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“i am alfrie where is mama noo i am going to cry my soppy baby tears noo mama come where are you i miss you mama” a sad baby alfie cries out in the scary vast greenlands where the grass is taller than alfred himself. hes so scared and going to cry noo al.. he cannot hear his mama coming back from plucking berries because the grass is simply too overwhelming. “mama!!!” he calls out one final time, before letting the sadness take over and tears roll down his chibi face.
alfred thought that he was going to die alone without mama, and that made him cry even more. he couldnt imagine a world without his mama. he really did love him. he then thought of his papa and brother leaving him as well, and that was also sad. he cared more about his mama though.
he started stress chewing on the grass near him, which eventually lead to him eating it all, leaving a patch of grass missing. he was also going to pass out from the unbearable heat in the middle of spring, which is very hot for a child!
it was so sad. it would make any empath cry. from where arthur was, however, he couldnt hear the poor americans cries, so he didnt know his baby was missing him. after he filled his basket with raspberries, strawberries, blueberries and cherries he finally went back to where he left al. “alfie.. where are you??” arthur calls out, wondering in the tall grass.
he recognizes the alfred when he walks a bit more north, and sees that theres a patch of grass just simply missing, and a tiny, baby alfred in the middle, with fresh tears still falling and grass still being ate. arthur thought it was quite humorous, but also saddening to see his child such a mess.
“nooo alfie dont cry mama is here shh shh..” arthur cradles alfred, holding him with such security, making sure he’ll never let go of him. he also felt so bad that he couldnt help him sooner. “now hush little bebe dont you cry everythings going to be alright.. los pollitos dicen pio pio pio…” none of the songs he was singing to alfred would help, so he resorted to singing the melodies instead while slightly rocking him.
alfreds crying came to a stop after arthur started singing “twinkle twinkle little star”, which was weird because alfred usually didnt like being sung that song. he grabbed a thin, linen blanket from his back pocket, wrapping alfred to ensure that he was safe with mama. england gave soft kisses to alfies head, shifting him to his left arm so he could carry his basket. after he got settled, he walked back to his and francis’ cottage. the wall was not that far, just a bit tedious since alfred was a 9 ounce baby after all, but arthur didn’t mind. he found the breeze from the lukewarm air was comforting, and the tenderness of caring for his child truly made his heart melt. arthur observed the cottage, and how it had overgrown and thriving plants, obviously cared for gingerly, a stone walkway that each brick was squeezed so tightly together it would never fall apart, and a frenchman teaching his son how to do things with such feminine delicacy. it was something that arthur loved seeing after searching far and low for things his husband needed. once arthur had arrived to his humble abode, the sound of water dripping from a canister softly awoken alfred, who was still sleepy. arthur walked inside the house and placed down his basket on their kitchen counter, then cooing him to sleep once more. when arthur went back outside, his other son, matthew had ran up to him, almost tripping in the process. “mamaa where were you i was so sad without you!!” matthew slightly whispered. matthew had also gone into arthurs embrace and they were all one big happeh famileh