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"We're home!" Alfred yelled as if it was somebody waiting for them. The house had been empty for hundreds of years so the dust was a thick layer on the floor.

"Stop shouting, you bloody git, you're waking ___." Arthur hissed through his teeth, nodding at the child in his arms.

During the long way to the house, she had fallen asleep, and the four brothers had decided that they'd be raising her as their little sister.

They had done it before, so why wouldn't they be able to do it again? And let's not mention the fact that they managed to kill the last one, alright?

___ sighed in her sleep and started to move around in Arthurs arms.

The brothers all froze, afraid that they'd waken her, but she continued to sleep.

Francis smiled. "Awww... She'z zo adorabl'!"

He reached out his hand and petted her head a little. "Like a petite chat (little cat)"

She snapped her eyes open at the touch.

"Oh, great job, frog. You woke her up!" Arthur said and grinned his teeth.

"Dav? (what?)" ___ asked with a confused face.

"___, listen." Matthew said and she looked at him.

"We..." He waived his arm at himself and his brothers.

"In. (you.)" ___ said.

"...don't..." He shook his head and looked sad.

She nodded, telling him that she understood.

"...understand..." He now looked really confused and scratched his head.

She nodded again.

"...what you..." He pointed at ___.

"...are saying." He said and move his hand as if it was talking.

She nodded again, understanding what he was trying to tell her. They didn't understand your language.

"Jeko. (Okay.)" She said with a smile and they sighed. They really had to learn you English... And possibly also French.
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"Okay, ___." Arthur said.

"Jeko!" She smiled adorably at him.

"First off: Okay= Jeko." Alfred said and wrote it down on the blackboard.

'1: Okay=Jeko.' It said.

"O-Kay." ___ said, loud and clear.

"That's correct!" Arthur said and gave her a thumbs up.

He now pointed at a table. "That's a TABLE." He said, and said 'table' really loud so that ___'d understand it was called that.

"Tay-bl." She said.

Alfred wrote it down on the board.

"Alright, next up is this." Arthur said as he pointed at his chair.

"CHAIR." He said.

"Ch-err...?" ___ asked, slightly confused.

"Ch- air." Arthur sighed. "You do not pronounce the 'r'..."

"Yeah, you do, dude!" Alfred said.

"You pronounce it like 'cheer'." He continued.

"I thought we agreed that she should learn the queen's English." Arthur argued.

They continued to fight the rest of her lesion and in the end, three months later, she spoke a mix of the two.

Still not able to talk fluently in English, she switched between English and her own language, annoying her new older brothers almost all the way to death.

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"___. How many times do I have to tell you to talk English?" Arthur sighed as ___ tried to have a conversation with him on her native language.

"Many!" She replied with a huge grin.

Arthur sighed.

"G'morning." Alfred said as he yawned and sat down at the table.

Arthur looked at his watch. "You do realise it's already past noon?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, maybe you could try and wake up a little earlier?" Arthur replied.

"Why?"

Arthur grinned his teeth and turned to ___. "Well then, love. What do you want for lunch?" He asked with a smile.

The girl looked at him for a few seconds, trying to understand what he said, and then she smiled. "Anything good, Artie!"

She were the only person in the whole wide world who were allowed to call him that, because he found it adorable.

He continued to smile at his little sister. "So scones would be alright?"

She looked at him, confused. "What's a 'scones'"?

"Uh... You'll see, love."

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"Zo let me get zis straight." Francis said.

"You cooked 'er lunch and managed to poison 'er?"

Arthur looked down on his feet. "Yes..."

"But surely, you already knew that you can't cook? Right?" Matthew asked.

"There's nothing wrong with my cooking!" Arthur yelled. "One of the ingredients must have been out of date or something!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Alfred muttered as he glanced towards the room that the nurse had brought you in.

The door opened and the nurse came out.

"Hello!" The nurse said with a smile.

"Hello."

"So, your sister is alright. She just needs to rest for a day or two, and then she'll be alright." The nurse explained.

"So she can come home today?" Matthew asked.

The nurse smiled. "Yes."

"Oh! And by the way." The nurse exclaimed as they started to walk into the room ___ was in.

"She wore this bracelet, so I figured that you might want to take care of it until she wakes up." The nurse said and put the bracelet in Alfred's extended hand.

The nurse walked away, leaving the four brothers alone.

"A bracelet, huh?" Alfred said.

"What does it look like?" Arthur asked and walked up to his younger brother.

"Oui, I'm curious." Francis said an walked over there too, leaving Matthew alone on the other side of the room.

"Wait for me guys!" He yelled, but very quietly.

"Huh... That's weird..." Alfred mumbled as he examined the bracelet.

"What's weird, Al?" Matthew asked.

But then he saw it. The bracelet was made of silver, a nice round, pretty heavy, bracelet. Way too precious for a little kid to wear. And on the bracelet, with golden text, there was an inscription. Alfred read out loud.

"Dude, this is weird…’ I'm getting a second chance’...?"