So I got this idea awhile ago, but didn't get around to typing it until now. Sorry dudes. I'm a slow writer xDDD Anyways, enjoy the chapter, and tell me what you think of it! xDDD

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia! It belongs to Hidakez Himaruya! xDD

"Artie," America started as he turned to his lover. "I can do this. You have to trust me."

"Alfred!" England said sternly, trying to keep his tears at bay. "I can't let you go! What if you don't come back?!"

"Don't think that way."

England threw his arms around America, his tears finally spilling over.

"Fine, but just make sure to come home, okay?"

"I will. I promise," America said as he planted a small kiss on England's lips.

And with that, America walked out of the house, closing the door behind him, and got into the car that was waiting for him.

"You all ready?" Canada asked, as he started pulling out of the driveway.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" America replied enthusiastically. But in reality, he wasn't ready. He didn't want to leave. But he had to.

Canada and America were going to fight in the war in Iraq. Well, only America was, at first, but then Canada decided to go with. He hated it when his brother had to go to war alone. Like England, he was afraid that America wouldn't return.

Canada drove to the airport, and the ride there was silent. Neither of them felt like talking. As soon as they arrived, America hopped out, and began retrieving his and Canada's things from the trunk, carrying them all in one arm.

"Stop showing off!" Canada said, "People are staring! You can't use your super strength everywhere!"

America laughed obnoxiously, waving his brother off. "C'mon, Mattie! Let me have some fun! We're going off to war, for crying out loud!"

Canada rolled his eyes as they both neared security. Ugh...always such a hassle. One of the security guards stopped them, giving them weird glances.

"Can I see some I.D.'s?" he asked.

"Sure, dude!" America exclaimed as he pulled out his I.D, flashing it to the officer. Canada did the same.

"Alfred F. Jones and Matthew Williams, huh?" he said. "You sure you two aren't related?"

"Hard to explain...," Canada said.

"LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 196 TO IRAQ!" was heard over the intercom.

"Well, would you look at that!" America said, "There's our flight!"

"You two going to war?" the officer gasped.

America rubbed his neck sheepishly, "Yeah. We better get going!" he said, and he and Canada began walking off to their flight.

The North American twins had arrived at their camp in Iraq, and were immediately sent off on a mission as soon as they unpacked. They were sent to spy on the nearby enemy camps, and gather all the information they could. America wanted to shout as loud as he could, declaring that he was the Hero, but he knew that now wasn't the time. So many people underestimated his good judgement, which he had a lot of, really. He knew that he had to be mature now. This wasn't just any war between him and another nation. This war involved not only the people here, but his people back at home. He had to be careful if he was going to keep his citizens safe.

So with that, America urged Canada along with him, and they both worked their way silently to the enemy's nearby base camp. When they reached it, America put his finger to his lips and looked at Canada, making sure that he knew they needed to be absolutely silent. Canada rolled his eyes. Of course he knew.

The two nations snuck around, and observed the people of the camp. They were wearing simple clothes, and looked very poor. Canada and America made a silent agreement on a plan. They were going to disguise themselves and infiltrate the camp to obtain information.

All in all, the mission was very simple. The two nations gathered the needed information, succeeding in their mission. They brought the vital information that they had obtained to their commander. The two were praised, and sent off to their barracks to relax until evening meal.

"Ya know, this isn't as hard as I thought it would be!" America said to Canada as they entered their room.

"Well, that was only our first mission...it was probably a test of sorts for us. They don't know...about us," Canada said.

America waved him off, "Don't get down, Mattie! That just means we'll pass each mission more easily!"

"But that also means that we will be put into more and more dangerous situations. And we could also be found out. Walking 10 miles on foot with 100 pounds of equipment on your back isn't the easiest thing for a normal human."

America sighed. Why did Canada have to go and get him depressed like this?

"Okay, Mattie, can we just stop talking about this? I know the risks, but I'm sure we'll be fine. After all, we can't die unless our capitals are burned down."

"Which very well could happen if you make one wrong move!" Canada said, exasperated. Why couldn't Alfred take anything seriously?!

America turned his back to Canada as he unpacked some of his things and put them in their proper places. Canada followed his lead.

"I'm starving, bro!" America exclaimed, mainly to fill the silence between himself and Canada.

"I'm sure we'll get called for dinner soon," Canada replied calmly as he placed his hockey stick against the wall.

America saw this. "You brought your...hockey stick?" he asked. "Why in the world would you need that?"

"You never know when you'll need a hockey stick," Canada said, shrugging his shoulders.

America laughed, pulling his brother into a bear hug and giving him a noogie.

"H-hey! Let go!" Canada said, protesting and trying to get out of his brother's iron grip, but to no avail.

America laughed again, and dragged his brother off to dinner as the dinner bell rang.

The two entered the meal hall and sat down next to each other. They were getting stares, and people were whispering.

"Did you hear that those two passed their first test? No previous military record, and yet, they get to be spies on their first mission!" Someone exclaimed, not-so-quietly.

"Look how young they are! Success on their first mission! They have so much potential and life ahead of them...it would be a shame if they couldn't leave the battlefield...," Another person said.

Canada's face grew solemn as he heard the gossip around them, but America nudged him playfully, and smiled.

"Ignore them, 'kay? We're successful, and they're underestimating us. Of course we'll come home alive!" America said, a bit louder than he intended. His remark earned him a few sympathetic looks and shakes of the head.

Canada gave him a rare glare and whispered angrily, "Quiet down, Amer-...Alfred! You're only drawing more attention to us!"

"Sorry, Mattie..."

Canada looked away from America and pierced his army food vengefully with his fork.

"That idiot...he's going to get us caught!" Canada thought to himself. It was times like this that he really disliked his brother. Always an attention-whore. How ridiculous.

America noted the look on Canada's face and decided to pipe down, and not talk at all. A truly angry Canadian was a very scary thing, and he didn't want to have to put up with that right now.

The two finished their meal in silence, basking in the light conversation that surrounded them instead. When the two were done, they silently got up together and disposed of their trays, and then returned to their room.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Canada spun on America.

"I am not going to let this go so easily, Alfred!" Canada said, using America's human name, just in case. "What you did was dangerous to both of us! Some people may view it as optimism on your part, but it'll be different when we pass more missions without a scratch! They're already suspicious!"

"B-but," America tried, but Canada didn't give him the chance to speak.

"Seriously! An 18 and a 19 year old in war, already given a larger mission than people in their twenties, and we succeed? Plus, we're 'not related', yet we look so much alike! You need to stop drawing so much attention to yourself!" Canada said, almost on the brink of shouting, which he would be doing, had they not been at war and near others' barracks.

"Okay, okay!" America said, throwing his hands up in surrender.

Canada only glared at him and said, "I'm serious. One wrong move, and you won't be returning to En-...Arthur."

America's heart skipped a beat. "Arthur..." He had to return at all costs. By the time he drew himself out of his thoughts, Canada had already changed and was in bed.

"Turn off the light, will ya?" he asked, his voice still tight with anger.

America obliged, and decided to stay up that night. He needed to be wary, for that Canadian across the room was an angry Canadian. Never anger a Canadian, even if you're their brother. You will not be spared.

The North American brothers were given several more missions, each getting harder and harder. Canada was right, people were getting suspicious that the two were completing all their missions without flaws, when they were supposed to be young and inexperienced.

Their leader thought nothing of it though, so he placed the two on a higher ranking mission. They weren't going to the immediate battlefield yet, but were instead instructed to infiltrate the enemy's second main base.

Canada stressed over their mission, but America babbled all night about it excitedly.

"Oh my god, Mattie, we're going on like, a super important mission! Aren't you excited? I'm excited! For sure!" America said, grinning widely from ear to ear. He didn't even give Canada time to answer his question before he started talking again,

"This is like, so cool! Dude, we are like, SO AWESOME! More awesome than that douche, Prussia!"

Canada interrupted him, "Prussia isn't a douche! He notices me and appreciates my pancakes and maple! Unlike you."

A protest of "Hey!" could be heard from America's mouth, but Canada ignored him.

"And sure I'm excited, Alfred, but this is also really dangerous!" Canada said, then proceeded to lower his voice and say, "And we are supposed to use human names, remember? It's Gilbert, not Prussia."

"Yeah, yeah," America said, waving his brother off. "Whatever."

"Don't 'whatever' me!" Canada said with a scowl.

"Sorry dude, but I'm just so excited!"

"Well, don't get carried away. This mission is important, and dangerous."

"I know," the American said, "But I'll be extra careful!"

"Extra careful, eh?" Canada said, glaring at his brother. America was practically strutting around, acting completely out of the identity that he had stolen.

Canada sighed. At least their stolen identities were twins. Canada leaned and whispered to America,

"Hey, if you're going to act obnoxious, can we at least switch identities? You're supposed to be the shy one."

"Sure dude!" America whispered loudly as he swapped suitcases that held paperwork for their identities with Canada.

Canada facepalmed and followed after his obnoxious brother to their 'workplace'. Their stolen identities' workplace,

As they rounded the corner, Canada sensed trouble. He opened his mouth to warn Alfred,

"Alfred, wait!"

But Alfred had already opened the door to their workroom and instantly, he was shot straight in the heart by a man who knew something was up with the North American twins and their 'identities'.