UsUk: Daddy Issues

Chapter Three: Reluctant Family

Peter sighed sadly as he heard Arthur crying in his room. The door was locked so he couldn't go in to comfort him. He sighed again and walked into the living room. The seven year old felt guilty. "Maybe I shouldn't have to daddy who I was..." He said quietly to himself.  He looked out the window and saw a limousine pull up and in front of his house. The blue-green eyed boy ran to his mother's room and knocked on the door frantically. "Mama! Mama! A fancy car is out front!!" He said excitedly, but warily.

Arthur heard his son yelling through the door. He sighed and stood up, sniffling as he did so. He wiped his tears clean and made his way to his bed room door. He opened up the door and walked out, spotting Peter stare out the window. "Do you know who it is?" He asked. Peter shook his head and kept staring.

*****

Alfred was in the back of his limousine. There was a big black bag filled with toys for Peter and tea for Arthur. He was determined to be a good father.. and try to get Arthur to forgive him. Even he knew that that was a dick move to just leave Arthur. He had asked the cafe workers if they knew Arthur's address. They knew it of course, and gave it to Alfred. He walked up the stairs to the small house and carried the bag full of gifts with him. He saw the door and knocked on it gently. "Coming!" A british voice called. After a few moments the door opened. Arthur's face dropped, as did Alfred's. Alfred saw Arthur's face and knew the brit had been crying. "Alfred? What the bloody hell are you here for?" He asked, crossing his arms and stared at the American sternly.

Alfred sighed heavily. He reached into the bag and pulled out a box of expensive tea. He handed it to Arthur. "May I come in?" He asked meekly.

Arthur eyed the box of tea. His eyes sparkled slightly since he never tried that kind and it was expensive. He took the tea and blushed slightly. "Fine. Come in." He said coldly and stepped out of the way for Alfred to walk in.

The blue eyed man walked into the house and looked around. There were three rooms. One he guessed was Arthur's room and the other Peter's. The walls were a pastel yellow and the floor a honey gold color. The carpet was a coffee brown and was underneath the small wooden table that was most likely the dining room. The kitchen and living room both shared the colors of the hallways and the dining room.  Peter walked into the room. "Hey Mama, where's the cer- hey!!" He said happily and ran over. He smiled up at Alfred.

Alfred saw the little kid walk in to the room. Once Peter spotted Alfred, he smiled and ran over. Alfred ruffled Peter's hair. "Hey kiddo! I brought ya something!" He said and dumped out all the brand new toys.

Peter's eyes widened in awe. "Mama! Look!!" He cheered and started to look through the toys.

Arthur looked at Alfred and sighed heavily. "Alright Peter. Have fun. I'm making tea right now." he said and started to walk into the kitchen.

"When doesn't he make tea?"

"Uhm.... is that a trick question?"

They looked at each other and started to laugh. Arthur heard them and sighed. Well.. at least they're getting along.. He thought with a smile. He walked into the kitchen and made his tea.

*****

Peter and Alfred were playing Mario Kart. They were getting super competitive. Arthur sat on the couch and watched them. Peter and Alfred started to get into a playful argument. "I fucked your mom!" Alfred declared.

"I was deeper inside him then you'll ever be!" Peter yelled back, making Arthur spit out his tea.

"Bloody hell! Alfred! Stop teaching him bad words! You're corrupting him you bloody git!" Arthur yelled at the American, and slammed a hand down on the back of his head.

"Oww!! Artiee! I'm sorry!" Alfred whined.

Arthur blinked when Alfred said that. He remembered Alfred saying that of the sort years ago. He sighed. "Fine.. whatever.. just stop being a pain." He groaned and flopped back onto the couch.

*****

It was getting late. Peter yawned and walked over to Arthur as he rubbed his eyes. "Mama... I'm sleepy.." He mumbled tiredly.

Arthur smiled softly and picked the seven year old up. He held him in his arms as Peter nuzzled into Arthur's neck. "Okay sweetie.. I'll put you to bed." He said and started to walk to Peter's room. Alfred saw Arthur carry Peter to the small boy's room and followed quietly. He stood in the door way as Arthur tucked Peter in and kissed his forehead. 

"Night, love."

"Night Mama.. daddy.." 

Arthur smiled softly and Alfred blushed. Arthur turned back to see Alfred. "So.. uhm.." Alfred stuttered.

Arthur sighed. "You can sleep in the guest room." He said and pointed to the room next to Peter's.

"Alright. Thanks Artie."

Arthur blushed. "No problem..."