Part of the Family (F.A.C.E. Family X Reader 2)

   "W-What do you mean?" You asked, tears welling up in your eyes. Arthur opened his mouth to respond, but Alfred beat him to it.

"Your mommy's the bad guy." He said simply. You shook your head no, the tears finally falling.

"She's not a bad guy. She's the-the goodest good guy ever." Your voice faltered, though. Could she really be the bad guy? Your mom had always taken care of you and loved you, why would she be bad?

"We should probably be going, poppet. It's getting dark." Arthur said after a few minutes of silence. You nodded silently and got into the car.

"This is gonna be so awesome, _____! You can stay in my room and we'll play video games and eat hamburgers!" Alfred cheered as his father buckled you all into the car.

"Don't infect the poor girl with your bad habits." Arthur chided teasingly. You smiled for the first time since you began searching the playground.



*England's POV*



   "Angleterre, who is this petite fille?" Francis asked when I brought _____, Alfred, and Matthew into the house. I was about to respond, but noticed the children listening to the conversation.

"Boys, why don't you show _____ your room?" I suggested somewhat suspiciously. Alfred grinned and dragged the others up the stairs. "That's a blood- a blooming safety hazard!" I yelled up to them. Francis chuckled.

"Anyhow, that girl's name is _____. When the twins and I were at the park they saw her looking around for her mother. Turns out her mum had left her there hours ago and _____'s been looking for her ever since." I explained. "I couldn't leave her there, it was getting dark out, so I brought her home."

Francis nodded and stirred the pot he had on the stove.

"You did the right thing, mon amour. Do you think we should take care of her until her mother comes back?" He asked. I frowned.

"You couldn't possibly think she would come back for _____, could you? She abandoned her!" I responded. Francis smiled knowingly.

"I'll have to make an extra serving of dinner. We can pull out the cot until we get a bed for her."



*Back to your POV*



   You and Alfred groaned as Matthew won for the third time.

"I told you we shouldn't have played NHL!" Alfred said to you. "Mattie always wins at hockey." You shrugged as he set up another round.

"It's okay, I don't mind losing. It's still fun." You replied with a smile. Matthew grinned as the virtual referee blew the whistle to start.

"Good." He said, significantly louder than his usual voice. "Because you're gonna lose."

And, of course, you did. No one could beat Mattie at NHL. You remained a good sport as the three of you continued playing. Right when Matthew was about to win yet another round, the man from earlier popped into the room.

"It is time for dinner! Come, before it gets cold." He said, ushering all of you downstairs. You looked up at him, wondering why he was being so nice. Not just him, but all of them. Alfred, Matthew, Arthur...they were all being so kind. He smiled warmly at you, and as if reading your mind he said "Don't worry, mon petit _______. Consider yourself part of the family."