red light, nervously tapping his fingers on the driving wheel. Alfred looked up, meeting his brother's gaze. "Did you hear anything the man in the truck said?" Alfred nodded. "Do me a favor? Don't repeat anything he said you know you're not supposed to say, ok?" Alfred smiled, nodding again. The light turned green and Arthur drove off.

A few minutes later Arthur arrived at the daycare, only a minute before he needed to be at work. Arthur sighed realizing there was no way he would make it to work on time. Arthur recently has been getting into fights with his boss and it was only a matter of time before his boss fires him. Being late would be more than sufficient reason to kick him out. Maybe there was a way Arthur could possibly make it up to his boss. Arthur sighed again, there, really wasn't any way to prevent himself from being fired. Alfred looked curiously up into his big brother's eyes sensing his brother's despair as Arthur helped him out of the car.

"What's wrong?" Alfred tilted his head. Arthur froze for a second then kneeled down to looking into his brothers bright blue eyes.

"Its nothing really, I'll be fine…" He smiled reassuringly. "You don't need to worry about it, ok?" Alfred nodded smiling back. Arthur rose back up on his feet when Elizabeta Hedervary appeared from the doorway. Elizabeta and Arthur had been close friends since childhood so the two knew each other rather well.

"Arthur what are you doing here, you're going to be late for work…" The young women spoke softly as she approached the brothers.

"Yes, I'm very aware of that…." Arthur replied wearily avoiding eye contact. Elizabeta took Alfred's hand, worriedly looking up to Arthur.

"Here, let me take Alfred and sign him in." She offered, smiling warmheartedly "And you can go to work now, before it's too late."

Arthur smiled relieved. "Thanks Elizabeta."

"No problem." Elizabeta had always seemed to pull through for Arthur. For some reason, she always had his back, even after his mother passed. The young women walked into the daycare with Alfred. Arthur climbed back into the car, driving off to work only having seconds to spare.

"Why do you yell at me all of the time, fratello?" Feliciano spoke, arriving at the hanger. "Maybe….maybe you could just…um…go to your happy place instead of yelling?" Feliciano suggested hopefully. Lovino Vargas, who had been trying to glare a hole into his brother, remained ominously silent. Feliciano whimpered under his brother's menacing scowl. "Or maybe you can just forget about the whole happy place thing…eheheheh." Feliciano nervously laughed. Lovino rolled his eyes and slammed the truck door on his way out of the truck.

"Just get inside and check on them." Lovino hissed. Feliciano nodded and disappeared off into the hanger. Lovino ran his finger through his dark hair; he really needed to get a new partner, one that was not a nuisance like his brother. After entering the hanger, lovino walked into his brother who was holding a huge pot of pasta.

"What, why are you….Argh I'm not even going to bother." Lovino shook his head, heading to one of the private rooms."

"Ve….I just thought they might be a little hungry….." Feliciano followed behind his brother, "So, I made some pasta." Feliciano chirped happily. Lovino didn't reply, hr figured it would be best if he didn't. Feliciano stared at Lovino, expecting some kind of response from his brother, but after a few moments, Feliciano began to leave his brother.

"So….I'm going to go feed them now….."

Lovino shrugged, "Whatever…."