Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Note: I would be using their character names, mostly. This is an AU fic—a very AU one. Also, I would like to apologize early for any out of character behaviour and/or poor plotting.

Warning: This is a BL (BoysLove) fic. If you are not interested or strongly against it, I insist that you should look for something else to read. Thank You.

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Taking in a deep breath of the sea water's air, Arthur looked ahead of him to see that they were finally on their way back to land. He wondered quietly to himself on what this new country would look like—this is his first time to travel to that nation, after all. The Englishman stifled a yawn as he walked back to his cabin to check on the other two who were accompanying him in this trip.

Feeling the slight sways of the ship, he made his way inside the wooden vessel to a door that had a number carved on it. Opening it slowly, the door made an annoying creak—there goes going into the room perfectly unnoticed. Quickly giving up on the door, Arthur pushed the door in a way that it almost flew off from its hinges. The abused access stopped just before it could collide with the wall, thankfully.

Casually going inside and closing the door behind him, the Englishman could see that the two children were still sleeping on the bed—one was still sleeping soundly while the other one had just woken up. Rubbing his eyes lazily, the child that just woke up looked at the man with a sleepy smile on his face. "Good morning." The voice was soft—almost angelic.
"It's actually the afternoon right now, Matthew. Did I wake you up?"
"No. I was already awake just before you came in."
"Alright—would you mind waking your brother up?"
"Ok."

Walking to the table by the corner of the room, Arthur started fixing the small mound of papers scattered around. He soon sat down at the chair found under the surface and started writing some things on the papers. After finalizing the documents for permitting foreign entry, he turned his head back to feel a sharp sting on his cheek—the other child who was just sleeping a minute ago was now smiling goofily to himself; he triumphantly held up the finger that assaulted the other. "I got you again!"
"Was there a certain need to do that, Alfred?"
"Of course there is!"
"How so?"
"It proves that I could be a great ninja someday!"
"Again with all that—where did you get all this 'ninja business' from, anyways?"
"Francis told me all about them before we left."
"Have I not told you that he would just fill your heads with dim-witted thoughts?"
"Unlike what you keep telling me, Françis told me that these people were real—they were real warriors! He saw them himself when he went there."
"What makes you think that what I'm telling you isn't as great as his?"
"You keep telling us that faeries and unicorns exist, but I don't see anything!"
"That is simply because you don't know how to approach them—"
"You're just lying—"
"—why you, ungrateful little brat."

Finally being noticed after so many gentle requests to stop, Matthew was seen holding onto Alfred's arm asking him and Arthur to end all this bickering. Considering the other child's quiet plea, the Englishman apologised reluctantly and soon told the two small boys to go have a bath. "I can't take a bath with Matty! It's disgusting!" Alfred protested with a sordid look on his face.
"We might dock soon and we still have not eaten anything—"
"—we could eat at a nearby shop—"
"—I'm hearing enough from you. You two are just brothers, for God's sake. Besides, everything would be faster this way and you two could easily fit in the same tub. Now get going and stop complaining."

Ignoring the rest of the American child's whining, Arthur started packing up all their belongings in their luggage—it was two large black bags and one small red one. Finishing his job by finally packing the small stuffed animal in the red bag, the Englishman saw that the two boys were almost done changing into the clothes that had been set out.

As they were about to go out of their room, a voice boomed from one end of the hall telling everyone in their rooms that it was already time to go. Hearing Alfred mumble words of annoyance for not eating yet, Arthur could only sigh in the same annoyance and grabbed all their belongings—he gave the small bag to Matthew.

The Canadian child opened the bag quickly to see that his friend was safely secured inside. With a relieved smile on his face, Matthew held on to one of Arthur's hands as the three of them walked out of the boat together—Alfred was on the other child's side; he was looking in amazement at his new surroundings.

As Arthur showed the documents to one of the officers standing by, they went to a store that served food—Alfred ate more than he could chew, so the other two had to eat everything else. "I told you not to eat so many things, you twit." The Englishman scolded the small American.

They soon found a carriage to take them to a hotel that Arthur had already made arrangements with. "Remember to behave here, the both of you—especially you, Alfred."
"Why is it only me?! Matty can be noisy too!"
"There won't be much children around the place we are staying at—just other men, and I know you long enough to say that you'll be the most troublesome."
"That's not fair."
"If you would only act properly, I will reconsider what I have just said—"
"I'll show you, then—"

Alfred turned his attention to his quiet brother; Matthew's face slightly flushed at the abrupt attention he was given. "I can be as good as Matty, right?" He gave out a determined smile at the other child.
"I-if you say so—"
"You don't believe me?"
"I didn't... mean it that way—"
"Well, I can do it—"

The tiny American faced the tallest of the three with the same eager look on his face. "I'll be so good at it—it would make you think I'm another person!" Arthur only had a smug look on his face at hearing what the boy had said.
"I'm looking forward to it."

Looking out at the scenery passing by, Arthur quietly congratulated himself for putting the child under control; he nearly laughed out loud at his easy feat of victory.

He's brilliant—damn brilliant. A self-proclaimed genius, you could say.

When they arrived at the building, the Englishman wasn't surprised at the other men's looks on their faces—they expressions were the ones that clearly say that there would be trouble since two children are going to stay over; they were boys, nonetheless. Just as Arthur had hoped for, fortunately, those two boys were well behaved for the whole duration from getting the keys from the front desk, going to their room and unpacking their things.

The room was gloriously quiet that night—it was just what Arthur needed after going through such a long trip from his home at London to all the way in the new world of Japan.

This would be a nice trip. He believed so, anyways.

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I'm back.

No immediate ArthurKiku interaction, sorry—
Ha ha.