(request) Husband!EnglandXMother!Reader

"ALFRED!!"

Young Alfred looked at you, his mother. "What did I do?"

You were fuming. One of your sweet little angels, your children had just done something you had warned them not to do, many times before. Your oldest son had just CUSSED. "Alfred F. Kirkland! You know very well what I am mad about!" 9yea I made him and Canada kirklands for the sake of the story)

"But mama!" Alfred pouted. "Dad does it all the time!"

You were taken aback. Arthur had always told you he would never use dirty words around the boys, but here was Alfred, claiming he did it all the time. Now you reached a new level of anger, one that would put that creep Ivan to shame.

Matthew, your youngest whimpered. "A-Alfred..... I think mama's angry...."

Alfred didn't answer, he was two busy running down the hall, for the sake of his butt, which would be nice and red after you were through with him. Matthew took off after him, complaining all the way.

You looked around, and saw the skillet Elizaveta had given you, the same one you were about to cook with. Rage spilling out from your very core, you grabbed it and marched to your husband's study, where you knew he was working on important documents.

"There is always a little time for a BREAK...."

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"Oh Arthur~!"

Arthur Kirkland looked up with a jolt when you cooed from outside his door. Your tone was different, and he almost thought you were Natalia for a moment. He gulped. "Y-Yes...?"

Slowly, you let the door creak open, revealing you and letting your dark aura flow into the room. Arthur dropped his pen. _-_______...? W-What is it?" He loved you, yes, but you were terrifying when mad, and now that anger was directed at him, for a reason he did not know.

"Guess what, HONEY~? Alfred just said a naughty word, and he said he learned it from YOU!" You casually waved the skillet around, and Arthur's eyes followed it warily.

"_-_-______....... I-I might have slipped up sometime... b-but don't be mad! I-It happens to everyone!" He pleaded, his emerald eyes paniced.

You closed the door behind you, grinning evily.

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"Hey papa, why is there a black spot around your eye?" Alfred asked, squating at the dinner table, his rear end too sore to sit on.

Arthur twitched in annoyance. "Boys, listen to me."

Both Alfred and Matthew looked up from the roast you had pepared for dinner. You continued eating, a smile on your lips as you listened to your husband.

"Boys, never cuss. I know that I slipped up, like a bloody-"

You gave him a look. That one wasn't technically a cuss word, but you did not approve of your angels learning that on either. You stared at him a moment, fork halfway to your mouth, your eyes boring into Arthur's very soul.

He gulped. "Er... like an idiot. but cussing is wrong, so you don't do it, okay?" Arthur lookeed directly at Alfred, who smiled.

"Okay, papa!"

Everyone went back to eating. While the boys were concentrated on their food, you leaned in and whispered to Arthur. "I'll take care of your black eye after dinner."

Arthur nodded and continued devouring the meal, just like his children.

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"Sorry about that.."

You handed your husband and icepack. He grunted and placed it on his swollen eye, wincing as the cold ice cam into contact with it. "it is alright, love. I suppose I deserved this, teaching Alfred that word."

You smiled softly as you made him some hot tea. "Yeah, well, maybe I HAVE been hanging around with Elizaveta too much."

He chuckled and stood behind you, hand on our shoulder. "Don't worry about it ______. But you must take things a little slow.' He moved his hand to your stomach, buging slightly, but not enough to be seen yet. "After all, yo have another angel to protect."

You placed your hand on his and kissed your English husband's cheek. "Your right. Soon I'll wont even get up of the couch!"

You handed Arthur his tea and se sat down on the same couch you had just mentioned. "Did the doctor say anything yet?"

You laughed and sat down beside him. "yes, he did. it will be another boy!"

Arthur's smile widened as he set down his tea and pulled you into a warm embrace. "That's wonderful, ______! Have you thought of a name yet?"

Snuggling into his chest, you kissed his cheek once again. "I was thinking of Peter? How does that sound?"

"Perfect, just perfect."

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"Mama's going to have a baby!?"

You and Arthur jumped up to find Matthew and Alfred, standing in their PJs and mouths agape. those shocked expressions turned to joy. Alfred turned to his little brother. "Did 'ya hear that, matt?! We're gonna be big brothers!"

"Y-yeah... that's cool!" Both boys began to dance around the room, well Alfred did the dancing while dragging timid little matthew around with him. "Big brothers! big brothers!"

You looked at Arthur, who was smiling at his sons. "Yeah. Big brother.

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