Stormy Skies ||Sequel to The 6th Nordic||

3- Probably a Bad Decision But Whatever

After the dinner, thankfully not made by England, Arthur gives the children a bath, bubbles getting everywhere. He drains the water, wrapping up each of them in big fluffy towels, before giving the two boys to France, probably a bad decision but whatever, and taking Aletta.

He puts her in a bunny onesie, gushing at how adorable she is for a few seconds, before picking her up and bringing her downstairs.

America is sprawled out on the couch, Xbox controller in hand. "Heeeeeey." He looks over to Aletta and awes. "OH MY GERD! YOURE SO CUTE!" He jumps up from the couch and runs over to Snowland and lifts her up, throwing her up in the air.

"I'll bite you." She states with a straight face.

Alfred just smiles and hugs her to his chest. "SO CUTE!" He lays back down on the couch, the little girl laying on his chest.

She stays there, laying on the man that smells like cheeseburgers, not struggling to get out of the man's grip.

The two boys come running down the stairs just moments later, France following closely behind them. "Ohononon~boys, don't trip!" He yelled down at them, the two not listening to him and jumping down the last few steps.

After a few hours of watching tv and playing games, England tells them all that it's time to go to bed. "Okay kids, c'mon. Bedtime." He says, shooing the two boys up to a room with bunk beds.

"Awwwww...I don't wanna go to bed!" America complains.

"Not you, you idiot. I meant the children." England smacks him, taking Aletta from his arms and bringing the whining girl up to a spare bedroom, tucking her in.

"B-but I don't wanna go to bed!" She whines. "I don't wanna be alone."

Tears fill her eyes, as for the first time today, she realized that the Nordics were really gone and off to war. That they weren't able to come home for a long time, and that the kids would be staying with these blond idiots for a while.

England didn't know what to do as the girl suddenly burst into tears. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, slowly rocking her back and forth; but nothing was working. He sighs. "If I let you sleep with me and America, would you calm down?"

The girl looks up, rubbing her eyes with fists, and nods. "Okay then." England stands up, grabbing the girl's stuffed bunny and blanket, before picking her up and taking her into his room.

Arthur sets the girl down in the bed, tucking her in before kissing her on the head. "America should be in in about a half an hour. I've got some stuff to do before bed, okay? Get some rest. You've had a long day."

Aletta nods, closing her eyes in content and falling asleep.

England in the meantime, explains to America that Aletta is in their bed and they can't do the smexy times tonight, which makes America sad.

"To fucking bad, my love." England says with a smirk, and walks away.