Arrested in Love: UsUk Prisoner AU

03: Children & Dress Up

Arthur awoke with extra pitter patter in his house. He laughed, figuring what it was. He slowly and sluggishly dragged himself from his bed, feet meeting his cold floor. He looked himself over, seeing how many dark marks Alfred had left on him.

Over twenty.
Animal.

Arthur dressed himself and went out of his room, looking around for the source of the loud giggles and feet stomping around his house.

And then, from behind him, Arthur heard a quiet boo!
He whipped around and saw his four year old daughter with his policeman cap on, it dangling off her small head. She also pridefully wore his white shirt, it dangling off her. She scrunched it up so she wouldn't trip on the sleeves.

"Put your hands up!" She squealed out, only to be scooped up by Arthur, who left kisses all over her face, cuddling her close into his chest. "Ellie my sweet young girl," he gushed, earning giggles of protest from the little girl.

And then London stepped out with her own cap gun, dressed up as a cowgirl.
Jesus Christ it's seven in the morning and I've already got a gun pointed at me.

Arthur shook his head, snapping at the floor. "I'm afraid your outlaw days stop here, Cowgirl."
The six year old kept aiming anyway, smirking at her father. "An outlaw don't listen to her father," she played along, even attempting to cover his British accent with a Southern one.

Arthur kept Ellie close to him, acting as if she were a damsel in distress.

"Hand over Ellie partner, just give up!" London yelled, her finger curling at the trigger.

"I'm afraid not cowgirl. She's my hostage, and you'll have to pry her from my cold dead hands." He bit back a smile, Ellie squealing and trying to get out of her father's hold. Even yelping out little help me's! once in a while.

London fired her cap gun, snaps and blanks being fired out. Arthur let out a groan, slowly falling to the floor, Ellie scurrying away to her older sister. "Yay! Big scary Daddy went bye-bye!" She smiled.

Arthur murmured out a bleck noise and 'died', turning his head away like they do in the movies. Very dramatic. Real Oscar worthy acting.

London giggled, tossing her gun towards her deceased dad. "Nice one Grandpa! Now c'mon I'm hungry! I want eggs and blueberry waffles." She demanded, crossing her arms.

Arthur stood up, shocked by her rude demands. "Excuse me young lady who is the parent here?"
"My mother, predominantly."

Arthur was all the further shocked. "How do you know such big words?"
"Mama makes us read the dictionary before bed!" Ellie answered for her elder sister, smiling a toothy grin once more.

Arthur writhed in disgust. "I'm sorry kids. You most certainly won't be doing that here. You know how to use the kitchen, don't burn anything and everything and I will...Play dress up with you. Alright?"

The two girls lit up like light bulbs, dancing around. "Really?!" London squeaked. Cooking that isn't their father's and dressing up Dad? This was a glory day!

As the girls cooked Arthur went upstairs to go collect his police uniform, sighing. Damn hormones stained his pants. He took his laundry basket and walked over to the washing machine, picking up any spare clothing left behind by the girls in the meantime, doing much needed laundry.

Flashbacks of the night before filled the Brit's mind, a quiet gasp slipping past him. My God what had he allowed Alfred to do to him? It was something he'd never felt before. Surely he'd had sex, he had children. But this was different. And it wasn't even sex. But...it made him wonder what it would be like.