A/N : It's been awhile since the last time I wrote Hetalia fanfic (indeed, I haven't updated "The Nightfallers" and "EXILE") but this story keep bugging my mind, and after awhile I manage to finish this first chapter (I'm really not productive lately. Too absorbed into other fandoms). I'll try to update my two other Hetalia fanfictions as soon as possible...

Also, I don't know if anyone has posted the story similar to this, but if there was, feel free to tell me :D I'm not trying to copy their works. It is purely accidental.

A little note about this story, I imagine the setting of this story is a small town in Japan (like the one you see in Doraemon, Yotsuba&, and any other anime/manga similar to this), but it's really up to you though... :)

Disclaimer : Me no own this. Me make no profit. Try Russian Sushi! It's good! It's cheap!

Sorry for grammatical error and long Author's Note! On with the story!

Chapter : Little Arthur in Small Town

There's no way in hell he would accept that! There was no way in hell Alfred F. Jones would accept that her mother brought a new brother for him. He would hate him! He didn't need another brother! Matthew was enough for him, right? His younger twin was enough. That was what Alfred thought as he pacing around the living room of their house. He was pretty pissed off with his mother. She was always busy with her so-called work as an actress to really care about her family, but now, she brought a new so-called brother for Alfred and Matthew.

"It can be helped! His father was my newest husband before he died and left the boy with no one but me! As his mother, I have the responsibility to take care of my own son!"

Alfred kept blamed his mother. She had married three times since she got divorced with her first husband (which by the way was Alfred and Matthew's father) and it made Alfred sick. Now, her ex-husband number three had died and left her only child alone in this world. Ms. Jones had no choice but to take care of the boy in her house in Small Town.

"Alfred, would please stop pacing around?" Matthew asked his twin as he was getting irritated by Alfred's behavior.

"There's no way I can stop! Aren't you worried, Matthew? Mom will bring that so-called son of her… I don't think I'd like him!" said Alfred.

"Mom said he is four years old and very lovable," said Matthew. "Isn't it sound nice to you?"

"No," said Alfred shortly.

Alfred was never the one who like new person entered his personal life. That brat would be bothersome to him. There was no way he could live in a house with a four years old boy running around and annoyed him with stupid question. He was supposed to enjoy his summer! Now he had to waste his time for babysitting a kid.

"Guys, I'm home!" the sound of their mother's voice caused the twin to run quickly to the door. Ms. Jones stood there, looking as good as always with a smile on her face. Alfred looked around as he found a small figure was hiding behind his mother's legs. He couldn't see the face, but all he could see was messy light-blond hair and a pair of forest-green eyes.

"Is that him?" asked Matthew as he smiled.

"Ah, yes… boys, this is Arthur, your younger brother," said their mother. The woman ushered the young boy to his new older brothers. "Come on, Arthur… Don't be shy. These are your new brothers, Alfred and Matthew."

Matthew chuckled lightly as the little boy tried to hide away from them behind their mother. Ms. Jones smiled as she pulled the young boy lightly to meet his new brothers. Now, Matthew could clearly see the young boy. Indeed, he had a pair of forest-green eyes, cute heart-shaped face and (what got his attention at first) a humongous eyebrows. But instead of made him looking bad, it only emphasized the rich green eyes and his pale complexion. There were no words that could describe the cuteness of this little boy in front of him.

"Hi, Arthur," Matthew greeted him. "I'm Matthew and this is Alfred. We're your brothers!"

The boy was a nuisance! That was what Alfred thought after a few days Arthur was in their house. The boy was now quite attached to Matthew as he followed the quiet blond everywhere. Mother had left for her job, and Matthew already took the role to take care of his siblings. Alfred kept growling at the boy when he came near, which would cause Arthur to yelp and running to Matthew.

Attention-seeker!

That was the conclusion. It made Alfred hate the boy even more. Those fake tears clearly made Matthew would do anything the boy wanted him to do. But Alfred would not fall for that! He would not fall for such a cheap trick like that.

Just like right now, the boy was watching TV, one of those stupid shows for kids. Alfred sighed as he plopped down to the couch and grabbed the remote. Casually, he changed the channel into some movies which caused Arthur quickly turned around.

"Big Brother… I want to watch Barney…" said Arthur softly.

"No. That show's stupid. I want to watch this," said Alfred. "Go play somewhere else. You are bothering me."

"I'm sorry…" Arthur mumbled as he grabbed his toys and left the room. Alfred didn't bother with him anymore as he continued to watch the movie.

His next encounter with Arthur was when the boy was drawing. Matthew was in the kitchen as he prepared the dinner for them. Arthur was sat quietly with his crayons and a piece of paper he found lying around. Lately, he realized how upset his "Big Brother Alfred" lately. Arthur, being a nice boy he was, decided to cheer him up by drawing a picture of three of them. He was so happy, that he hoped Alfred would smile and ruffled his hair… maybe praise him a little.

Arthur smiled as he took the yellow crayons and started to color Alfred's hair.

"Hey, Mattie, did you see the letter from Gilbert? He promised me he'd write something as soon as he is in Berlin…" Alfred walked quickly into the kitchen.

"I don't know, Alfred… Maybe in the living room?" said Matthew.

"Damn. I only opened it and haven't got a chance to read it!" He paced to the living room and started to search for his letter, ignoring his little brother who was busy with his work.

He couldn't find it! Damn. He was looking around when something caught his attention.

"What the hell did you think you're doing?!"

Alfred snapped as he grabbed Arthur's paper from him, caused the red crayons scratch and ruined the whole picture. Alfred looked at the paper as he recognized the familiar hand-writing covered with the crayons.

"Why are you messing with my things?! Now I can't read the letter! Do you have to be that stupid? How could you not know that this paper might be important?!" Alfred yelled at his little brother in anger. Damn this brat! "You're nothing but a nuisance here! I don't want a brother like you!"

Alfred didn't notice the tears that welled up in the little boy's ayes. He didn't notice the trembling body in front of him. He didn't notice the way Arthur gave his best not to cry. Alfred crumpled the letter before he threw it at Arthur and left the living room furiously into his room. Matthew, who was quickly came because of the commotion found Arthur sat silently with the tears flowing freely on his cheeks.

Matthew hugged the boy to comfort him as he looked at the crumpled paper in front of Arthur. Alfred had been unreasonable this time. And Matthew knew he had to take care of him.

Arthur was already fell asleep after tired of crying. It was nine o'clock at night when Matthew decided to come to his twin's room. He knocked the door lightly before he opened it and stepped into the darkened room. As usual, Alfred sat in front of his computer as he chatted with a few of his friends.

"Al, can I talk to you for a second?" asked Matthew.

"Wait…" he typed on the keyboard before turned around and faced Matthew. "Well? What're you going to talk about?"

"It's about Arthur."

"I hate him," said Alfred coldly. "Acting all innocent just to get people's attention… I hate that kind of kid."

"But you shouldn't just snapped out at him like that," said Matthew.

"He's messing with my things."

"Basically it's your fault to leave things all over the place. Arthur didn't understand what's so important with that piece of paper," said Matthew. "Do you know he's been afraid for awhile that you might hate him?"

"Well, I am."

"Well, I'll say it to you," said Matthew. "He only wanted to make you happy. Lately, you've been angry for no apparent reason. Arthur only wanted to cheer you up."

"By being annoying?"

Matthew sighed as he handed a slightly crumpled piece of paper. From the look of it, it seemed like Matthew tried his best to iron the paper. On that paper, there were pictures. A well drawn picture of three figures with blond hair. Two of them were taller, with glasses and the one in the middle was small, with thick eyebrows and green eyes. It was quite a draw actually, but unfortunately the red crayon seemed have smeared the smile on the small figures. What made Alfred interested was the fact that three of them were holding hands with happy smile on their face.

"Do you understand now?" asked Matthew. "You don't know his reason, yet, you practically told him that you hated him. You've hurt him, Alfred." There was a pregnant silence before Matthew continued. "Arthur was crying because of you… And I don't know if I can forgive you for making him cried like that. Good night, Alfred."

With those cold words, Matthew walked out of Alfred's bedroom and shut the door. Alfred only stared at the paper in his hand with a small pout on his face.

"How am I supposed to know that?" he mumbled to himself as put the drawing on his table and threw himself on the bed. How was he supposed to know?

"Arthur? Are you awake?" Matthew opened Arthur's bedroom door softly. He smiled as he saw the boy was sleeping soundly on his bed. Arthur's face was a bit puffy from his crying last night, but other than that, the boy looked like usual. "Arthur?"

The boy opened his eyes slowly and blinked for awhile to regain his consciousness. Matthew smiled as he patted down Arthur's head.

"Shall we eat the breakfast now?" asked Matthew. Arthur nodded slowly and followed Matthew to the kitchen downstairs. Matthew prepared the pancakes for them while Arthur went to the fridge. But he suddenly stopped when he saw something on the fridge's door.

"Big Brother Matthew!" he called. Arthur took a paper from the fridge door and showed it to Matthew. "It's finished!" Arthur showed the picture of three of them. It was clearly done better, as the smeared of red crayon had been covered nicely and some details had been added.

"Took me sometime to clear it up…" Alfred appeared from the kitchen door, looked rather tired and sleepy.

"Big Brother Al…!" Arthur laughed as he launched himself at Alfred which caught him easily in his arms. But suddenly, Arthur remembered Alfred's words from yesterday and quickly unlatched himself from Alfred and took a few steps back with the sad expression on his face.

Alfred sighed as he took the boys hands in his and looked into those forest green eyes. Alfred observed the face in front of him as he took a note of how adorable this boy in front of him looked like, and he was wondering why he couldn't see it before.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I didn't mean to say those bad things to you," said Alfred softly. "I… I don't hate you."

"I'm sorry too… I was messing up with your things without permission…" said Arthur.

"No… It's not your fault. It's mine. I shouldn't have leaved it around just like that," said Alfred. He smiled as he patted Arthur's head lightly. "Will you forgive me?"

Arthur nodded. Alfred smiled brightly.

"Now, do I get a hug?" he asked.

Arthur laughed and he hugged his brother tightly. Matthew watched the scene in silence. And now, Arthur's life in Small Town had begun.

A/N : So, what do you think? Should I continue this, or just leave it end like this? It's really up to you... Drop a review to tell me what do you think!