One Punk Man

Epilogue

"Green or Red?"

Arthur smiled as his small daughter asked him which colour he preferred to grace his arms. Big innocent green eyes stared at him as her little hands held a green and red marker. Why he let her draw his arms? It was very simple, since the small bundle had learned to perceive and analyse her surroundings, she had been quite fascinated by her father's tattoos. She always wanted to colour the empty lines – which had not been tattooed yet – and liked the idea of her father being a living mandala book. She always wanted her dad to have a little drawing of hers on his arm before he would go the work; so he would think of her every time he would look upon it. After she was born, he had gotten a tattoo: the date of her birthday. And after she had discovered her love for her father's body illustrations, he asked the tattooist to make him a lined flower next to the date. The little one could then colour it whenever she loved to. The four year old was the spitting image of her mother, the short black hair, the sweet nature. Only the green eye colour had been inherited from her father.

Her birth was a highlight for the Englishman and his wife; both loved their child dearly, their faces graced with big smiles and proudness whenever they observed her. "What colour do you like, honey?" He asked lovingly, patting his child's head. She thought about it, a crease forming on her forehead before she lightens up again. "Green!" She exclaimed excitingly, "Just like Papa's eyes."

"And just like yours, Arisu," he spoke, the proud grin present on his face.

Sakura's face lit up as she leaned against the door frame of the living room. Her eyes caught the sight of her daughter drawing with her father (well rather painting on her father). She was glad that Arisu was as not as shy as her when she was little; her daughter was more open and Sakura always thought that she must have picked it up from her Aunt Emily. She spoilt the little child with everything she had, just like an aunt should. Right after she and Arthur started dating, the American had always dreamed of becoming an awesome aunt. After finishing High school and University, Arthur had asked Sakura to marry her. The proposing had taken place on their holiday in London. It was a warm evening as Arthur kneeled in front of her; the London eye in the background. It had been a beautiful moment and of course the Japanese had accepted. After telling Emily about it, she had been excited about everything. The American had planned the engagement party, the wedding and the baby shower. After receiving the joyful message that the Japanese was with a child, Arthur almost cried from happiness. He loved children, and having one of his own was an overjoying experience for him (especially having it with the one you love).

Sakura quickly returned to the kitchen as the water started to boil. It was only minutes later that a knock sounded on the door which Sakura opened right afterwards.

"Where is my most favourite girl on the planet?"

Arisu's ears perked up at the voice of her aunt and the small child rushed towards the door, hugging her aunt with a strong grip. "Auntie Emily!"

"That's me, cutiepie," the American kissed her forehead, while her hand was hiding something behind her back. "Are you prepared for something awesome?"

The little one smiled and dragged her aunt to the living room, excited to see what present she would receive. Sakura shook her head with a smile gracing her face, before she greeted another face that waited by the door. "Hello Francis," she said, motioning him to come in. "Bonjour."

After inviting Francis inside, Sakura called Arthur, who in response grumbled.

"Hello, Frog," Arthur said as he approached the Frenchman, who in return grinned liked crazy.

When Arthur had learned of his sister's and Francis engagement, he had a 'little' outburst. "What??? No not that frog," he had exclaimed with furrowed eyebrows, "For Pete's sake, not him." He even accepted the tall Dutchman Tim who had started dating his younger sister Marguerite. But having Francis in the family was too much for the Englishman. The Frenchman was famous for charming the ladies but for several years he and Emily were happily married. He loved her just like she loved him. To Arthur's dismay, the Frenchman still liked to provoke the Brit. When he and Emily officially got married, he had sent him postcards with the greetings of "Bonjour mon frère" or "Family, for ever and always".

Every Christmas gift – which was accompanied with a card – Arthur got from Francis was addressed with them being an inseparable family.

"We are family now, always and forever, dear brother."

Arthur was always trying to compose himself, but Sakura always heard his internal screams. As Arisu turned four years old, Francis told her that she was indeed a beautiful flower just like her mother. And when she would grow up, the boys would fawn over her. Of course Arthur thought that his daughter was the most beautiful girl in the world, but – being a father – did not like that indication. "Stop filling her head with such ideas. No boy will be allowed to even look at her as long as I am here," The Englishman had whispered in Francis' ear.

"As protective as always I see," the Frenchman grinned, winking at him. "Right, brother in law?"

How he hated that expression coming out of the French's mouth. As always, Arthur gritted his teeth, glaring at him before averting his attentions elsewhere. For the present in the room, this was always a funny occurrence; the audience watching them both as if they would have a staging moment.

The most awkward moment that had happened for the Brit, was the time when Arisu asked Uncle Francis how her papa and mama had met. "Well, I was talking to your mother, when he saw her, and right from the start he – "

"I intervened to talk to her," Arthur had interrupted with a flustered face. His daughter did not need to know how exactly they had met. Not when she was so young.

But by now, Arthur had grown a little accustomed to the idea of accepting him in the family.

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Translation:
Bonjour mon frère – hello my brother
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[A/N: I decided to name their child Arisu :D Japanese version of Alice :3. And the thought of Francis being officially family with Arthur was so funny, so I wrote it :P. I hope the Epilogue is okay (I've never written one xD) and I hope the story was to your liking :D I really love this pairing :3]