“(Y/n), pass me the salt please?”
“Yes sir!” You handed your Uncle Arthur said salt, smiling brightly.
“Thank you, poppet.”
“Why can’t we have the TV or some music on?” Alfred whined, next to you.
“It’s the polite thing to do on Thanksgiving, bloody git…”
“Name-calling isn’t very nice, Uncle Iggy!” Matthew smiled.
“Sorry, poppet,” He mumbled, glancing up at you quickly and smiling.
“I would not mind some music either,” Francis said, having swallowed his turkey.
Yep. FACE was spending your first Thanksgiving with you. Upon America’s request.
“KIDS BOP!” You exclaimed.