My Big-Wait,Little Brother?!

My Baby

The next morning,it was a knock at the Frenchman's door.Of course,Francis was up because it was like,what? 7-8 A.M.? He was making breakfast for himself and the small child,until he heard a knock at the door.He lowered the fire on the burner and walked over to the door,looking through the small little glass hole to make sure who it was.

" Ah ! "

The Frenchman unlocked the door and opened it,giving the American a hug.He was pushed away by him,a cold glare being located at.

" Where is Arthur ? "

" Calm down , Amerique , he's asleep on the bed ~ "

" whAT DID Y OU - "

" - I didn't do anything to my little Albion { An old name for Arthur . } ~ "

Alfred just rolled his eyes and walked in,going upstairs to the baby Brit.He reached the Frenchman's room,Albion just as he said.Fully clothed,too.Alfred sighed of relief and softly and gently picked the Englishman up,his arm under his bottom and his hand on Arthur's back.Without a word,the American left with the Brit in his arms,closing the door behind him.Francis only sighed and shook his head slowly.

" Seems that you have become a responsible person , Amerique . "