lulz first hetalia fic but in an AU :D yeah woot~! anyways i hope you like this chapter and if there is any errors in it tell me or something! also..BEWARE OF FANGIRLING WAITRESSES AND THEIR WAITRESS FRIENDS O)0(O! Yeah so no flames but constructive criticism is accepted to a point! this was inspired by a pick i say on zerochan!

Disclaimer: I dont own Hetalia or the pic but just this story and my imagination

Chapter 1

"NO! THAT'LL NEVER WORK YOU TWIT!" said 'twit' flinched at the sudden snap appointed to him. Though he didn't back away from the yelling man but just stayed silent. The yelling man turned around and let out ragged and annoyed huffs of air from his mouth and nostrils. He raked a hand through his hair in agitation. He finally calmed down and looked back at the man he had yelled at. He narrowed his green eyes into an icy glare at him; his own emerald irises connecting to a lighter shade of azure.

"Now, can you please tell me exactly why this little plan of yours might in some way work America? Because I'm having quite a hard time picturing it in any way, shape or form." His voice was harsh expecting an answer from the blond named America. America looked away, organizing his reasons for his out of the blue idea. His plan was a good one but considering his boss's family and his own background with the Yao family, it was quickly diminished when the words left his mouth by his boss. He looked back at the man in front of him; he was impatiently looking at him through cold eyes.

He let out a shaky sigh. Going unnoticed by everyone in the meeting room; he didn't want to show weakness to his boss or to himself, he was the hero wasn't he? "Well, wouldn't it be better if you two stopped this feud and make up? To me that's the most reasonable way to end this whole fiasco! Your family's problem has b-been passed down since every generation and caused nothing but misery!" America's voice went up in volume," This useless fight has been going on for hundreds of years! And if you don't want to fix it then I'll do until you can fix it yourself you bastard! 'Cause I'm the hero!"

"Can you shut up about this bloody hero crap! You're as much as a hero as the next man or women dead by your hands Alfred!" This made America freeze at the use of his real name and the offending statement. His boss smiled smugly for a second and disappeared to a poker face.

Alfred clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white, "I-It's not my choice to kill them! You order me around and MAKE me kill them!" He was face to face with his boss now, "And don't you ever call me Alfred again you sunofabitch!" Alfred towered over his boss and no sooner did he know what happen.

There was a loud smack and thump right after. The man had punched America to the ground and was now pointing a gun to America's temple, one false move and he's as good as dead. He glared at the man in front of him. But the other gave the glare back 2-fold. He pressed the gun harder to his head and with the other hand to America's throat. There was a small clutter from the other people in the room. The silence was thick enough to cut with a knife. (A.N SHIT! I made Iggy badass U LULZ don't mess with IGGY!)

The man readied the trigger and looked at the man below him. He put a bit more pressure on his throat, but not enough to actually choke him. "Now, let us get something through your thick minded skull you brat. Firstly you don't insult my family," he tightened his hand a bit," Secondly, you don't ever insult me you ungrateful child! And thirdly don't even think that making up with those disgusting Asians will ever erase what their family did to mine. Also, don't think you can put me at blame when I was the one who saved you from dying when you were a child. Your own parents left you in a burning house while running for their lives and not looking back. You should be grateful that I gave you a home that was actually filled with companionship and warmth then a house with abuse and neglect!"

The words hit Alfred like a boulder, it weighed heavily on his chest and he felt he couldn't breathe at the moment. "Also that you swore you pay me off with your life and loyalty. Do you really think I would forget something like that so easily? I'm not as idiotic as you might think I am! You also could've not killed those people; you actually didn't think you had a choice? HA! You could've not killed them and run away if you didn't have a reason not to. In fact- "A hand clamped down on his shoulder softly but very firm. He looked over his shoulder to see the offending interruption; it was another man from the on looking group of men.

He looked like Alfred but some of his features were different. He had honey colored wavy shoulder length hair with a curl that went in a spiral than America's short blond hair with a cowlick. His eyes were such a rare real purple color than a cornflower blue. He was the same height and same body form; he was Alfred's half brother. His pitiful excuse of a father had lain with another woman and had never known that he had a son with her. She had had Matthew in Canada so there was no way America's father would have known. He had shortly found him when he found out that Alfred's father cheated on his wife. He discovered Matthew in an orphanage when he was a baby; sadly his mother had died when he turned one from cancer. He took him home and reunited the two children. He raised them as his own, but they mostly saw him as an older brother than a father.

He blinked back from the memories and looked blankly at the young adult behind him. He scowled at him." What do you want Canada; or should I say Matthew?"

He didn't speak at first, carefully thinking of his words unlike his brother who would out right say anything that came to mind. He spoke, his voice was quiet and calm," I think that's enough England. We need to plan what we are to do next about our problematic situation. Also…" he stopped and motioned his eyes to the man underneath England; he was motionless and his eyes vacant.

England looked at America; his face was covered in a thin layer of sweat and his pupils dilating every now and then. He let go and got off of him and straightened his clothes as if nothing had happened. He looked back at the group and then at the one known as Canada."The meeting is over, I'll be making the plans as of now. I will include everyone's personal interest and skill in this attack. Canada take care of America. Everyone is dismissed; the next meeting will be at 3:00 today, don't be late.", and with that he left the large room with a click of the door.

The tense atmosphere vanished as everyone leaned on the wall for support of unknown exhaustion. Whenever England was acting like this no one knew what would happen; heck, England probably didn't even know what he does!

Canada quickly hunkered down to America and checked if he was still breathing. He was, thank god. But when tried to pick him up Alfred went into hysteria, lashing out and screaming bloody murder. Finally gathering control of his body, acting as if he was about to be murdered. Canada was thrown back and hit his head hard on the edge of the table. A cut had made its way to his head and his hair turning red at the exposure to the blood seeping through. America stopped his actions as he grabbed his chest tightly, taking in short quick breaths. He was hyperventilating.

Matthew eyes widened, this never happened to his brother. He screamed for everyone to get out of the room, they left swiftly; an anxious feeling crawling up their spines at the sight of the panicked Alfred. The door closed with a slam as the Canadian ran to his brother side, grabbing his shoulders. Not caring if he as bleeding or not. His brother was the most important at the time.

"AL! Breath, you have to breath! Calm down, Jesus. Come on Al you gotta breathe!" Said man looked at his brother and gripped his shoulder tightly, Matthew winced at the pressure on his shoulder. But none the less America breathed in air as if he was just saved from being drowned. He gasped and coughed at the air, Canada rubbed his brother's back, but he tensed as he felt a weight on him. Alfred looked through his bangs to see who it was. He relaxed at the sight of the familiar face of his brother.(A.N I was laughing the whole time I wrote this part…is that bad ._.")

Once he regained control, he realized what had happened. "God dammit." Alfred clenched his hand and hit the wood floor beneath him. He did this multiple times until the once soft peach skin turned red with small cut leaking beads of red drops. Matthew grabbed Alfred's hand before he could do any more harm to himself. Alfred tried to shake Matthew's hand off roughly, though it became futile as the hold only tightened and refused to let go. He stopped and let the heavy silence speak for them, taking his hand away slowly.

Neither knew how long it was until the silence became unbearable. Canada thought it was enough and spoke out.

"Are you alright now? Do you need anything? Do want to go somewhere?" His voice was calm and soothing as a mother comforting her child after being disciplined. Alfred thought about those questions; there were so many answers to those simple little questions.

'Am I alright? I wouldn't say I'm fine to what happened but I'm okay. Do I need anything? No there's nothing I want, not now. Lastly, do I want to go somewhere?' Alfred thought about this long and hard. He looked up at Canada and croaked out that he indeed want to go somewhere.

"I want to go to my parents graves. I…I want to go, now." His brother nodded as they both got up and walked out of the room and into the extensive maze the house was. Canada caught sight of Australia and stopped to talk to him. Funny thing was that everyone was called a country from where they were from. Alfred was from America, Matthew from Canada, and Ralph from Australia. Ralph was a tanned man with a good enough muscles and brown hair somewhat slicked back with 2 stubborn hairs sticking up. He had the normal Australian accent and pale green eyes. He was England's or actually Arthur's younger nephew. He had moved in with him after leaving his family to study in England, but that was 6 years ago, he decided to live with him and Arthur gladly let him.

After he let Ralph know where they were going they went down to the garage and got into Alfred Mercedes Bens. Alfred sat in the passenger's seat as Matthew toke the drivers and backed out of the opened garage and onto the road.

It was about 3 hour and half until they reached the cemetery. Alfred had found his parents grave not too long ago, probably 6 months ago at the most. It was by accident when he was taking a short cut to go and meet up with his brother. To say that he was shocked is an understatement. He had mixed emotions of deep sadness, anger, happiness, and longing. Though those moments were short lived as he stomped away with his body shaking in pure rage as the thought of his parents and the day they left him for dead. He was only but a small toddler, he couldn't do anything but scream for his mother and father. That was until England came in rushing hearing a small cry from the burning house and saving him. His parents were long gone by then and he had no known relatives of either side of his parent's family. So it was decided that Arthur was to be the care taker after going to the police.

As Matthew parked on the side of the street and paying the toll pole he went to catch up to Alfred who was already past the cemetery gate. He caught up with him and step in stride with him as he followed he to where they were. They had stopped sometime along the way here to buy flowers; specifically white lilies. They were now in the hands of Matthew as he softly petted the smooth creamy petals under his fingers. The flowers looked so fragile and innocent in their white glamour; but they could easily be broken and tainted with the slightest thing. How life can start out so good and then be ruined by the smallest and biggest of things, just like the lilies. They grew only to be cut and placed in water just to live for a week and dry up in a glass vase. (A.N what the heck was I writing here ….)

They had arrived at the grave site. The head stones were white and clean as they have been just put there. America crouched down and carefully slid his hand across them. He read the head stones at a time.

"Anthony F. Jones, a good husband and a wonderful friend. Mercia Jones, a wonderful wife and a cherished friend." He laughed dryly at the missing part in it; commenting there was no evidence of being horrible parents engraved on. He got back up and let his brother take a look at them. He really couldn't connect with his brother since he never knew his father in the first place or his mother. But he does have a picture of her and sometimes misses her; but it's totally different from what Alfred had to go through.

He sighed and said a few words," To the dad I never knew and possible not want to anyway, I'm your son and…well I hope you're doing just fine as you were living; if it was any good." He trailed off and gave a bouquet to America and placed them on the graves. They take a moment to respect them in their death and set off back to the car. They walked in silence for a few minutes until America spoke up.

"Do you think that if my dad left my mom and me that maybe I wouldn't be caught up in all this? Maybe I might of have had a better life then this? I really wonder of a lot of things and different outcomes about my family." Canada hummed in response, he thought about stuff like that too.

"Well, if your dad left or something then we have never met and not know each other existed. Personally when I think about it I get a little sad or angry. But I wouldn't mind if I didn't meet you; you're always so loud and weird all the times." Canada quickened his pace, already knowing his brother was going to yell or rage about this. And how right was he, America came over stomping childishly and bantering of god knows what. Though, it was worth it just to see his brother in a lighter mood and not with a frown. He looked better with a smile

They laughed airily as they walked back towards the car, replaying what Alfred had said about his father and McDonald's.

When they passed the tall iron gates and to their car, they noticed that people and cars were going about their business in the surrounding neighborhood and sidewalks. The town they resided in woke up and the streets grew crowded by the minute. They got back into the car and drove off back to the mansion they both lived at. Matthew looked at the clock, it read 1:46 pm. Lunch would have probably been over by the time they got back. They would sadly miss Francis's or France's cooking. So they decided to stop at a family restaurant halfway back.

As they entered the smell of grease and home filled their senses. The whole place reminded them of a typical 70's style; with the juice box and checkered red and white floor. They got seated at a medium sized table with round cushion seats. They were given menus as the waitress came over to take their orders.

"So, what can I get you two today?" The waitress was overly preppy and appeared to be a complete ditz. Both young men sighed inwardly; though Mathew noticed his brother lean towards her a bit. He was probably interested.

He gave her his oh-so-famous smirk, "I'll have a large coke no ice, large fries, and the meat lovers hamburger." She scribbled the order with a bright blush on her face. She looked over to Canada and waited for his order.

He cleared his throat,"I'll have a coke also; the steak dinner but with no salad if you don't mind please?" She gave a curt nod and scribbled it down; Canada passed her both plastic menus.

She hurriedly went back to the kitchen, but not without Alfred looking down. America started at the back of the skirt that the woman wore. The skirt floated behind her and lifted a little too high for wandering eyes not able to take notice. Matthew narrowed his eyes and kicked his brother in the shin underneath the table. The American yelped in pain and scowled at his brother before rubbing his assaulted shin.

"You could at least behave yourself for once you know. At least show some decency while were out, eh?" Canada looked at his brother as he muttered thing about France and him being at fault. Canada sighed and waited for the waitress to arrive. He spaced out for a while until he felt being watched. He blinked and noticed his brother's face not too far from his and his eyes narrowed comically. Matthew started right back though not without a faint blush; even though his brother did this many times he still felt a little bothered.

This staring contest went on for a moment or two until America opened his mouth. "So what were you thinking about the whole time I was talking to you? Cause obliviously you looked kinda deep in thought!" Canada's blush deepened; he had completely ignored his brother.

"A-And why would you want to know what I was thinking America?" Canada lifted his eye brow looking questioningly at his brother. America puffed up his cheeks, Canada sighed,"You never really ask me what I'm thinking or even care most of the time. So what do you think I'm going to say?"

"Well you're my brother and I can ask what you think sometimes you know. And it doesn't mean that when I don't I don't care about you." There was a noise that came from the side. They looked at the direction and there, they found the waitress standing there looking quite flushed and with her eyes widen in…was that anticipation? America's eyes widen in childish glee and hunger; he looked at the burger with predator like eyes. Canada sweat dropped.

"Excuse me if I was interrupting anything but here are your orders. I hope I didn't get anything wrong. I'll be right out with the drinks!" and with that she pranced back to the kitchen with a giant leap.

Canada just sat there with his mouth wide open staring at the spot that the waitress had once stood in. 'Darn it all! It's all America's fault for that misunderstanding. I shouldn't be so surprised since this happened once before at a bar when we were arguing on who should talk to a suspect in the VIP room. Ugh, that was the worst when the bartender asked if we were together. I should really stop hanging out with Al. I mean we look like each other, can't people see the similarities. '

Canada groaned in frustration as he looked at his plate of juicy steak; he wasn't in the mood for it anymore. He sighed; stabbed his steak, sliced it and plopped it in his mouth, enjoying it and gaining back his hunger. He glanced at his brother; he almost gagged at the sight. Alfred was stuffing the whole thing in his mouth with fries sticking out. He went back to eating in peace. That was until Matthew looked up to ask Alfred a question, did a greasy fry hit his face and slide down to land on his perfectly good steak.

Canada grabbed his napkin and wiped his face as America laughed his butt off. He looked as his brother, eyebrow twitching. People knew that Canada was passive aggressive and kept his cool before he blew up; it was just then he stuffed the napkin in his brother's mouth but kept his cool about it.

"ACK!" America chocked and spit he paper out, frowning at his brother. Canada just looked around the restaurant, seeing people looking at the table with humor. His eye caught the waitress coming out from the kitchen laughing and holding their drinks. He suddenly felt his face being squished by a pair of hands.

"Let's see how you like a napkin being stuffed in your mouth! Here comes the napkin hero~!" America slowly made the napkin come closer to Canada's face, his eyes widened as the grease on it came dangerously close. Matthew moved his head to the side, only making the assaulting thing smother his cheek.

"Come on Alfred! D-Don't do that. Y-You were the one who t-threw the fry. That napkin is way dirtier than the one I hit you with!" even though Canada meant to yell it only came out at a normal volume.

"NO WAY! You could've killed me! Now let me get this napkin in your mouth!" He kept trying to stuff it into his mouth until they heard someone clear their throat. They stopped and turned to said noise. There stood the girl holding the drinks with a blank stare pointed at the two men. Canada's face darkened as she set the drinks down and went back going into the kitchen; every so often looking behind her until she shut the door leading to the kitchen. Not so long after did they hear a huge amount of girls squealing and secretly looking out the window on the door.

Canada pushed America back and drank his coke as America did the same. They stayed silent until they heard a clicking sound come from somewhere. They looked around and found a girl hiding under a booth with a camera and another hiding behind the non-working juice box. Canada shrunk into himself as he finished his coke. America didn't know what was going on, so instead he smiled as the clicking became rapid by the second.

'Never again will we come here. Never again! I can't handle another moment in life like this. If I do I think I'll explode!' Canada 'slammed' down his cup and took out 34 dollars, and placed them on the table. Alfred looked questionably at him.

"I'll be waiting in the car if you need me for anything. And if you eat anything else, you have to pay." Said Canada quietly and walked out towards the car. America yelled an "O.K" as he slurped the coke in his hand.

As Canada went through the door and approached the car he noticed a couple of dogs sniffing around it. Wait. That was his brother's car; so it must smell like…burgers. Oh god, can this day get any worse. Then as if god answered his pray for once; one of the dogs lifted its leg up.

His eyes grew large as he ran to the car."NO! Dogs go away! That's not a fire hydrant; you can't pee there! Go away!" sadly his cries weren't heard and the stray dog relieved itself. He wanted to pull his hair out. As he got closer he shooed them away, but they just walked away not caring about the angry man.

Canada looked at the soiled door. Thank goodness it wasn't his side that got peed on. But he did have to get the pee off somehow. He scratched the back of his head, thinking of a way than going to a car wash and get a full blown cleaning. His thought process was interrupted when he felt something on his shoe. He looked down and found a mound of white fur biting him. He stepped back and crouched down to poke the little fur ball. It rolled on its back and looked curiously at Canada.

Canada's heart melted at the sight of the small dog; it was probably still a baby. He held back a squeal as it cutely lumbered towards him; the puppy snuggled up his leg. Canada carefully picked up the dog and scratched it behind its ear, getting a content growl from the dog.

"Ahaha. Now what is such a baby dog doing here? You probably got separated from your mom. Well you can't be by yourself can you?" He hugged the dog softly and walked towards the driver's seat and got into the car. Not long after did he see his brother running towards the car did the dog fall asleep in his lap. He heard his brother shriek from the outside; oh yeah the pee thing. He giggled to himself and reached over to the door and opened it for him, his brother always over reacts.

"How did that yellow stuff get on the door? Cause I wasn't the one who did that. HEY! Where did you get that dog? It's so cute and fluffy! Can I hold him?" America's hand reached out to hold the dog, but instead of holding it he got bit; probably a bit too hard than the dog deemed to.

"H-He bit me! Or her! Whatever that thing is, it bit me D:!" Canada's hand started to pet the dog, trying to calm it down as America whined about the 'vicious' dog. The dog just went back to sleep, but not without a small puppy-ish growl of annoyance pointed at America.

America suddenly stopped in mid rage, "Wait, what time is it?" Canada paled at the statement. Holy mother of god. The meeting. He looked gravely at the clock. It read 4:30 exact.

If Canada could pale more, he did, "I-It's 4:30 Al." He heard his brother make a strangled gargled sound of frustration.

"SHIT! WHERE FRICK'N LATE! GOD DAMM-!" and he hit his head on the window glass.

~*~END~*~

I hope you like this chapter! well it's been a long time since I wrote or even posted anything ! oh well no flames but constructive criticism is accepted to a point LOL next chappy probably is goin out when it can 8D oh yeah…..i was thinkin of making dis an America/Canada fic but I might change it along the way so help me with pairing ! I BEG YOU ;A; and if the genre thing needs to be changed..tell meh cause I was thinking of putting some action, romance and humor in this~! Oh next chapter we'll introduce the Our favorite ASIANS!