A/N: This got a lot more attention that I thought it ever would. Thank you!

A string of rings from the door bell was a dead give away. It was every single time.

"Uncle Gilbert!" Amelia shrilled and bounded for the door. Alfred was able to get to her before she swung the door open randomly.

"Amelia, you can't just go around opening doors. What if it's a spy posing as Uncle Gilbert?" Alfred gasped as though he had made the biggest discovery of all mankind. Gilbert was a fake. To Amelia, it was a big discovery. She almost let the bad guy fool her.

"Then I'll ask the secret question!" She pressed her lips against the crack of the door.

"Who's there?" Amelia immediately pressed her ear to the door.

"Your Uncle Gilbert. Let me in already?" The white haired man was crouching next to the door, his lips pressed against the door as well.

"Then, what's does Uncle Gilbert not like about himself?" Amelia asked the door, secretly proud of herself for remembering the question.

Gilbert burst into laughter. This must be a trick. "Nothing. You know why? Cause I'm fucking awesome!" The man stood up, puffed out his chest and resumed laughing. Amelia giddy with anticipation, looked at her Daddy to make sure she could open the door. Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. Gilbert didn't always have a filter. Hopefully, Arthur didn't hear what Gilbert said...but with the volume his friend spoke at, it was highly unlikely.

"Uncle Gilbert!" Amelia jumped into her uncle's arms and Gilbert tossed her into the air a couple of times.

"How is my favorite niece?" Gilbert caught Amelia and spun her around. The little girl screeched and clung onto the man. After calming down, Amelia leaned forward to whisper in her Uncle's ear.

"I have a secret question to ask you about Dad and Daddy." She covered her mouth in glee. She was being so secretive. Gilbert's eyes started to twinkle. This girl was taking after him! Though Arthur probably wouldn't appreciate the rebellious streak, Gilbert thought it was the best thing.

"After we eat, I'll answer that question of yours." Gilbert put the girl back down on the ground. Amelia's face lit up and she ran off. She knew Uncle Gilbert would keep him word. He always did. "Now where is my adorable nephew!" The white haired male boomed into the living room. Instead of being confronted with an adorable baby boy with the biggest cheeks, he faced a very angry and also short British man.

"Gilbert Beilschmidt!"

"Yes!" The man ended up standing up straight, feet together, and almost saluted. He hated when Arthur did this.

"When you are anywhere near my children, I expect you to be a role model. That includes foul language. If I hear another curse leave your mouth, you will no longer be welcomed anywhere near Amelia and Junior." Although in other circumstances Arthur chastising with his hands on his hips would have been ridiculous, when it came to his children, it was a landmine. One wrong step and he'd be eradicated. Well, it seemed like he was the only who got this treatment. His brother Ludwig never was nagged by Arthur.

"Roger, sir." Gilbert stood stiff until Alfred finally came to save him. That asshole. He waited on purpose.

"He understands, Artie. Now stop killing him with your mind. He's here to have fun, not die early." Alfred grabbed his friend's arm and lead him into the dining room, kissing Arthur's cheek as he passed by. Appeased, Arthur went back to what he was doing before: ironing. Secretly, Gilbert was glad the British man had decided to put the iron down before confronting him about vulgar language.

Alfred was in the kitchen getting dinner ready. There was an abundance of smells wafting from the kitchen. None of them was the harsh smell of burning food.

"Hey, Gil. Still alive I see." Alfred opened the oven to check on his meatloaf. Not burnt.

"Thanks for the rescue, Friend." Gilbert hit Al on the shoulder, and they laughed together.

Dinner went mildly well. Gilbert and Junior ended up having a contest on who could be the most gross. Junior won. According to Alfred that is. Arthur thought both deserved an award. It was almost humanely impossible to be that gross. But his little boy and Gilbert had pulled it off. Amelia AND Alfred had eaten all their greens. Though Alfred seemed to struggle more than Amelia. However, it could have been all a ruse to get Amelia to eat her greens since she was more tough than her Dad. There wasn't a food fight this time. Mostly because Arthur had given Gilbert the run down before dinner started.

Now was the hard part: getting Amelia and Junior ready for bed. Most evenings would consist of screaming and chasing before either Alfred or Arthur got a hold of the children. When Gilbert was over, it was mostly hiding but still the same amount of effort.

Both Alfred and Arthur were slowly closing in on their children, readying themselves for Amelia and Junior to make a run for it...but they never did. Instead, Amelia grabbed Gilbert by the hand and pulled him to the bathroom.

"Okay, Uncle Gilbert. Time to clean up. You're a total mess. Dad and Daddy can go do whatever grownups do. Byebye!" Amelia waved with her other hand and dragged the confused albino to the bathroom, Junior waddling after.

All three adults didn't understand what was going on. Amelia wanted to get ready? Well, granted Gilbert was a mess, and she was her Daddy's child. Though Gilbert didn't understand why he was not included from the "grownup" category.

"Gil, will you be alright helping them clean up?" Alfred called after his friend.

"Take a bath with them too. Alfred can lend you some clothes," said Arthur, who was less concerned about Amelia and glad she recognized Gilbert's filth.

"I'll be okay. I'm awesome with kids anyways!" Gilbert yelled out the door before Amelia slammed it closed.

"Gosh, you shouldn't scream in the bathroom, Uncle Gil. Daddy says it's not polite to yell." Amelia sat Junior on his training potty seat.

"Uh...sorry kiddo." Gilbert was abashed. Amelia was too much like Arthur when she got bossy.

"Now, I hope you know how to multi-task." Amelia wagged her finger at her uncle.

"Did you learn that word from Arthur? I swear, he's such an old man. So not awesome." Gilbert rolled his eyes.

"It doesn't matter! I want to ask my secret question now." Amelia lowered her voice and leaned in closer. Simply trying to hear little Amy better, Gilbert leaned in close as well.

"What is your oh so secret question?"

"Why is Dad and Daddy the cutest couple in the yearbook?"

"And your Daddy won't tell you? Kesesesesese."

Amelia shook her head with a pout. "He won't tell me everything. But I need to know!"

Gilbert could guess why Arthur didn't say anything...which lead into the reason why Alfred probably wasn't able to say more. Arthur was such a shy bastard when it came to all this love business. Gilbert couldn't stop giggling to himself. This meant that if he told Amelia than she would be able to talk to Arthur about it and make him uncomfortably embarrassed. AND since it was his own daughter, he couldn't get mad at her or nothing.

"Well, if you need to know, I have to be a good uncle and tell you, right?"

"Right!" Amelia jumped up and hugged her uncle. "Sosososo? What happened?"

"You know how your Daddy is kinda bossy?"

"He's suuuper bossy!" Amelia covered her mouth and giggled. Junior laughed with his sister.

"Well, he used to much more bossier than now."

"Noooooo wayyyy!" Amelia looked in disbelief at her brother who imitated her confused look.

A/N: DONE. omg I thought this chapter would never be published. I've been itching to publish two other new stories but had to remind myself I still have two I haven't updated...both of them being USUK fanfics...whoops.

So from here on out it's going to be a flashback.