[Note from the Author: Hey! I'm back with another Hetalia fic! (Even though I have three D. Gray-Man ones under construction ^^; Don't worry, they've all been worked on over the past few days! This idea just wouldn't stop nagging at me x.x)

My last Hetalia fic was a oneshot, but I hope to make this one a multiple chapter one. It is a FACE family fic, so be excited :D I had to write one, seeing as I have read most of the really good ones and wanted to see another one out there. So I figured, why not? Plus my friend has gotten me hooked to Hetalia fanfiction XD

So that's about it for now. I hope you read it and like it. I worked pretty hard on it and tried my best :D

No, I don't own Hetalia. I am just someone who is a lot like Canada.

Happy Readings!

~Kumori]

Chapter One

-Arthur-

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair irritably. "At this rate, we're going to lose this place," I mumbled quietly to myself. I stared blankly at the stack of bills in front of me. There was no way I was going to be able to pay all of them off on my bartender's salary. Ever since that bit- er, my ex wife left me I have been struggling to make ends meet. I work late nights as a bartender, but it doesn't do much other than put food on the table and even that was hard.

I growled and slammed my fists against the table, making it shake and piles of bills topple to the ground. That stupid whore had been cheating on me for almost four years now. I was skeptical, but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe that the one woman I have given everything to for seven years would go behind my back. But of course, she was.

Not only did she cheat on me, but she abandoned me. Just up and left with a note on the bedside table one morning, telling me she is with her lover of three and a half years and was taking my money. I checked my bank account online, only to find it true. She left me with fifty bucks, and that was it. After further inspection, I found that she had packed up everything that she thought was valuable. That stupid little...

When the image of her face surrounded by golden locks and piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind, I snapped. "DAMN HER!" I picked up the nearest small item and chucked it across the room. It shattered above the sink, the shards made a clinking noise as they fell into the metal basin. My teeth ground together tightly, I looked down at the table to see only the pepper shaker there. I guess I must have thrown the salt...

"Daddy? Are you okay?"

I spun around to see my boy Alfred peeking from behind the doorway. His hair was the same color as mine and hung loosely in his face with one stubborn strand that would not go down no matter how many times his mother and I tried to comb it down. His eyes are the same as his mother's, except they shine brighter due to his innocence. Like a newly shined sapphire. He was biting his lip, and he looked like he was shaking a bit.

"I'm okay, Alfred," I tried to say convincingly, but instead it came out tiredly. I sighed and retook my seat that I was sitting in a few moments before and held my arms out. "Come here, son."

Alfred nodded and pattered over to me, his arms outstretched as well. I picked him up and set him on my lap. To comfort him, I ran my fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry about that, Alfred. Dad is just having a hard time right now."

"Is it about Mommy not being home yet?" Alfred asked.

I gulped. I really didn't want to tell him that it was about her. Even though she left us behind, I didn't want Alfred to feel the abandonment I was feeling. When she left us two weeks and three days ago, I had told him that his mother had gone on a trip and would be home soon. I didn't know any better excuses at the time, but I knew that my time was running short until he would become suspicious.

"It's kind of about that," I said as steadily as I could manage. "But Dad is just having some money problems right now, so I am stressed. I'm sorry if I scared you."

Alfred looked up at me with those innocent sapphire hues and frowned. "Can I help make money? I saw Feli and Lovi make a lemonade stand before. They said they were rich from it! Maybe I can do it too?"

I smiled proudly at my son. Even though I knew that the Vargas boys were obviously exaggerating about their profits from a refreshment stand, Alfred was throughly convinced that it could help solve our problems and offered to do it. I ruffled his hair and said, "If you want to make a lemonade stand, you can. But you will put the money in your piggy bank so you can spend it when you want, alright?"

"But I want to help you, Daddy."

My heart swelled at the look of complete determination on my son's face. He really was the only good thing in my life. It may not have seemed that way in the beginning of his short life, but he really was.

He was born when I was only sixteen and his mother fifteen, but I had never seen him as a burden. From the day he came home from the hospital, he was my pride and joy. When he turned one, my parents kicked the three of us out of the house. So at the age of seventeen, I dropped out of high school to find jobs to pay for an old apartment, and my ex dropped out to care for Alfred. It took a few years, but I finally got a job as a bartender and she designed websites for small companies. Things were going very well for awhile. It's too bad that it had to end.

"Daddy? Are you okay? You look sleepy," Alfred commented as he poked my cheek with his tiny index finger.

I rubbed my eyes and smiled the best I could. "I'm fine, Alfred. I need to get to work, though. Go get ready to go see Elizabeth."

Alfred beamed. "Okay, Daddy." He jumped off my lap and ran to his room to put on his shoes.

I sighed once more before I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. God, I'm so exhausted... As I thought this, I could hear Alfred singing happily to himself from the living room. I peeked through the doorway and watched as Alfred struggled with the shoelaces on his new Superman shoes that he had begged me for. I chuckled lightly to myself when I realized that he was singing the Batman theme song. My son's obsession with heroes was really adorable.

Well, at least he is happy.

*.*.*.*

"Elizabeth!" Alfred cried as he launched himself into his babysitter's arms.

Elizabeth beamed and embraced Alfred kindly. "Hello, Alfred. Are you ready to have fun?" she asked.

Alfred nodded furiously. "Can we watch Spiderman for tonight's movie? Lovi picked Veggie Tales yesterday because he likes the tomatoes."

Elizabeth chuckled and kissed his cheek. "We'll see." She set him down and put a hand on his back, gently pushing him inside. "Now go on inside for a minute so I can talk to your dad. Kiku was looking for you."

"Okay. Bye, Daddy!" Alfred said with a small wave as he ran into the house.

I waved back and then turned my attention to Elizabeth. She was a good woman who served as the neighborhood babysitter. Her long brown hair was tied in a bun today, showing her pretty face. She was only a couple years older than I, but sometimes she treated me like I was one of the kids that she would watch.

I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and searched for a fifty. "I'm sorry I haven't paid you until now, I've just been a bit broke. I'll get the rest to you as soon as I can," I mumbled.

Before I could take the bill from my wallet, Elizabeth placed her hand over mine. "It's okay, Arthur. I understand that you are going through a rough patch and are having money problems. I don't want you to pay me."

"But Elizabeth, you've been watching Alfred every night for almost three weeks and I haven't paid you a dime," I argued.

Elizabeth shook her head. "Arthur, it's quite fine. Keep your money. I don't see watching Alfred as a job. I've come to love that little rag muffin," she said with a grin.

Hesitantly, I nodded and replaced my wallet in my back pocket. "I'll be back at one," I told her.

"I know you will," she answered.

I turned to walk away, but she called me back.

"Oh, Arthur?"

I looked over my shoulder at her. "Yes?"

"When are you going to tell Alfred about his mom? I mean, I know that it isn't any of my business, but you really should tell him soon."

I nodded slowly. "I know. I will. I just haven't figured out how to do it the right way yet." With that said, I walked back to my car and slid into the driver seat. I took one last glance at the house and spied Alfred talking to his Japanese friend through the window. He was grinning ear to ear and flailing his arms excitedly, signs that he was truly happy. His smiling face was all I needed to see to lift my spirits, even if only slightly. I turned the key into the ignition, making the car roar to life and drove off to a long night of work.

-Francis-

I poured another glass of wine into the glass held daintily by the striking brunette on my couch. Her black sequined dress hung low on her chest, almost revealing her round breasts. I licked my lips in anticipations. I would definitely make use of those later.

"Mm, Francis you sure know how to treat a lady," she said with a smile, her drunk blush quite obvious.

"Ah, I am French, so it comes naturally, oui?" I said with a seductive smile.

She blushed deeper and took a sip of her wine. I could tell that she knew what was coming. She was practically shivering with arousal. It was time to make my move.

I placed the wine bottle on the coffee table next to the glowing candles and sat next to her. I trailed my fingers from one of her wrists to the other, putting my arm over her shoulder in the process. She shuddered pleasantly, her blush even darker. I used my other hand to hold her chin and tilt her face up to me. "Vous avez l'air très beau, l'amour," I said, my lips hardly a hair from hers.

Just as she was leaning up to close the small distance between us, my doorbell rang. "Merde," I grumbled. "Just a moment, l'amour," I said as I stood up and walked to the door.

I paused at the door and looked at the mirror I had placed on the wall next to it. My hair was disheaveled and my white button up shirt was halfway untucked from my pants and the first three buttons were undone, showing my chest. I contemplated fixing my appearance, but decided not to. Maybe if the visitor sees my curent apparel, they will get the point and go away. Finally, I opened the door, not knowing what to expect. I couldn't help but blink like an idiot when I saw who it was.

It was a man in a crisp black suit with a ironed red tie. He was about my height, but looked less built than I. He wore wire rimmed glasses and his brown hair was combed back. "Is this the residence of Mr. Francis Bonnefoy?" he asked.

"Oui, that is me. What can I do for you, monsieur?" I asked.

"Sir, I am here to discuss the future of your son."

I blinked again. "Pardon?" I asked in confusion. "I can assure you that I do not have a son."

"Actually, you do Mr. Bonnefoy. He is right here." He motioned to a small boy I hadn't even noticed before.

The boy looked like he was only five or six. His hair looked a lot like my own, only a bit shorter and also had a single curl that stuck out. He hugged a big overstuffed bear to his chest, also conceling most of his face with it. I could see that the boy had the most beautiful violet irsises I have ever seen. He was shivering nervously and I could hear his teeth chattering.

I continued to stare at the boy in awe until the man's words finally sunk in. "Wait a moment, he is not my son. I do not have any children," I insisted.

"Actually, he is. His name is Matthew Williams. His mother has just passed away from cancer and has asked that he be taken to you, rather than a foster home."

"Francis, you have a son?"

I spun around to face my date. Although she still looked drunk, she looked angry now. "I thought you said that you were single and have never been married?" she demanded.

"But I haven't," I tried to explain. "I have never seen this child before."

"Hmph. Jerk." With that, she stomped past me and started down the hallway of my apartment. I would be lying if I said I didn't watch her ass sway from side to side as se sauntered off. I suppose if there is one good thing about tonight, it would be watching that wonderful piece of ass until it turned the corner. Mm.

"Anyway, sir. We need to discuss your son's future," the social worker continued.

I turned my attention to the poor boy who was still shaking. He looked scared out of his mind. And the social worker said that his mom died, so he is probably dealing with a great deal of grief right now. The last thing the kid needs is to be abandonded by his father.

"I guess I'll take him. But is there some sort of test we can do to check if he is really mine?" I asked. After all, I would hate to take him in only to find out that he isn't my child.

"Of course. We can do a DNA anaylsis if you would like."

"That would be good," I agreed.

"Well, if you are going to take in Matthew, I am going to need you to sign a few papers."

I nodded and opened the door wider. "Come on in, then. We can do that inside."

The social worker nodded his thanks and stepped inside. I almost closed the door, when I realized that the boy was still standing in the hallway. "Won't you come in, fils?" I asked him.

He nodded very slowly and walked in. As he walked, I could see that he looked exauhsted. The poor kid. I really hoped that I could help him.

*.*.*.*

"Well, that seems to be it," the social worker said as he packed up the papers back into his breifcase. "We will call you to inform you about the DNA test and when you can take it, and we will have someone drop by here within the next couple weeks to make sure that you are a fit parent. It is nothing personal, it is just standard protocol."

"Oui, that is understandable." It took about two hours to fill out all the papers and the boy fell asleep on the couch. He was snoring softly, hugging his bear tightly to his chest. He had passed out less than five minutes into the meeting. Poor kid really was tired.

The social worker stood up and I did as well. He held out his hand. "It was good to meet you, Mr. Bonnefoy. I hope that you take good care of little Matthew."

"I will try my very best," I promised as I took his hand and shook it. With a nod, we released hands and I led him back to the front door.

Before he walked out, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small business card. "If you need anything or have any questions, feel free to call."

I nodded and placed the card in my back pocket. "Of course."

"Good. Now good night, Mr. Bonnefoy."

"Bonne nuit." I closed the door behind him and sighed. I can't believe this just happened. One minute I am about to sex it up with some pretty girl I met at the club down the street, and now I am a single father with a child whose mother just died of cancer. Speaking of the boy, I should go check on him.

I walked back into the living room to see that Matthew hadn't moved an inch from where he was when I left. I have to say, he really is an adorable child. As I watched him sleep, I realized that I had no where for him to sleep. I was not about to let him sleep on the couch like a guest.

Very carefully, I slid my arms under Matthew's sleeping figure and hefted him up. He was extremely light and easy to carry. Upon further inspection, I saw that he was very skinny. I would have to fix that. I would make him breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday and make sure that he is well fed.

When I realized what I was thinking, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I've only had the boy for a few hours and I am already fretting like a mother hen. I shook my head as I walked into my room and laid Matthew down on my bed. I crossed my room to my closet and searched through my clothes for something suitable to sleep in. On any normal occasion, I woud sleep in the nude, but I didn't think that having Matthew wake up in bed with his naked father would be very good.

After searching for a few minutes, I found a pair of pajama bottoms I hadn't worn in years. I slipped them on and carefully slid into bed. I laid as far away from Matthew as possible, not knowing if he had any personal space problems. He seemed like the nervous type. I took one last look at Matthew before I pulled the comforter up to his chin then faced away and started to work on falling asleep.

What a day.

[Note from the Author: Sooo, what'cha think? :D This chapter was more of an introduction than anything. To show Arthur and Alfred's life and how Francis got Matthew. If all goes the way I have planned, I hope to have every chapter have two POV's, switching from adults to kids. So hopefully next chapter will be seen from Alfred and Matthew's eyes :D

As for updating this, I don't know when I will get to it. I want to update my other stories first, since they have been around longer.

Please leave me a review and tell me how I did. I'm very nervous to write this and some feedback would definitely be most welcome ^^;

Thanks again for reading!

Until Next Time!

~Kumori]