Note from Osa-chan:

Hello. For those of you who have read my previous stories, I will inform you that this story will have much more depth and detail. The writing style will (hopefully) be entirely different and I hope this will be entertaining to you. I will also be using human names in this story. (Even though I don't like using human names)

Enjoy!

warning: If you don't like the idea of two people of the same gender loving each other, I recommend going back and clicking on another story, since I'm planning on adding romance to this story.

I don't own Hetalia, because if I did, America and England would have been an official couple ages ago.

This chapter is mainly for you to understand the main characters. The real good stuff is going to come in chapter two so sorry if I bore you a bit.

Well, ON TO THE STORY NOW!

The young Hero, and the Traveling Magician

PREFACE

"Ladies and Gentlemen, prepare to be amazed" The young, English gentleman said, holding up a regular handkerchief in his hand. The audience looked skeptical of what ever the man was doing. And there was very little audience to begin with. The man was in the middle of a shopping center, hoping to give a magic show to ordinary people. The gentleman folded the handkerchief to it's smallest possible size and hid it in the palm of his hand. After playing around with it, he threw the thin cloth in the air. The handkerchief's folds became undone in the process, which is to be expected after you throw it, but when it opened up, it inexplicably grew to the size of a blanket. It was instantaneous. It was unbelievable. It was magical.

The man caught the blanket with both hands, and opened it up. The transition was made quickly and smoothly. No movement was unnecessary. He held the blanket out in an empty, unoccupied space in the air. The gentleman started chanting peculiar words, that were unrecognizable in any modern language, and began to wave the blanket from side to side, making it skim the floor. When he was finished chanting, he abruptly swung his arms backwards, taking the blanket out of the position it was in, and out of no where, a boy, who seemed to be in his early teens, appeared in the blanket's place. There was absolutely nothing there seconds before, and there was no wall or tool to help the magician carry out his trick. Something like this was against the law of science.

"Well . . ." Said the English man, "Are you amazed yet?"

America. The land of dreams. The land opportunity. The land of . . . big food. Yes, food. That's all Alfred could think about at the moment. And his stomach was clearly thinking about it too, making rumbly noises every few minutes. This young boy, around the age of thirteen, was walking into the airport, trying to find his twin brother who had flown in from Canada, but the flight was delayed four hours and the he had been waiting since seven in the morning. He couldn't eat breakfast, because he overslept, so he was tired, grouchy, and extremely hungry. Why did he have to wait in an airport to visit his own brother? Well, Alfred's parents had divorced right after he was born, so the father stayed in America to raise him, while his mother took his twin and left for her home town in Canada. Every summer break the siblings would come visit each other and that's the reason why Alfred had to get up at an absurd time in the morning and wait for a flight that was supposed to come hours ago. Though, he did like meeting with his brother. It was one of the only times he could get away from his dad and just be a kid, because both parents refused to meet up with one another. He checked his watch for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. 11:55am, it read. He looked out the window and could see the plane he was waiting for, preparing to land. He smiled and waited by the door to greet his relative.

Matthew was not happy. The flight was late four hours and he was not used to hot weather. Not only that, some little girl tried to take away his stuffed bear. He walked out of the plane and into the airport. Finally, air conditioning. He looked around for a familiar face. One that looked much like his own, but no luck. He called out the name of his american brother, hoping he would hear.

"A-alfred . . . w-where are you?" He yelled-whispered, though it was more of a whisper, rather than a yell.

The Canadian began searching further into the airport, but it looked as if his brother wasn't there yet. He sighed in exhaustion and in a bit of disappointment.

Alfred, who had been walking behind his brother the entire time, was chuckling to himself and was being careful not to be seen. He slowly began to sneak up on his unsuspecting brother. He walked a bit closer and suddenly put his hand on Matthew's shoulder.

"Mattie!" Alfred yelled.

Matthew fell flat on his face in shock.

"Alfred!" he tried say to sternly, but his brother kept on laughing.

"You're so easy to prank, Mattie!" Alfred chuckled. Matthew gave a look of annoyance, but of course, Alfred just ignored it.

"Let's get something to eat, but not here, airport food sucks. Plus, they don't have a McDonald here." Alfred said, somewhat deflated.

Matthew rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything, because he had his own addiction to pancakes and maple syrup and could relate. So he took his belongings and walked with Alfred to the exit. His stay in America would surely be exciting.

They were now about a half an hour away from the airport, eating until their stomachs were once again satisfied. Even though Alfred would have preferred a Big Mac from McDonald's right now, he gave in to his brother's wish and went to an IHOP instead. They spent their time eating and catching up. They only got to see each other for two and a half months each year, so they both had much to share. Alfred told Matthew about his middle school days and how he had helped a crowd of girls from a bunch of bullies recently. He went on and on about how He Was A Hero, which caused Matthew to chuckle a bit. Alfred never seemed to change. When Alfred had finished talking, which took quiet a while, Matthew told him about his home schooling days. His mother wouldn't allow him to go to school, because she was afraid he would get hurt. Alfred happily listened to stories of his Canadian family, which he rarely ever got to see. When they were both finished and ready to go, they paid the check, and called a taxi. Matthew thought that they were just going to Alfred's house, but when he wasn't looking, Alfred whispered a location to the taxi driver. They both got in the car and drove off, but Matthew seemed to notice that Alfred looked a bit too happy be going home.

The Taxi stopped at a park. Matthew's eyes widened and Alfred smiled as he watched his brother's reaction. This was the place where Alfred and Matthew first met. Their parents kept them away from each other until they were seven years old so when they met each other, it was was literally like meeting your long lost brother, and your missing best friend as well. Matthew, who was usually the calm one, ran out of the car in bliss. Alfred paid the driver and ran after him.

"Alfred! This . . ." he was at loss for words. He hadn't been to that park since the day they first met. Alfred sat down on the fresh grass.

"The park hasn't changed at all, right?" Alfred said, feeling a sense of nostalgia. Matthew nodded with agreement and plopped himself next to Alfred.

"This is the most amazing thing you have ever done for me" Matthew said softly. They both sat quietly savoring the moment as if it would fade if they didn't. After sometime, Matthew had fallen asleep. He must have been extremely tired from the plane flight. Alfred chuckled. He too, allowed himself to close his eyes, hoping to get a bit of rest as well, but his state of bliss was interrupted when he heard movement in the grass. He opened his eyes and there in front of him were a pair of beautiful emerald colored eyes. Alfred began to lose himself in them, as if in a trace. The person who owned those eyes gave a smile.

"Hello there lad" the green-eyed stranger said.

CLIFF HANGER! Sorry to do that. And sorry about the lame chapter. I'll try to update soon, but I have two other stories to update and so little time to update them. I also have other story ideas, but like I said, I have very little time. I hope to update this again by next week. I bid you adieu.