Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Arthur's POV

"...And that's called a pub, they're all over Britain." I explained to my stumbling toddler, Alfred and I squeezing her hand tighter as she pranced around the street.
"And if Daddy ever sees you anywhere inside one, even at eighteen, you're in huge trouble!" Alfred cooed nearly too calmly. I interjected with a laugh. "Alfred please, you were no better at eighteen."

"I'm aware of what I did at age eighteen Arthur." He mumbled, glancing over at me. He dropped Elizabeth's hand to smoothen out the wet umbrella from above us. "I'm setting an example."

I couldn't help but chuckle again, "Alfred F. Jones, setting an example. Wait 'till your frog of a boss hear's that load of bloody lies.."

We approached the apartment complex soon enough, my rage boiling inside me more and lot with every step.
"Here we are, Dad's boss's house!"
Elizabeth gave a small, 'yay.' and it made me smile.
"I couldn't agree more, small one."

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Alfred's POV

"Well well, what do we have here! A happy family in London, no?" A familiar French voice greeted us, that stupid smile on his face.

"Oui oui," I laughed, messing with Elizabeth's hair. Frenchie looked down and gasped at Elizabeth below us.
"Alfred! Is that Elizabeth?"
Arthur glared, "Yeah? What about it?"
"I was asking Alfred." Francis glared back.
"Did I ask for a bloody opinion?"
"Shut it eyebrows."

Elizabeth smiled, pointing at Arthur. "Eyebrows!" She exclaimed. I sighed, facepalming.

After Arthur and Francis's brief stare-down we were invited inside, where Elizabeth played with Francis's hair on the couch. Arthur awkwardly watched, his own daughter sitting in his most hated person's lap.

She giggled so much, and all she was doing was tugging at his hair. He would talk with us momentarily, but then turn all his attention to Elizabeth, singing French love songs.
Sigh.

"...Frog! Hello? We're talking here." Arthur would yell at Frenchie. I couldn't help but snicker, seeing Francis flare up.
"Amore I was busy singing to a beau~"
"That's my daughter, Francis," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"What was it you wanted to make you come to London just to see me~?" Francis cooed, sipping from his very stereotypical red wine glass, yet still keeping Elizabeth all giggles.
"In no way did we come just for you-!"
"I need a photoshoot." I interrupted Arthur before he blew everything up.

Not ruining my plan.

"A photoshoot, huh? And why should I do that?" Francis smirked. I began to get agitated like Arthur.

"C'mon Francis! It'd be nice if you could..?"
"And why? Where? Have you thought at all about this?"

I looked over at Arthur, he had no idea what I was talking about either. I kept the whole thing to myself. 

"I mean, I already talked to some people.. You just have to talk to the advisors and yada yada."
"You did my job..?" Francis mumbled. I nodded.
"It's for a magazine cover."
"That's great!" Arthur and Francis spoke in unison, immediately glaring at each other afterwards.
"Yeah, it's for this like..family magazine..type thing," I unraveled my plan, looking at Arthur.
"They want Arthur, Elizabeth and I." I said slowly. Arthur's eyes widened, immediately going red.
"What?! Us? Are you nuts! I don't model!"
"Well now you do."