Right Here, Right Now (Mpreg Aph One Shots)

Five: UsUk

"Artie!"

The voice came from deep in the basement, somewhere underneath the concrete and floor boards. Arthur could barely hear his husband, but picked his way down the stairs carefully. A head of dusty blonde hair was poking above the tall shelves that lined the makeshift aisles of tools and junk.

"Come look what I found!" Wire framed glasses pressed his cowlick down slightly when they were shoved up in said dusty hair. A cloud of dust rose up from someone's breath as they cleared off a box near the far window.

"I can only move so quickly, you git." Arthur huffed, being very careful around the toppled over boxes and stacks of things. Old radios and tools lined the shelf to Arthur's left, books of a Victorian era on the right. He must remember to have those moved upstairs at some point. "What is it Alfred?" Said younger nation made his way closer with what looked to be a heavy box of something.

"I found all of our old yearbooks from highschool!" He had a goofy grin on his face, blue eyes shining brighter than the seas that surrounded American shores. "Yours are in a pretty fair condition, mine have been flipped through so many times they're fallin' apart!" Alfred balanced the box on his shoulder and plucked a yearbook out of the cardboard prison. The cover was a nice red leather, still legible if worn away a bit.

"Oh god." Arthur started laughing. "I thought I burnt all of these old things." He flipped through the pages, Al setting his chin on his husband's shoulder. He had set the box on the ground and now wrapped his arms around Artie's slightly half watermelon sized belly.

"Mum, dad, where's Elle?" Roy stepped out at the end of the aisle, all of the old guns and such catching his eyes. "Woah... these are all yours, dad?" He picked up a very heavy lead pistol from a waist level shelf.

"Elle's with Alicia. And careful little man." Alfred ruffled his only son's hair.

"I'm not that little. I am 14 after all." Roy shot his dad a wicked grin. He stuck the gun back where it belonged and shoved his hands in the pockets on his tight blue jeans.

"And already strong like me!" Al laughed, flexing his arms all while Arthur shook his head and sighed.

"Alright, back upstairs. This basement is in need of a good dusting." Roy nodded with his 'mothers' statement.

"I can get Alicia to help me later if she's interested." He had a secret look in his eye, heart beating in his ears.

"Perfect, I mean she is dropping Elle back off here anyway. I'm sure Matty won't mind. I'll call him up just to check." Alfred dashed up the stairs to call his step-brother for a while.

"Just don't move anything around. Everything is where it should be." Arthur reminds his son, getting a nod as they both head back to the living room. Or at least to be above ground again.

~******~

Alfred has half asleep spooning with Arthur on the couch when Alicia arrived back at about four PM. She had her platinum blonde hair up in a ponytail, her red-purple eyes framed with big lashes. Al flashed her a warm smile.

"Hey, come in Alicia. And how was my sweet girl?" The half Canadian half Prussian passed over the small girl, whose blonde curls were braided softly.

"I was good, daddy." Elle giggled, hugging her father's neck as he looked to Alicia for confirmation.

"She was fantastic, Mr. Jones." Her voice was soft, like her mother's. "Not a bit of trouble." The rapid sound of feet on the stairs catches their attention and both of them turn to see Roy sticking a landing. "There's the man of the hour." She giggles quietly.

"You got everything you need in the kitchen, Roy knows where it is. And be careful,there is a lot of stacks of things down there." He smirks. "Wouldn't want you gettin' hurt." He carries Elle over to Arthur, who gives her a big cheek kiss.

"Did you have a good time, love?" He asked her as she sat next to him.

"Yeah! We played with her bear and dogs and played tag for a while. She also taught me some tricks!" She seemed excited to show off.

"What are you waiting for?" Alfred smiled. "Show us your stuff!" She quickly scrambled down to stand on the floor, thinking as she then did a cartwheel. Elle smiled, arms out as if to say 'ta-da!'. Arthur clapped politely, Alfred scooping her up and setting her back between them.

"Wonderful! Bravo!" She laughed, yawning. "Ready for bed, little acrobat?" Alfred smirked.

"Yeah, but I have to say good night to Dagger and Cheshie first!" She dashed off on short legs to find the family cat and dog. She returned a moment later with Dagger (a Great Dane) carrying her in his mouth by her collar gently.

"You ready now?" Arthur asked.

Her yawn was the only necessary answer as Alfred left to tuck his princess to bed.