Hetalia Drabbles - Crossover One Shots

A Young British Boy - (child AU) USUK

"Thank you so much for coming, Ms. Jones." The kindergarten teacher spoke quickly. It was obvious she wanted to get this parent-teacher interview over quickly.
"Of course. What is the matter?" The young mother asked. She had dark hair and a tanned Native American skin tone. It was obvious her sons got their appearances from their father.
"Now, Matthew is a wonderful boy. He is very polite and is a wonderful asset to the classroom." She paused and sighed. "Alfred is... not as much."

Alfred Jones didn't mean to be a disobedient kid. His teachers wondered if he had ADHD, however he'd never been properly diagnosed with anything. He was just a noisy, rambunctious, annoying six year old boy. His younger brother, five year old Matthew obviously took after their mother, as they were both calm and cheerful.

The teacher took a deep breath and started her argument. "He has begun scribbling on the classroom walls. I've told him several times that you should only draw on paper, but he simply continues. He will pull the girls' ponytails whenever he can, no matter if he gets screamed at or even scratched. He doesn't do his work either... If anything, he makes it his job to distract as many other children as possible. I've spent too long trying to calm down a room of screaming children every day, and Alfred is always the cause of this. I've sent notes home with him, but I'm not sure you're getting them."
Alfred's mother shook her head. "Not a single one. Although from the sounds of things, I shouldn't be surprised."
The teacher rest her chin on her left hand. "What do you think we should do? I don't want to have to transfer the boy or force him under disciplinary action - He's much too young for that, but I've gotten many complaints from other parents, much less the daily headaches. We have to do something."

There was a sound knocking on the wooden classroom door. The teacher sprung back to consciousness as she stood up.
"I'm sorry to cut our meeting short, but I need to talk to this next parent- "
"Of course, Miss Anderson. I'll talk to Alfred about his behaviour. And in the future, if he is acting up, give the notes to Matthew. That way, there's a chance I might get them." Ms Jones laughed as she left the classroom. As she exited the room, she nearly ran into the man and his son outside of the door. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry!"
"It's okay, M'am. It is our fault, we shouldn't have been standing so close to the door." The man said. He was clearly British by his accent. "What do we say, Arthur?"
The little blonde boy took a brief bow. "Sorry M'am! We didn't mean to!"
"Don't worry Arthur, I'm not the queen." Ms Jones smiled at the young British boy's politeness. Why couldn't Alfred be more like that?
"Yes, I think the bow was a little bit extensive, son. Alexander Kirkland, by the way. We've just moved here from Britain." The man stuck out his hand for a handshake. Ms Jones took it and shook the Brit's hand kindly. "Welcome to America then! Kiyiya Jones."
"Do you have a child in this class?"
"Yes, in fact, I have both of my sons in this class."
"Well, I'm sure Arthur is excited to meet new friends in his class. If your sons are like you Miss Jones, I'm sure Arthur will have no problem getting along with them."
Ki chuckled half heartedly, remembering why she'd been there in the first place. "Let's hope so. Have a good night, Mr Kirkland. You too, Arthur."
"Good night M'am!" Arthur chirped as he followed his father into the classroom.

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"Thank you for babysitting again tonight, Yao." Ms Jones said, pressing a few bills into the babysitter's hand.
"No problem, Ms Jones. You know I enjoy hanging out with the kids." The young Chinese teen told her. "Just call me if you ever need a babysitter again!" With that, Yao left and Ki was standing alone in her front hallway.

"Alfred! Matthew! I'm back!"
The two little blonde boys ran into the hallway, Alfred looking like he'd gone through a washing machine cycle.
"Hi mom!" Alfred chirped, then attempted to run back to the living room before Ki managed to grab her eldest son by his shirt.
"Mama, what's wrong?" Matthew had realized their mother was a little bit annoyed.
"Nothing Mattie, I just wish to talk with Allie before he runs back to whatever on earth he was doing."
"I was playin' cars! Lemme go!"
"Not before we sit down and talk, Alfred."
"Am I in trouble?"
"Depends. Sit down."