A/N Oh. My. God. I wrote a fan fiction. No, I didn't only write it, I posted it. -dies- This is so unlike me. Uhg. Well, it's my first fanfic nontheless, so you have to be nice or you won't get a cookie. ~

Anyway, this was inspired from reading a bunch of AU-fics where Matthew and Alfred are twins. But that would mean that one of them had to come from the same country as the other, and from that I got this weird scene playing in my head about how Alfred found out the -well, sort of- truth.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters used. If I did, I would probably mess up world history.

Alfred adjusted the lens to the telescope.

Perfect!

He was well prepared for the meteor shower that was going to take place tomorrow night; it was all he had waited for since he found a weird psychic's book at the library, where it had been written that during exactly this meteor shower an alien would land on the planet. Now, Alfred wasn't a fan of psychics and such, but his greatest wish had been to meet an alien ever since he was a little boy, and now he may finally have a chance of doing so.

"Alfred? Are you up?" a mellow but yet anxious voice called.

It was his twin brother Matthew. Matthew was very kind, but he wasn't often noticed because of Alfred. They looked alike, aside from their hair, Matthew had a more curly hair that their father had designed for him. Alfred was more loud and troublesome, therefore, quiet little Matthew didn't often get any attention. Sometimes even their own parents forgot him, but most of the time they just thought he was Alfred, causing him to take the consequences of Alfred's radical actions more than once.

Alfred grunted and opened the door.

"Yeah, breakfast yet?"

"Ah… yes, but mother's making it so…"

Alfred wrinkled his nose.

"I don't want it then."

He was just about to close his door again, thinking about how he could buy something to eat before school started, when Matthew stopped him.

"Please Alfred… she's in a really bad mood so…"

Alfred sighed. He and his brother were adopted at a small enough age to not remember a life where they lived anywhere else, but their adoptive parents weren't exactly… normal. Their father was a blonde, bearded man; he was working for a fashion magazine, and never wore any clothes that wasn't 'in'. He always seemed to pull roses from out of nowhere - even if they had no such plants anywhere in the house. Well, there had been once, but their mother refused to water it and no one else bothered either, so it died. He was also sometimes… perverted, to pretty much everything that moved. But he wasn't home that much, and when he was he actually treated his two sons pretty kindly.

Their mother was strict and serious. But she had the biggest eyebrows ever, she was the world's worst cook, and she believed in all sorts of weird things like unicorns, fairies and trolls. Alfred had noted the days when she was supposed to have her period so that he could plan to live at his friend's during that time.

But even though the family wasn't really normal, Alfred liked it there.

He finally agreed and followed his brother down to the kitchen, if he was lucky he could try to talk himself out of eating it all, and then go eat breakfast at the McRonalds that was about a five minute walk from his school.

In the kitchen, his mother was serving burned scones at their respective plates, together with a cup of tea.

"Mum? Could I get coffee instead?" Alfred said carefully, he really couldn't face school if he didn't have caffeine in his body, but his mother just glared at him.

"Caffeine is bad for your health." she said with a low tone.

"I know… but can I?"

"No."

"But Mum…"

"Isn't it beautiful weather outside?" Matthew said to disrupt the chances of an argument.

"No, it's snowing." Alfred pouted.

"But snow's nice!"

"Just because you're Canadian…"

"But Alfred, you're my twin brother. If I'm Canadian that means you are too!"

Suddenly a silence befell on the room. Alfred was staring widely into nothing. What?

"Martin" their mother said, not even caring enough to get the name right. "Go to your room."

Matthew looked a bit hurt, but still happy to have an excuse not to eat the burned scones, and rose from the chair and ran towards his room to make himself ready for school.

"Mum… is that true?"

"No… well… you're almost fifteen, it's time you should know…" she refused to look at her son, and instead focused her eyes on the green teacup she was drinking from.

"Am I Canadian?"

"… yes."

Alfred rose, and got the chair to fall down in the process. Then he ran to his room, ignoring his mother, who were crying out his name.

'It's not true, it's not true, it's not true.'

He locked the door, and looked around. On the walls there were Warvel-posters of all his heroes, the ones that he had dreamed of becoming like, on the desk was a picture of him eating a burger, and he had shelves filled with movies about aliens and wars.

This couldn't be true.

He covered his face in his hands and curled himself to a ball.

This couldn't be true…


A/N: Poor Alfred. :( Can't be easy finding out you are Canadian.

P.S: Fear the might of Arthurina's period!