((Hello there! So...you can't trust me with updates, obviously... *Cough, cough* I got writer's block again. x-x I had to rewatch the movie o.o...Um, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, cuz for the beginning of this, there will be small narration! Eheh, excuse the derps, my late updating, and enjoy~! x3))

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-Narrator-

It was the next day and as Arthur signed the bill for the hotel, he turned to Alfred, both passing small strained smiles to each other. "All set then." He announced before glancing a around for someone. "Where's Alice?" He asked, handing Ludwig the pen. Ludwig took it and gestured to a nearby phone. "I just called. She's on her way down." With a nod in response, Arthur looked back at Alfred when Feli joined them, luggage in hand.

"Kay... So Thanksgiving uh... I'll Send Amelia back to you." Alfred said, rubbing the back of his neck, a small frown on his face. Arthur nodded, smiling lightly. "And I'll see that Alice spends Easter with you."

The two caretakers on the side tried not to frown too obviously in discomfort as the two ex-husbands talked stiffly with each other. One side wanting to get this done and over as soon as possible, and the other hoping to talk more and not end it on such a bad note, it was kind of really...tense. They exchanged looks between each other as they heard the elevator ding, hoping that the new plan the girls had come up with would work.

The two parents both fixed their attention to the twins as they walked to them, arms linked and a determined expression on their faces. They were both dressed in grey T-shirts, dark brown cargo pants, and white sneakers. Their hair down exactly in the same style, and lockets showing with similar smirks on their faces, you could tell they were up to something. "Girls..." Arthur said, warning laced in his tone. Wiping off the smirks, the twin on the left spoke first. "Okay, here's the deal. We've worked too hard for this to end so suddenly and-" "-We want to do one more thing involving all of us." Finished the twin on the right.

Raising an eyebrow, Arthur folded his arms, look unimpressed. "Oh? And what would that be?" Before either of the twins could answer, Alfred pointed to the one on the right. "That one's Amelia, I'm positive." He said aloud, looking triumphant. Neither parents expected the amused grins that appeared on the girls faces next. "I do hope your right, Dad. You wouldn't want to send the wrong kid all the way back to England." She said innocently, causing Alfred to look back at Arthur for help.

"Here's our proposition." She continued, unconcerned that they would figure the two out. "We go back to Dad's house, pack up our stuff, and the four of us leave on the camping trip." Arthur reacted quickly with astonishment. "The four of us?!" As if fighting the urge to roll their eyes at his question, the twin on the left went on in place of her sister. "That's what we said in the beginning- And when you bring us back, we'll tell you who's Amelia, and who's Alice."

When she finished, there was a small space of silence. Alfred, who looked like he was mixed up about being proud of his daughters for the idea or scared of what Arthur might do, stood there waiting for his ex to make the decision. "Or..." Arthur began slowly, a small smirk showing. "You do as we say and I take one of you back with me to London, whether you like it or not."

As silence took over the group, everyone in the knew what was going to happen next.

Camping trip, it was.

-Alice-

It was a nice clear day and I faintly heard the engine of a plane in the distance when Amelia sprayed me with some water. "Hey!" I yelped as the water got on my face, almost landing in my eyes due to the fact I wasn't aloud to wear my glasses until we got to the camp site. My twin laughed mockingly at me before putting away the bottle, probably so I wouldn't get a grasp on it for revenge. "Ya looked hot, so I thought I would help you cool down." Was her explanation, though I knew better. Smiling lightly as I punched her on the shoulder lightly, then grabbing one of the last bags for our summer camping trip.

Yep, so far, the plan was going great. We just needed to get our parents to admit they were in love, then say good-bye to the frogette. We would all be a happy family once more.

As Amelia and I threw the rest of the luggage into the buggy, we overheard the high-pitched whine as Francine followed Dad out of the house. Wait, what was she doing here? "-And what am I supposed to do for three days?! Sit home and knit?" She said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. I locked eyes briefly with Amelia as we shared a slightly confused frown. I almost wanted to say that knitting, along with other forms of it, can be a fun hobby if your trying to kill time, but once again I knew better. That, and I still wondered how she made it here before we left off to our trip.

I glanced behind the two and saw Father leaving the house, looking only a tiny bit bitter as he adjusted the straps to his back-pack. Francine noticed him quickly and started to pout. Well, I think she was trying to pout, but it ended up looking like she was grimacing. "Excuse me, what is he doing here?" As she directed the question to both of the two men, I nudged Amelia to pay attention. As if she wasn't already. Dad had shrugged lightly and briefly looked towards us. "That was the deal, I said. The four of us go together." That vague answer seemed to make her even more edgy. Flipping her hair out of her face, she glared at Dad. "What are you suddenly, the Brady Bunch? This is ridic-"

"Hi, Francine." Father had cut her off suddenly, looking slightly more annoyed. I wouldn't blame him..."Everything okay?" He asked lightly. Francine tried pouting more now, folding her arms, attention fully on Father. "Well, no, as a matter of fact, it isn't. I didn't realize you were going in this little outing and to tell you the truth, I'm not so sure I am okay with it." I rolled my eyes and briefly looked at Amelia, wishing that we were already on our way to the camp site. She glanced at me too, an identical frown on her face. Turning back Father had also folded his arms, nodding a bit.

"I agree." He said, tone a bit understanding now. "The ex-husband in the next sleeping bag is a little weird..." Dad made a small face at that when Francine nodded, her pout disappearing into a relieved expression. "Thank you."

"I insist you come with us, really." He continued, tone still light and easy. She stopped cold at that- Well, I think everyone, save for Father, stopped at that. He was still giving a small smile when Dad caught his bearings faster than all of us and gave him a look. "Artie..." He said, causing Father to look at him, a guilty expression on his face. "Alfred, I messed up your entire weekend, it's the least I can do to pay you back." There was a moment in silence when Dad moved his eyes to us again, frowning. "Girls, you should probably double-check with Feli that you have enough water."

We hesitated a split second before nodding and running back to the house. Looking back at Amelia's nervous and worried face, I really hoped that Dad was just trying to calm Francine down... There shouldn't be any reason she should come with us. The deal was the four of us go, not five.

~A few minutes later~

"Dad, what's Francine doing here?" Amelia questioned with a small scowl, pulling me along to the buggy. I was a bit too shocked to form any kind of words as I was staring at the French froggette, who was dressed in this weird tight work-out outfit, smirking while sitting in the passenger seat. What was she doing here?! As we got into the seats, Dad smiled tightly. "Your Father invited her, remember? Be nice." I shook my head as he turned back to the wheel, and locked panicked eyes with Amelia. This wasn't going great at all, anymore..!

There was a small tap on the car and I noticed Father was next to Dad, outside of the vehicle. "Okay. Have fun everybody." He called out, smiling as if he was doing nothing wrong. Dad turned his head to him, looking confused. "Artie, what are you doing?" Father in turn looked between him and Francine, shrugging. "I really think you and Francine need some time alone before the big day." I narrowed my eyes and saw Amelia scowl. "Father! Come on, that's not the plan." I said, trying not to sound too bitter as Francine gave us a cold look.

Father only looked at me with a tight smile. "Alice, you'll be fine. Honestly, you all will have much more fun without me. And the deal was four, right?" He started to back away and my attention focused on Francine who seemed to be having second thoughts. I guess this wasn't apart of her plan either. "W-Wait! Look, if you're not going... I don't have to go... Trust me, I'm not exactly that much of a nature girl." Her voice was nervous and the laugh that followed was obviously forced.

"But this will be your chance to really get to know the girls...! I mean, starting next week, they're half yours." He was now on the porch standing next to Feli. Dad hesitated a few seconds before nodding and starting the car. I noticed him glance at Father once more, the other blowing him a small kiss, was that mockingly?, before going to drive out of the property. I looked at Amelia again, and she looked back.

What were we going to do now?

~Time skip~

After a long drive to the place we were going to hike, and then actually hiking up a mile, Amelia and I decided to think on our toes for a while until we got a moment to remake the plan for when we got home. With Francine, you never knew what she would be doing next so we had to be prepared for anything.

Dad was ahead of all of us, climbing easily on the rocks to the camp site, while Amelia had stuck next to my side to help me with some obstacles. Francine on the other hand was panting heavily a few meters behind all of us, and complaining every five minutes since we began our climb.

"...I'm going to kill my trainer..." She pipped up, going over another big rock. "He says I'm in such good shape..." Pausing to rub her legs and wipe her forehead she whined. "I can't believe people actually do this for fun...!" Scowling to myself, I reached for Amelia's hand to help me up this boulder that came up to my chest, when Dad called out. "Girls, hold on, we're stopping."

At his words, Amelia pulled back up to face him, causing me to fall back a bit. Huffing I folded my arms and looked at Dad while she took a step towards him. "Again? Dad, at this rate, it'll take three days to get up the mountain." He took off his glasses to look through them before putting them back on to shrug. "Francine isn't used to this... Just chill out a bit, okay?" I could hear Amelia briefly mutter something about me doing better for the first time faintly as I wandered over to Francine.

She didn't notice me as I got behind her and gathered up a couple rocks to sneak into her bag. I glanced to make sure Dad wasn't looking, and waited a couple of seconds for Francine to sit in some shade before doing the act. She panted some more as I slipped in the rocks quietly, watching to make sure I didn't get caught. Amelia snickered lightly and tried looking concerned when Francine looked at her.

"Somebody... Somebody hand me my Evian... I can't move..." She said breathlessly. I had just closed her bag, and nodded to go and reach for it. Just before I handed it to her, I saw something in the corner of my eye. A small, blue and black lizard was crawling on the rocks near me. For some reason it resembled a whale... Perfect. I picked up the creature gently and set it on top of her Evian, before moving closer to her.

"Here you are, Franny." I said lightly, offering her the bottle. When she reached for it without really looking, I made sure she wasn't aware of the little thing. She uncapped the bottle and started to drink from it. A few moments later she opened her eyes and met face to face with the lizard. I took a step back as she shrieked and threw the bottled up in the air, moving sharply away from where it landed.

"Hey...! Hey, are you okay?" Dad's worried voice came as I found the lizard again, looking to find Francine against a rock, creeped out. I laughed lightly and showed Dad the small creature in explanation. "This little guy was on her Evian bottle, I guess." I called out to him, looking at Amelia trying to hold in her laughter. Francine quickly got ahead to try and reach Dad, her eyes on me, screaming again when I took a step closer. "Get it away from me! Ugh, I hate things that crawl! It's disgusting... It's a lizard, should be a belt...!" She paused to narrow her eyes. "How can you touch it? Put it down!"

Fighting away a sneer I nodded and rolled my eyes "Okay, okay, geez. Here you go little one..." Before I moved to put him on another boulder, I noticed Francine moving back to her bag. Assuming I had gotten rid of the creature, I got close to her as she repacked her bottle. Glancing once to make sure Dad wasn't looking I gently set the lizard on her head and scurried off to Amelia. She quickly helped me up the boulder and snickered when I shushed her.

"Why don't I take the lead, and you two help Francine?" Dad questioned, looking ahead the entire time. He didn't wait for a response before moving off, as if distracted, with Amelia and I turning back to the Frenchette. When he seemed to be out of earshot she glared fully at us, moving to put her backpack on. "Sure, you're going to help me... Right over a cliff, you'll help me..." She grunted as she put the backpack on, trudging forward to move past us. "Need a hand?" I asked carefully, watching her move up rocks with difficulty. She glared at us again and moved away as if we were fire and she was trying to avoid getting burnt.

"Not from you, thank you. Don't think I can't see right past those...'angelic faces'. One more trick from you two and I promise I'll make your lives miserable from the day I say, I do." Huffing she turned sharply back to continue on, letting us feel free to scowl. "Got it, Cruella." Amelia muttered, lightly gripping my arm for us to keep going too. Francine stopped suddenly and turned around slowly, narrowing her eyes. "What did you call me?"

Scoffing, Amelia pulled me along, waving her off. "Nothing. Not a thing..." After taking a half step she muttered again. "Cruella." A few feet later, she stopped as if in thought. Turning around with a sweet smile, she met eyes with Francine. "Oh, Fran... I think there's something on your head." Amelia didn't waste time pulling me more ahead to hide behind a tree as she let her words sink in. We peeked out in time for her to open her mouth to scream at finding the lizard. To our surprise when she did scream, the little thing decided to go down her head, it's blue body going straight into her mouth.

I grimaced and choked a bit as she spat it out quickly, furiously wiping her tongue and mouth repeatedly while crying out garbled words, her clear blue eyes wide with shock. In no time flat, Dad appeared again to see what her screaming was all about. "Are you okay?! What happened?!" He said, getting her attention. Her face had turned red as she gripped lightly on her throat, using hand to point back to us. "Ask... them..." She said, spitting again while stomping a foot in anger.

Dad wasted no time in turning back to us, a 'are you serious' expression plastered on his face. Amelia covered for us quickly. "What did we do, Dad? We were with you." When he looked back to Francine I coughed loudly to hide the laughing I was keeping in.

That was priceless!

-Amelia-

After the Lizard incident we were a quarter mile to the campsite, and Dad was ahead of us again. We had left Fran alone most of the time during the rest of the hike, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again. It had finally come up when she decided to make another resting break appear. Dad had gone just a bit up again, leaving the rest of us to wait. "...Please work! Hello? Hello?" Francine had been attempting to call someone for the break, looking slightly frantic as she mashed the buttons, as if that would help it work. She noticed us and promptly ignored our looks to continue trying to call.

We turned our backs to her and started a small conversation, knowing that she would hear it sooner or later after giving up her calls.

"I didn't know they had mountain Lions up here." Alice said, recalling our conversation from last night as I explained our whole camping trip. I nodded to her, an idea quickly sparking up in my mind as I nudged her. "Oh yeah, the place is crawling with them." To keep her from actually panicking I gave her a quick wink and continued, looking for some sticks, noticing quickly Fran was already in on our conversation. "An old person from Italy, I think Feli and Lovino's Granpa, once showed me how to keep them away." I found a pair of sticks and hit them together sharply, feeling Francine's eyes still on my back. Alice nodded in interest as I set them back down. "Just do this and they'll never come near you."

When we decided to get our things together and continue the rest of the way to the site, Alice picked up the sticks and started to clack them. I was a bit curious at why she was doing that until I heard some clacking behind us. Ah, she bought it then. Keeping myself from laughing for the umpteenth time this trip, I patted Alice on the back.

~Time Skip~

It was night time and our camping gear had been set up. We went fishing and didn't exactly get lucky, but Dad had extra food for the first night. We were all eating trout in front of the campfire, silence between us. Francine had decided that our dinner was inedible and wouldn't eat any of it. I was perfectly fine with it, her choice after all. Yet after a while Alice seemed to break down. "You sure you don't want come trout, Mom? Oh, is that okay, by the way? If we start calling you Mom?" I smirked lightly that even if she was caring, Alice could still carry on with the torment.

Francine adjusted herself on the seat she was sitting, wrapping the light blanket she had on around her tighter. Clearing her throat she stuck up her nose. "I think your Father would prefer if you called me Francine, and no thank you, I do not eat trout... for the thousandth time. I can stick out until the morning. What are we having?" Alice and I exchanged a glance between Dad before we called out in unison. "Trout."

"We always live off the trail up here, it's apart of the experience." Dad continued, smiling and eating some more. Scoffing while swatting away some pesky bugs, Francine frowned. "What's the other part, being eaten alive by mosquito's?" She dabbed some liquid from a little bottle we gave her earlier and rubbed it on her hands. "Tch, you'd think they actually liked this stuff." She muttered, swatting away some more bugs.

Dad frowned, reaching over to take the bottle. "What is that you're using?" He asked while examining it, putting some on his hand before giving it a sniff. Raising an eyebrow after a moment, he shook his head. "You're going to attract every mosquito on the mountain. This is sugar and water... Where'd you get this stuff?" As if waiting for that que, Alice and I focused back on to our dinner quickly, feeling the stare Fran gave us. "That's it." She announced suddenly, getting our attention back. Stiffly standing up she stretched before turning towards her tent. "I'm taking a large sleeping pill and going to bed." Retrieving the sticks she got from earlier she hit them a couple of times, slowly making her way to the tent.

"..Um, Dear, what are you doing?" Dad asked, looking puzzled. "I don't want the mountain Lions to...-" She had turned back to Dad giving the explanation, yet when she saw our stares she cut herself off, throwing the sticks to the ground. "-There are no mountain Lions up here, are there?" Her voice was annoyed as she folded her arms, looking quite fed up. As Dad shook his head she took a deep breath and marched over to him, giving us a cold glare before leaning down and giving him a deep, long, kiss. When pulling away she murmured a good-night and gave us a triumphant look, moving back to her tent.

When her light went off and a few minutes passed by, Dad looked at us, raising an eyebrow at our grossed out expressions. "...Guys..." He said, sounding tired. I narrowed my eyes to look at the lake. "What? We aren't doing anything too serious." I said, an edge in my tone. I heard him sigh and looked when he rubbed his forehead. "I'm telling you guys, lay off. This isn't her thing, okay? It's not like I am marrying her because she's Dora the Explorer." Alice tilted her head, eyebrows furrowing. "Who's that?" Dad gave her a weird glance. "Just cool it." Was his only answer as he resumed to finish his dinner, as if trying not to facepalm.

I moved my gaze to Alice and shrugged as she still looked confused. I realized that in a way, it was true. Father didn't seem much of a camping person either...

~Later~

Alice shook me awake as I dozed for the second time during the night, hissing for me to get up. "Wha...?" I mumbled, sitting and looking around for her figure. I found her quickly and suddenly got a burst of energy to wake up fully. "It's Midnight. We need to get going if your serious about this." She whispered, opening up the tent and stepping out. I followed her after a moment and we quietly made our way to Francine's tent. Hearing soft snoring and peeking in, it was confirmed that she was deep sleep on her air mattress. In an unspoken agreement, we both took a hold of the end of the bed and started to pull.

"She's...heavy!" I whined quietly, continuing to pull. Alice just grunted in response as we got the mattress to move a few feet. We took a small breather before continuing, a small cycle appearing. Pull, stop, breath, continue pulling. This plan sure caused us a lot of work... Yet, the ending was going to be great. So worth it.

When we reached the edge of the water, we got to where her head was resting and started to push the mattress into the water. It took a couple of more minutes before the bed started to float and drift away. With one final look to each other and a last push, we watched as the bed left us and go towards the center of the lake. I slung and arm around Amelia, sighing in relief. "Sweet dreams, Mommy dearest." Alice said waving. I giggled lightly with her as we watched the drifting Frenchie, waiting until she was far enough before going back to bed.

~In the Morning~

Alice and I had woken up to a shrill, loud scream and the sound of a big splash. As we were sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of our eyes we heard a loud shout. "Alfred putain de Jones!" It came from Francine! We looked at each other when sloppy steps came from the direction of the lake and assume a soaking wet Frenchie had just emerged from it.

"Wha...What were you doing in the lake?" Came Dad's groggy, surprised, and confused voice next. There was the sound of sloppy steps again and a small clang as something metal got kicked and hit the ground. "What's going on?" He questioned again, sounding more awake as scuffling of the ground sounded. "What's going on, Alfred?!" Francine barked out, causing Alice to unzip the tent for us to see.

"Here's what's 'going on', buddy! The day I say 'I do', is the day I ship those two... morveux de's off to Switzerland! Get the picture?!" After shouting that and pausing to take in another breath she pointed sharply to us. "It's either me or them. Take you pick." Francine folded her arms and waited as Dad glanced between us and her.

"Them." There wasn't even a split hesitation when he looked back a final time to her. She flinched and widened her eyes. "Excuse me?" She asked incredulously, dropping her arms to her sides. Dad just smiled lightly. "T-H-E-M. Them. Get the picture?" He leaned in at the last comment, making Alice and I gasp in shock and happiness. Fran on the other hand just took another moment to be shocked before letting out a frustrated scream and stomping the ground. When Dad gave an unimpressed look she screamed again to take off her engagement ring and throw it at his face, stomping away to her tent.

Looking back once more to my twin, we fist-bumped and silently cheered. Yet, it was interrupted as Dad gave us a stern look. We froze and knew instantly we were in trouble...

...

Worth it.

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