Babysitting the Countries

Drop Off

You usually didn't watch the children on the weekends, but this was a special case. Arthur and Francis had business to attend to and didn't want to leave little Matthew and Alfred alone, so you volunteered to take them. It seemed like it had been forever since you watched them. They were the most adorable little things. Always running about and asking questions. You let them do as they pleased just as long as they stayed in your sight. Sadly, it was only Friday. They wouldn't arrive until Saturday at around noon which was rather disappointing. You had a few hours until they were here. So you sat down on the couch and decided to do a little reading. Reading would pass the time quickly and the quicker the time flew the better. Suddenly the phone rang. With a groan, you answered, it. On the other side there was a cheery sounding man in the background. "Who is this?" you said into the phone. "(f/n), you're going to watch James and Allen tomorrow. Oliver and I have work to do," said the man on the other end. Francois had just called. That meant Oliver was the one in the background. "That wasn't very polite," you heard him say before Francois hung up. You watched those two before. They weren't too bad, but they did tend to fight a lot. They didn't listen quite as well either. This was to be expected, since they're the 2ps and all. Their work may just be a tad bit different. Your only question was how you were going to take care of these kids.

You woke up late the next day, sometime around noon you assumed before looking at the clock on the stand beside your bed. You decided to slip on a pair of (f/c) sweatpants and a random top and walked downstairs. You made yourself some waffles (or pancakes, whichever you prefer) and sat at the kitchen table. You looked out at the TV, for your first floor had a partially open layout. It was like the house was made for babysitting. Looking down at your plate, you grabbed some fruit to go along with the meal. Might as well have a slightly healthy brunch. Halfway through your brunch, there's a knock on the door. Confused, you go to answer the door. You're greeted by a face full of freckles and a smile. "Ello, (f/n)! We're here with Allie and Jamsey!" His smile got wider. He also handed you a small boxes of cupcakes. "A thanks for taking care of the children. We shall be back in a week's time. So long!" he said with a grin. As he ran back to the car you assumed Francois was driving you looked at the box. Note to self, dissect the cupcakes. No matter what Oliver said to you, you just didn't trust them. The boys were already wandering around the room. "Did you two eat already?" you say. They both nod. You tell them to sit down and watch TV while you finish your breakfast. Soon enough they're arguing about what to watch, "Hockey!" "Baseball!" they shout back and forth and you can only shake your head. You finish breakfast/lunch at around 12:30 when you hear another knock at the door. You go to answer it, a bit afraid to take your eyes off of the two brothers on the couch. "Hello?" you say. Arthur stands on the other side. You open the door enough to let Matthew and Alfred run in with huge smiles on their faces. "I do hope you don't mind watching these two for the week," he says to you. You shake your head in reply. "No, on. It's perfectly fine. I love watching these two!" Arthur nods and smiles a bit. "Then I'll leave you be. So long." he says retreating to the car outside. You close the door and turn to see three boys fighting over the remote. Matthew stands off to the side, unsure of what to do and a bit frightened. You sigh. This is going to be an awfully long week.