#aph parents

[senditothemoonn]

☀️🌼

#just thinking of them running in the grass together and then sitting under a tree without a care in the world 🥺💖 #i dont really see them as father and son tbh #more like big brother dynamic #or whatever those gilmore girls had going on #only really in a human fruk au do i see fran and arthur as parents #anyway #francis bonnefoy #matthew williams #hws canada #hws france #aph france #aph canada #my art

[07043012]

This is their dynamic

#let me cook #amerus #nyo russia #aph america #they are so cunty I adore them sm #they are my parents #Spotify

[oumaheroes]

Hi so I’ve seen you answering some asks and I thought I’d send one myself. I know you don’t do much of soft Arthur and Alfred but if you could that would make my day. Maybe something with a delirious!Al and comforting!dad!Artie? I just need like a tender moment between those two, where they’re not fighting.

Thank you so much 😘😘

ALRIGHT.

You've all been asking for long enough- here's the start of a multipart mini story that has taken me longer than I'd care to admit to get going (three almost full attempts, to be exact)

Characters: England, America

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Wreckage: Part 1

The smoke was metallic: sharpened acid and modern warfare.

‘Hello!’

England pulled at the wreckage, bare hands flinching at the searing pain of handling too-hot metal. He wished he’d worn his leather gloves, wished he had thought to put them on a mere few minutes ago when the crunching whirr of broken engines and crashing trees had woken him, but they lay useless and forgotten back at his campsite.

‘Can you hear me! Allô! Pouvez-vous m’entendre!’

The plane wore allied colours. It was a British make but that didn’t mean anything these days- the pilot could belong to any of the allied official or resistance groups. All England knew was that there was to be a drop coming, they were in the middle of nowhere, and that it all had apparently gone horribly, horribly wrong.

‘English! French! Polish! Czy ktoś mnie słyszy- is anyone alive in there!’

The door to the craft was stuck shut, parts of the top hinges warped and buckled from impact. He gave up on opening it to try for the window, pounding at the thick glass with the butt of his gun in fool’s panic (that, at least, he had been sensible enough to bring). He could see someone inside through the thick black smoke, an outline of shoulders and head that seemed to be moving slightly whenever the flames behind them near the engine choked.

This was occupied French territory; the nearest village was a while away but not that far. This crash would be noticed and investigated all too soon. The least England could do was to get in there and end the pilot’s misery before whoever shot them down came looking, there was no help for them out here.

That, and to be sure that there was nothing incriminating to be found.

‘Hang on! Almost there.’ Stepping back, he scanned the forest floor wildly for something better to use and caught sight of a large stone, half buried in the ground by the roots of a tree. It had rained recently, the ground was soft, and England tore into the dirt impatiently to work it free.

‘If you can hear me, sit back!’ Raising the rock above his head, he brought it down with a crash in the lower centre part of the windshield, hopefully far enough away from the pilot’s face. A hairline crack appeared, nothing more, but it was enough. England raised the rock again, choking as the smoke whirled about him, and kept going until the glass had splintered into delicate, cobweb-like lines.

One last hit made a hole. Smoke billowed out immediately and England worked quickly before the flames grew too intense on the new oxygen supply, hacking away until the hole was big enough to push an arm through. His fingers found material, sticky with something England didn’t want to think about, and a weak hand that gripped him back.

Taking a last breath of mostly fresh air, England pushed his upper half through to get to the cockpit, groping about blind until he felt the pilot’s seat straps. The heat was ferocious already, fire just behind where the poor man was trapped, and England fought not to take a breath or retreat to the safety of the cool night air. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, couldn’t see, and the glass bit into his stomach and arms when he leant more of his weight on the frame. It was a struggle but he pushed through, fingers groping by muscle memory to where he knew the clasps were, where he’d need to unhook an arm from the straps to pull the man free.

It would have been far easier to shoot the poor bastard.

It would have been quicker, kinder, than this certainly. No matter what happened, England wouldn’t leave him to die naturally. To die that way- encased in smoke, lungs desperately straining for clean air that wouldn’t come, flames against your feet- was one he knew all too well. It was a horrible way to go, one that he wouldn’t wish on anyone, but cruel though it was to make this child suffer needlessly, the engines hadn’t exploded yet and he couldn’t risk it.

Get him out first. See what message he had to give, if he could give it. Then let him go quickly and cleanly, the knife against England’s thigh waiting and patient.

It took three return trips for air, each one making his lungs burn more and more until he felt light headed and dizzy, but eventually they were free. Pilot cleared from his seat and legs thankfully clear, England hooked his arms under the man’s armpits and heaved them backwards out of the cockpit. There wasn’t far to go, the plane had nosedived onto its side in its final crash from the now broken trees, and they rolled backwards easily onto the forest floor.

The pilot screamed shrilly as they came free and gripped tight on England’s clothes to then sob piteously in his arms.

‘It’s alright.’ England sat up as carefully as he could and gently rolled the man off him to lay on his back. ‘You’re alright, I’ve got you.’

The pilot was a mess, aviator goggles and hair under his cap blackened by soot or oil or both. There was blood all over him, smeared across his neck and front that likely came from his head- England couldn’t tell. There wasn’t the time for it, and it wouldn’t matter soon anyway.

‘Give me your name.’ he asked urgently, struggling onto weak knees to sit over him, ‘Your ID and nationality, I’m-‘

He stopped.

Later, England couldn’t quite say what it was. He hadn’t noticed in the rush what he could feel now- the itch of someone like himself close by. But there was more, perhaps something about the pilot’s body that was familiar, or something deeper than that which ran through them both like the unbroken lines of history. An indescribable connection of family that mortal language couldn’t quite explain.

Fingers clumsy with sudden, familiar, terror, England tugged at the goggles which covered the pilot’s eyes and pitched forwards breathless and horrified at what he found.

‘Oh Jesus- Alfred.’

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AN:

The historical research that has gone into this is minimal, so please be kind to any inaccuracies that you see.

#hws england #hws america #aph england #aph america #hetalia #historical hetalia #hws #aph #arthur kirkland #alfred jones #alfred f jones #heroes writes #arthur parenting

[kioneira]

"You two better have a good explanation for this..." "And i don't wanna hear excuses!"

Kids, being kids West Slavs/Marzanna (She finally has a name!) is sometimes so done with these two but their punishment will only last for two days She doesn't know how to be mad at them.

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #axis powers hetalia #hetalia fanart #aph poland #hws poland #aph czechia #aph czech republic #aph slovakia #hws slovakia #hws czechia #hws czech republic #parent ocs #hetalia oc #hws hetalia #historical hetalia #incorrect hetalia quotes #hws oc #hetalia original character

[olympeline]

FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 7! Part 1

So, Alfred and Matthew made a successful switcheroo and are now living with their other respective dads. The first few days for both of them just pass in a whirlwind of new experiences: new sights, new sounds, new smells, new surroundings. Alfred and Mattie struggle to take it all in, but in a good way. And, of course, at the centre of it all is Francis and Arthur. It’s tricky being around them because the twins want to get to know them so badly but they can’t act like it because that would be weird. Alfred in particular has to dash out of the house to go run around with Mr. Kumajiro a couple of times because the need was getting too much. Francis notices “Mattie” has become more energetic, but accepts Alfred’s excuse that he got really into sports at camp. It’s not such a stretch since Matthew has always been outdoorsy anyway and Francis puts it down to his little boy growing up. Wine, misty eyes, and a long purusing of their family photo album once Alfred has gone to bed that night. Francis may be a suburban dad now with a mortgage and PTA meetings, but he sees no point in life if one can’t be dramatic every once in a while ;)

Then, Summer is over, and the twins have to go back to school. Alfred to Matthew’s fancy private school, and Matthew to Alfred’s normal NYC public school. Alfred puts on his uniform (urgh, monkey suit! Didn’t his dad used to wear something like this?) and is surprised when Francis drives him to school rather than let him walk or get the bus. The school is pretty close, but Francis does it anyway. He’s chill about things like Alfred’s earring, but then pivots and is overprotective about stuff like Matthew getting to school alone. Weird. Meanwhile, Mattie braces himself for the journey on the subway. Arthur is generally stricter than Francis, but he trusts “Alfred” to make his own way to school right through the heart of New York? Weird.

School for both of them goes about as well as it could. Alfred has a lot of friends and Mattie is immediately swept up in their hustle and bustle. Acting up in class pains him, but he has to do it to maintain the illusion. Alfred isn’t a bad kid, but he is a loud and energetic one. Matthew does his best (cringing inside) but his teachers still comment on his good behaviour. Mattie is worried…until he goes home and sees how pleased Arthur is. The teacher messaged him and Arthur couldn’t be prouder “Alfred” is taking school more seriously. Mattie can’t feel too bad about it then. Not after seeing his dad smile. Until Arthur bakes them some cakes to celebrate.

It’s a curse, Mattie thinks to himself as he struggles to chew through the charcoal without his eyes watering. A satanic curse. It must be, eh?

Meanwhile, Alfred does his best to keep up his Mattie act in his new “ooh, la, la” (his words) private school environment. Matthew is a model student, behaviour wise, and warned Alfred that he can’t get in trouble even a little or people will suspect. This is not easy for Alfred. Even less because Matthew is also a loner, so he has noone to help distract him from the boredom. It’s not that the other kids dislike Matthew, rather they just don’t seem to notice him. The teachers appreciate how well behaved he is but they also tend to forget he exists. Again, extremely not easy for extroverted, vivacious Alfred. He can’t keep his exuberance fully under control and it’s a shocker moment for the class when their geography teacher has to tell Matthew Bonnefoy to pay attention for the first time ever(!) Haha, oops. At least they didn’t call Francis. Yet.

The twins have kept in contact and message each other frequently for hints and tips, and (in Alfred’s case) reminders about French vocabulary. They have a long talk about school after the first week and Mattie is irritated and stung when Alfred thoughtlessly comments on his lack of friends. Matthew snipes back about how happy Arthur was when the teacher complimented “Alfred” on his behaviour. Something which gets to Alfred more than he likes to admit. The boys end their talk early that night and both go to bed feeling ruffled.

The next morning when Matthew wakes up, he comes down to breakfast (🥲) as usual. Only to freeze in the kitchen doorway when he sees who’s making it. Arthur is sitting at the table, reading the paper news he still refuses to trade in for an app. At the stove, cooking omlettes that actually smell good, is:

“Buenos días, Al! You want two eggs or three?”

Mattie recognizes the handsone spaniard from the pictures Alfred showed him. His work trip done, Tony is back.

(Life has been busy so here’s a shorter update. Hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned for part 8 (´ε｀ )♡)

#hetalia #fruk #face family #hws france #hws england #hws america #hws canada #hws spain #aph france #aph england #aph america #aph canada #aph spain #my posts #parent trap au

[meitoscringe]

What if I gave you silk road child.

#She has 4 parents #China India Rome and Persia #And is not loading anything #She also used to be a vase #and was stuck in the British Museum for a bit #she's sorta like a zombie #Her favourite parent is India btw #Hetalia #hetalia oc #Hetalia china #Aph china #hws china #hetalia rome #aph rome #Hws rome #hetalia persia #hws persia #Aph persia #Hetalia india #Aph India #Hws india #I am aware this is dumb #i am aware this is stupid #I do not care #It's funny #Indichuperome

[apersonwholikeslotus]

England: Nice guy.

USA: Don’t.

England: Yeah, no, feels like a good match.

USA: Shut up.

England: I mean, he’s gotta be the nicest of all the creepy older Russian men that you could be ruining your life with, right?

#yknow when your parents judge who you’re dating #aph america #hws america #hws england #aph england #hetalia #rusame #ig #hetalia incorrect quotes

[ameliafuckinjones]

The thought of Amelia/Alfred declaring independence and then being immediately thrust into parenthood appeals to me. Imagine if you will shortly after the Revolution the emergence of State Personifications coming about with each admission to the Union (Delaware was the first one). Whether they appear miraculously or are birthed via (unwilling) parthenogenesis (which I prefer) the bottom line is that suddenly America has all these kids to take care of, all of who grow up just as fast as America did. Regardless of how they came to be or how fast they grow, America loves them with his/her whole being and creates a system in which they are always protected and accounted for by the larger government. America promises to be there for them the way England never was.

Then fast forward to the Civil War, and America is waging a bloody war against half of her/his children that see hundreds of thousands of their people dead. Brother against brother, father against son, cousin against cousin. And each secession feels like a small death because they are part of America just as much as America is a part of them, practically inseparable, or at least America thought so. To add even more complexity, not all of America's children were white or white-passing. America being neglected because s/he was to far away or denied certain rights for not being British enough was bad on its own, but imagine your parent not being able to claim you or fully protect you or give you basic human rights without public/social/political backlash because your skin is darker and you're legal property in half the country. Or imagine having powerful politicians who want to keep people who look like your children in bondage and you have to compromise with them to keep the Union whole, knowing the opinions they would have if they even knew you had children who were black (some of them do know and make sure their opinions are known). Or your other children starting a war to selfishly keep this system in place at the expense of their black siblings. The relationship between America and his/her children, with America acting as both the federal government that protects the states as well as the greater whole that represents the Union and the states as the children, each an extension of America, an integral part of America's being, pushing back against the sometimes overbearing hovering of their parent, impeding on states rights (whether they believe America is in the right or not) and protecting others and sometimes America will helplessly throw his/her hands in the air and say "fine, ill let YOU decide on this issue because I am not a dictator, despite what some of you like to think, but if you fuck up im stepping in" because America doesn't want to make the same mistakes England made in the past but then America has to deal with the negative consequences of her/his children's actions when they do something unbelievably stupid while trying not to seem like a fire-breathing tyrant. Which, they end up thinking anyway, regardless if America wasn't entirely in the wrong about butting in and taking hold of the situation before it escalated. The negative reaction only serves to make America step away AGAIN so as to not seem completely authoritarian in their eyes. It's a never-ending cycle. Not to mention the complex relationships the states have with each other, especially the southern states among themselves and the southern vs northern states rivalry.

Edit:

also whenever America takes his/her eyes off the states for 1mili second to see what the rest of the world is up to (hopefully not another world war) while usually being like 'back off, geeze! 🤬' America's children immediately switch to 'how come you're not paying attention to ME instead 🥺 you always focus on the world instead of ME 😢'

#i have a lot of thoughts about the states #hetalia #aph america #aph states #hetalia civil war #i can only imagine Thanksgiving at the Jones family estate 😭 #also America having a family outside Arthur and Matt is really makes sense to me #why else would America be so absorbed with itself if not because of its over dramatic children known as the states??? #not even England and Canada and the entire world can draw America's attention away from them #and if for a moment America steps away to bang a few heads together America immediately steps right back to hover over its children #like an overprotective mama eagle #and America totally doesn't have favorites!!! (its New York California Louisiana Florida the Man and Texas the Problem Child in that order) #the other states obviously know the main favs are NY CA FL and TX but they're always surprised when they realize its also Louisiana #and that's because Louisiana reminds America of France with its unique and charming American Franco hybrid culture #also as the years go by America begins to understand a few things about England a LOT more #still feels s/he does the parenting thing better (debatable but not entirely unfounded)

[mr-spain]

What is your relationship with Cuba like now? Do you two get along or does your son not want anything to do with you?

Believe it or not we get along great :D compared to my ex-colonies,,

Of course meeting up with someone across the Atlantic is not so easy for a frequent occurrence, but we always make time to see each other once a year minimun, or at least make a call.

#hws cuba #hws spain #aph cuba #aph spain #anónimo #claro que depende de la situación a cada persona pero en general #he visto que entre los cubanos y los españoles se caen re bien #de las investigaciones dicen que es como la casa de los abuelos xp #and drawing cuba was more fun than i thought nhsdjgfs i hope he looks ok ;v; #his height I see ppl draw him around the na brothers height so #taller than 5'9? #children growing taller than their parents is peak

[milkdreamspecialmix]

if by spamano you mean “this is a result of some kinda weird emotional baggage mixed with attraction and it’s a bit awkward because of their past and not terribly sustainable” and not “this is the one true love ride or die end game ship and they both live happily ever after” then yes

#i don’t dislike spamano jsyk #i think spamano is essential for the growth of both characters #it’s hard to just retcon or ignore whatever dynamic they’ve got going on #but i also see romano being easily connected to several other nations #with bonds healthier than the spamano dynamic #because (and please give me your opinions on this fr) #imo i think they share a strong connection but are constantly held back by their former status as what #ward and master or what have you #and that isn’t to say that i don’t think they are incapable of working past that #but i think prumano or romerica or any other number of ships are more interesting to explore for romanos emotional growth #spain just bores me i’m sorry y’all #hetalia #aph romano #aph south italy #aph spain #prumano #romerica #it’s the same reason i’m not into usuk even forgoing any discussions about being related which is more worthy in its own right #it gives me the ick to think about one’s parental figure being into you when you’ve aged up even if nations aren’t human #but that is def also something that some usuk shippers like about it so i guess it’s just not my thing #i like spamano evolving into some other ship with romano #and i know i’m not alone there are a handful of fics about exactly that #no hate to spamano shippers tho i can see the appeal

[dapotatoauthor]

I'm reading about APH Canada's bio in the hetawiki and I just realized how disconnected Matthew and Francis' relationship in fanon vs canon. Idk if it's updated (the wiki) but it literally just states that their relationship wasn't really dwelled into in the manga. The only 'in-depth' description of their relationship is that Canada got his hair from France. HOWEVER, Matthew and Arthur's relationship was a little more in depth than Francis and Matthew's relationship. It states in the hetawiki that, "When England fell gravely ill after losing to America and losing much of his support from other European countries, Canada was shown to be his caretaker, and England was extremely grateful for his presence and loyalty." PLEASE I AM SOBBING IM STARTING TO LIKE ARTHUR MORE

#Just a rant #because i've seen a lot of FACE fam fanart/fanfiction that Matthew and Francis are more close than Matthew is with Arthur #Obviously I don't really mind this because it's hetalia come on #I thought it was a little interesting to think about that England is PROBABLY a better care taker than I thought lmao #Wish he remembered him more tho #still kinda apparent that Arthur still likes Alfred more ig AHHAHA #aph #hws #aph america #aph england #aph canada #aph france #hws america #hws canada #hws england #hws france #now that I think about it it's kinda sad and angst worthy #imagine being loyal to this one person who you see as a caretaker or a parent then him not remembering you #and instead mistakes you for someone who looks like you but left him to be on his own 💀 #I would be angry too ngl AHHAHAHA

[romaritimeharbor]

If you can parentify Pantalone (that man should not be a father) you can parentify Lotor ❗️❗️❗️❗️ (I love encouraging ideas™)

GET OUT OF MY SKINNNNNNN ❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

#✧— aphe's letters from jester. #LMFAO SO REAL THOUGH #pantalone should NOT be a father but i did it anyway!!!!! #lotor should NOT be a father either but i am certainly going to do it anyway 🤭 #idk man something about Fucked Up People being actually good parents....... #break that generational cycle lotor i know you can do it (he can't) (but i will make him do it anyway) 🗣🗣🗣❗️❗️

[myrddin-wylt]

you know, as absolutely shitty of a father as Arthur was to Alfred, he did pretty fucking well considering that his own childhood was spent as an actual feral child in the depths of Late Antiquity/Early Medieval Hell. I mean ya still sucked but you know, credit where credit is due.

Idk I just. think about that. the man was a literal feral child and only functions at all as an adult because his immortality/nation-weirdness presumably makes him exempt from the whole 'very limited critical period of brain and language development' thing. like little Alfred's first instinct is to run to him for comfort or protection or food or whatever's wrong, and Arthur can't think about that too much - what it means that Alfred's first instinct is to seek help whereas Arthur's is to seek mercy or reprieve - lest he be led to realizations that he is not equipped to deal with. because there is no mercy or reprieve from that kind of self-awareness, and he doesn't know how ask for help even if it occurred to him as an option.

so he doesn't think about that. just scoops his little son up into his arms and takes a wild shot in the dark at this whole parenting business, hoping desperately that he'll at least fix more of Alfred's problems than he causes.

#this is not a defense of shitty abusive parents btw #just wanna make that clear bc this is tumblr #and 90% of this userbase is incapable of general self-awareness #much less any other kind of awareness #hetalia hcs #hetalia headcanons #aph america #aph england #hws america #hws england #arthur kirkland #alfred f jones #alfred f. jones #ratman and ratson #kirkland family #kirkland brood

[kioneira]

"Szláv!!" "Madziar...Put me down!"

Feliks isn't impressed with his uncles actions. On the other side Erzsi wants to be picked up next by her dad. Every now and then Magyar would just come unannounced so his hyper active child could play with West Slavs hyper active child. --- Here he is! Magyar/Hun. His shirt and vest are inspired by Matyo Folk Dresses. Matyo is from the Northeastern region of Hungary and i found it really beautiful. Rest of his design are mostly inspired by Hungary's and her Nyo!Version design alone. The Word "Madziar" is just Magyar in Polish if someone was curious why it's written like that lol

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #hetalia fanart #axis powers hetalia #aph hungary #aph poland #hws hungary #hws poland #hetalia oc #hetalia original character #hws hetalia #historical hetalia #hetalia poland #hetalia hungary #feliks łukasiewicz #erzsébet héderváry #parent ocs #my art #original art #artwork #hws #hws oc #aph hetalia

[olympeline]

FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 5! Part 1

Last time we left off with Alfred and Mattie going home with their other dad and Francis and Arthur none the wiser about the son switcheroo. Let’s see what happens on the Francis and Alfred side first:

During the drive to the Bonnefoy residence, Alfred has a hard time keeping a lid on his gregarious personality and playing his part as Mattie. Acting calm and sweet is so difficult when he’s desperate to talk and talk and talk and ask Francis a million questions and get to know him! It’s a struggle, I tell ya hwat. His French holds up well, though. Francis notices “Matthew” has picked up a bit of an accent, but chalks it up to his time spent at camp. Mr. Kumajiro barks all the way home until Alfred secretly feeds him some sticky jerky he got on the plane. Then Mr. Kumajiro calms down. This little pupper may be mysterious and not Mattie, but he seems alright even so. Alfred is delighted to have a dog. He’s always wanted one and now he gets to borrow Mr. Kumajiro. Lucky! Mr. Kumajiro doesn’t just get jerky but also plenty of pets on the way home.

As I mentioned earlier, the FACE family came to Quebec for an opportunity to grow Francis’s fashion business. And grow it did. Oh boy, didn’t it just! Alfred’s jaw hits the floor when he sees the size of Francis and Mattie’s house. The Kirklands aren’t poor - Arthur makes a good living as a journalist and from his books - but their apartment in NYC is nothing like this! This place is practically a mansion! And it’s not just the house but the land around it, too. There’s so much space, so much room to explore, run around with Mr. Kumajiro, and play sports! Alfred is in heaven.

He wants to go and check out the house and charge around the backyard there and then, but Francis asks him if he’d like to help him make dinner? Alfred says yes and is embarrassed at how shy he suddenly feels doing so. Alfred Kirkland is not used to feeling shy. It’s almost a foreign emotion for him and shaking it off isn’t easy. Alfred is annoyed to discover he feels shyer of Francis Bonnefoy than he ever has of anyone in his life. At least it helps in his Mattie impression, lol.

He follows Francis into their kitchen (wow! Super shiny and deluxe and no char marks! - thinks Alfred) and they chat as Francis prepares a meal and Alfred helps. He isn’t as culinarily crippled as Arthur but Francis is still surprised at how clumsily “Matthew” handles the prep. But he brushes it off. Camp was the first time Mattie was away from home longer than a few days. Being a little out of character is normal after an experience like that. They finish without major incident and sit down to eat. Alfred is distracted when he takes his first bite and oh maaaan! Instant food heaven! Bliss and angel choirs! Matthew told Alfred his (their! Their! :D) papa was a great cook, but Alfred sees now that was an understatement! Francis is obviously some kind of food superhero genius person! It’s all he can do not to wolf down the plate like a starving, well, wolf.

Francis asks Alfred how the food was at camp? Alfred tells him it was okay but nothing like this. This is so good! Francis is a pleased but a little taken aback at Alfred’s enthusiasm. Mattie is used to Francis’s cooking so it doesn’t get such a big reaction from him, though he’s always polite. They get into a conversation about cooking and proper nutrition. At first, Francis is passionate and flamboyant but then he looks wistful. Just for a moment, just for a moment after Alfred talks about junk food vs. home cooked and Francis says anyone can cook if they take the time to practice. It’s just a matter of following a recipe and choosing quality ingredients. Anyone can do it if they just…practice.

A fleeting look. Just for a moment. Then it’s gone.

Alfred didn’t miss it. And it’s a look he’s seen before, many times, but not from Francis. Heart skipping, he asks Francis if that’s really true. Did he ever know anyone who couldn’t cook no matter how hard he - they - tried?

Francis pauses and gives him an odd look. Alfred is afraid he’s messed up and said too much, but then Francis just smiles and brushes it off again. He asks if Alfred wants his dessert now? Francis already made creme brulee that morning. Alfred sees his other dad dodge the question like a pro, but decides not to pursue it. He doesn’t want to make him suspicious and blow their cover.

It’s proved one thing, at least, thinks Alfred as he digs into the creme brulee like a starving man. Mattie was right: Francis hasn’t forgotten Arthur. Not even after all this time.

“Bon?” Asks Francis as he sees his son grin into his dessert. “I tweaked the recipe again. Changed the white and golden sugar ratios. You like it?”

“Oh, yeah,” Alfred looks up with a big smile. “I really do!”

Francis is again pleased but a little taken aback at the level of enthusiasm. He’s not complaining, though. The entire point of sending his boy to camp was to help Mattie come out of his shell. Seems it worked out better than Francis hoped. Then Mattie’s “Uncle Gil” turns up unannounced (as he often does), bursts in and pounces on Alfred for a hug and a noogie. Gilbert Beilschmidt: ex-marine and local eccentric extraordinaire. Matthew told Alfred about Gilbert - who isn’t really his their uncle by blood, but rather one of Francis’s friends and Mattie has called him that since he was a baby - and Alfred couldn’t wait to meet him after some of Mattie’s stories. Crashing a parade float into a local swimming pool (don’t ask), running for mayor in assless chaps (don’t ask), building his own race cars with rockets and testing them out on the same route as the parade float (please, please don’t ask)? Guy sounds crazy awesome!

“Hey, kaulquappe! Welcome home!” Says uncle Gil as he almost scalps Alfred with his noogie. “How was camp? You show those yanky bastards who’s boss?”

“Yeah, sure!” Alfred laughs, ignoring the jibe. “You bet!”

“Haha, nice! Say…you look kinda different. Don’t you think, Fran?”

Alfred goes cold, but Francis smiles again and says:

“He’s had his hair cut. And his ear pierced. Tres chic!”

“Oh, yeaaah!” Says Gilbert. “Looks sick! Nice one, kid. Fight the power!”

Alfred hadn’t realised Francis noticed his earring already. He’s surprised that Francis seems totally cool with “Matthew’s” new look. A big contrast to Arthur, who scolded and nagged Alfred for a week when he came home with his new piercing. Then attacked Alfred’s ear with antiseptic swabs for two weeks. But Francis is obviously different. Very different.

Alfred likes Francis already. He watches him over Gilbert’s shoulder and feels joy and excitement bubble up in his belly.

He’s here now, and he has a once in a lifetime chance to get to know his papa better.

You better believe Alfred F. Kirkland is going to make the most of every minute!

(Stay tuned for part 6, where we’ll check in on Arthur and Mattie (´ε｀ )♡)

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Austria watching in horror as Kugelmugel eats their Schinkenfleckerl with ketchup

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