A Day in the Life [6/?]
anonymous
June 18 2009, 04:22:29 UTC
The next couple of hours were spent with Arthur hiding from his family in his not-so-secret magic room, the boys playing together outside after Matthew had cut Alfred’s hair to a length the louder twin deemed acceptable, and Marianne cooking up a storm in the kitchen, taking her anger out on the cooking utensils, all the while muttering about stupid Nations who don’t care about how embarrassing their grooming habits were. No one was looking to a reunification at lunch, but it was inevitable.
Arthur walked into the dining room still wearing his magical cloak, the hood pulled over his head, conveniently hiding his eyebrows. Alfred and Matthew entered next, the latter with his hair pulled back with one of his mother’s more sensible ribbons, the former sporting a choppy haircut. When Marianne joined her family with the food, she raised an eyebrow at the piece of hair on Alfred’s head that was determined to defy gravity, but chose to leave the matter alone for the time being since his hair looked more or less groomed. She did, however, send a glare at Arthur when she forcefully put his plate down, causing some of the food to end up in his lap. “Désolée mon petit chou,” She said icily before taking her seat, matching Arthur’s returned glare.
The tension in the room was palpable, and the twins quietly poked at their food, not wanting to make more noise than possible. Things might have stayed in a tense limbo had Matthew not dropped his fork. The loud clatter of metal acted as the catalyst that broke the uneasy truce and had Arthur and Marianne up and yelling at each other in a more ancient form of English and French. From what little Alfred and Matthew could understand, their parents were cursing the day they had ever met each other and they had no idea why they were still trying when the other was too stubborn for his (the boys thought it odd that they only used masculine pronouns while arguing, but never worked up the courage to ask why) own good. Feeling uncomfortable, the boys attempted to leave the dining room, but their movement reminded their parents that they were still in the room and, red faced and panting, the older Nations retook their seats and attacked their food, acting as if nothing had happened.
“So, Alfred, did you ever find out what happened to le lapin that used to come around?” Marianne asked a moment later, giving the boy a small smile.
Alfred shrugged, shoving a bite in his mouth. “I don’t know, never found him,” He said around a mouthful of food.
“Alfred. Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Arthur scolded, slightly amazed that the boy could still be understood what that much food in his mouth. A worthless talent sure, but unique none-the-less.
“Ugh, fine, father,” Alfred said around another bite of food, smirking at the angry look on his father’s face. His smirk disappeared an instant later when he felt Matthew’s elbow dig sharply into his side…again.
“Don’t you think he’s annoyed enough? Do you really have to antagonize him?” His timid brother whispered, silently hoping his father didn’t overhead.
“Of course I do. It’s fun~” Alfred not-really-whispered back, grinning. “Besides, better he’s angry with me than maman,” He continued in a much quieter voice. Matthew nodded in reluctant agreement.
Arthur cleared his throat, ready to say something else to Alfred when there was a loud crash coming from the back of the house. Arthur and Marianne jumped at the sound, but Alfred let out a very-manly-for-an-eight-year-old scream and was in Arthur’s lap the next instant. “It’s a ghost! I told you the house was haunted!”
Arthur awkwardly patted the boy on the head then attempted to dislodge him, but Alfred only held on tighter. “Alfred, I told you, the ghosts in this house are friendly and don’t like exerting the energy needed to move things. I’m sure it was just a cat or something.” The boy looked unconvinced and Arthur sighed. “Look, let’s go see what it was. If it is a ghost, I promise to protect you, ok?” Alfred nodded and moved off his father’s lap, but refused to let go of his hand as they followed Marianne and Matthew out of the room. Arthur shook his head in bewilderment at the older twin’s reaction. For such a brave child, Alfred was surprisingly easily scared.
A Day in the Life [6/?] Author's Notes
anonymous
June 18 2009, 04:23:57 UTC
Hey look! Life let up on me and I was able to update before the weekend...which is kind of funny since I probably won't have time to get an update up this weekend ^^; On the bright side, my classes end Monday so hopefully there will be an early-to-mid week update next week (if not sooner) ♥
French translations: Désolée: Sorry Mon petit chou: A term of endearment. Literally translates to "My little cabbage" le lapin: The rabbit
Non-OP francophile is happy
anonymous
June 21 2009, 00:54:31 UTC
Even though I'll probably be heartily sick of everything related to France in about a month's time (language immersion thing). This is ever so, ever so sweet- France as a woman is a mental sight to behold, and Arthur coming down to lunch in his cloak is just epic. ^^
Re: A Day in the Life [6/?]
anonymous
June 21 2009, 04:59:16 UTC
Anon here enjoying the family life of the Kirkland-Bonnefoy! \o/ Fem!France is just oh-so-fun, Arthur in cloak and his fairy friends and the CATERPILLAR BROWS! XDDDDDDDDD
The kids are awesome too! Ah~ Shall await for your next update.
Arthur walked into the dining room still wearing his magical cloak, the hood pulled over his head, conveniently hiding his eyebrows. Alfred and Matthew entered next, the latter with his hair pulled back with one of his mother’s more sensible ribbons, the former sporting a choppy haircut. When Marianne joined her family with the food, she raised an eyebrow at the piece of hair on Alfred’s head that was determined to defy gravity, but chose to leave the matter alone for the time being since his hair looked more or less groomed. She did, however, send a glare at Arthur when she forcefully put his plate down, causing some of the food to end up in his lap. “Désolée mon petit chou,” She said icily before taking her seat, matching Arthur’s returned glare.
The tension in the room was palpable, and the twins quietly poked at their food, not wanting to make more noise than possible. Things might have stayed in a tense limbo had Matthew not dropped his fork. The loud clatter of metal acted as the catalyst that broke the uneasy truce and had Arthur and Marianne up and yelling at each other in a more ancient form of English and French. From what little Alfred and Matthew could understand, their parents were cursing the day they had ever met each other and they had no idea why they were still trying when the other was too stubborn for his (the boys thought it odd that they only used masculine pronouns while arguing, but never worked up the courage to ask why) own good. Feeling uncomfortable, the boys attempted to leave the dining room, but their movement reminded their parents that they were still in the room and, red faced and panting, the older Nations retook their seats and attacked their food, acting as if nothing had happened.
“So, Alfred, did you ever find out what happened to le lapin that used to come around?” Marianne asked a moment later, giving the boy a small smile.
Alfred shrugged, shoving a bite in his mouth. “I don’t know, never found him,” He said around a mouthful of food.
“Alfred. Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Arthur scolded, slightly amazed that the boy could still be understood what that much food in his mouth. A worthless talent sure, but unique none-the-less.
“Ugh, fine, father,” Alfred said around another bite of food, smirking at the angry look on his father’s face. His smirk disappeared an instant later when he felt Matthew’s elbow dig sharply into his side…again.
“Don’t you think he’s annoyed enough? Do you really have to antagonize him?” His timid brother whispered, silently hoping his father didn’t overhead.
“Of course I do. It’s fun~” Alfred not-really-whispered back, grinning. “Besides, better he’s angry with me than maman,” He continued in a much quieter voice. Matthew nodded in reluctant agreement.
Arthur cleared his throat, ready to say something else to Alfred when there was a loud crash coming from the back of the house. Arthur and Marianne jumped at the sound, but Alfred let out a very-manly-for-an-eight-year-old scream and was in Arthur’s lap the next instant. “It’s a ghost! I told you the house was haunted!”
Arthur awkwardly patted the boy on the head then attempted to dislodge him, but Alfred only held on tighter. “Alfred, I told you, the ghosts in this house are friendly and don’t like exerting the energy needed to move things. I’m sure it was just a cat or something.” The boy looked unconvinced and Arthur sighed. “Look, let’s go see what it was. If it is a ghost, I promise to protect you, ok?” Alfred nodded and moved off his father’s lap, but refused to let go of his hand as they followed Marianne and Matthew out of the room. Arthur shook his head in bewilderment at the older twin’s reaction. For such a brave child, Alfred was surprisingly easily scared.
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French translations:
Désolée: Sorry
Mon petit chou: A term of endearment. Literally translates to "My little cabbage"
le lapin: The rabbit
The character limit. Such a pain in the butt XD
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The kids are awesome too! Ah~ Shall await for your next update.
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