"So Mattie-o, what do you want to do today?"

Alfred F. Jones and Matthew Williams were under a tree in their backyard. Well, Matthew was sitting under the tree; Alfred was hanging upside down from one of the branches. It was a pretty cool summer morning, about nine A.M. Alfred's pet bird, a small yellow chick, was sitting on top of Matthew's long blonde curl, and Matthew's stuffed polar bear was off to the side, sitting in a small chair. The wind was blowing slightly and everything was calm and serene. The problem was, Alfred does not do calm and serene.

Matthew shrugged his shoulder and said in a soft whisper, that is one of the main reasons people think he never talks, "I don't know, but maybe we coul-"

"What about Gilbird? Is there something he wants to do?" Alfred talked right over his quiet brother, just like always.

The small, yellow bird gave a noncommittal cheep, and started bouncing up and down on the curl he was standing on like it was a trampoline.

"Well he is a bird; they don't do much." Alfred said, now letting is arms hang down, scraping along the floor. "But I on the other hand, am starting to get bored. And boredom is something the hero will not put up with."

"Um Alfred, maybe you should calm down a little before you do anything rash." Matthew warned, even though he knew it was useless. His brother was going to do what he wanted, whenever he wanted, and would probably drag Matthew into it somehow.

"The first thing they are going to ask us when we get back to school is what we did over the summer!" Alfred continued as if Matthew had not said a word. "I mean no school for three months! Our lives should be a rollercoaster. A good roller coaster, not like the one we road at the state fair."

They both cringed a little at that memory. It was dull, boring and the only exciting part was that it broke down and they were trapped up there for hours. But of course, Alfred had been the 'hero' and screamed and complained so loudly that it motivated the workers to just get them off, give them food forever and free tickets to a different park far across town.

"Man that was lame. If I built a roller coaster I woul-" a dinging went off in Alfred's head and he gave a mischievous smile. "You know what? I am going to be the hero and built my own rollercoaster. And it is going to be taller, better and faster than any other in history!"

He flipped off the tree, stumbling a bit when he hit the ground but quickly recovered. "And Mattie, you can be my side kick. And we can get everyone else to join in too! And even though I hate Ivan, maybe he could bring in his boy scouts to test it out. That's it! I know what the hero is going to do today."
One of their two dads, who they refer to as papa, which is German for dad, stood and watched his sons with exasperated eyes. He is usually working so he does not get to see them all that often, but honestly, even in short spurts Alfred can make someone dizzy. He had blonde hair that reached to about his shoulders, and looked much like Legolas from lord of the rings, which they often call him to tease. Even his husband, Romulus.

"Look boys; your dad and I are going shopping. Alfred, stay out of trouble."

Matthew would be offended, but at this point, he is A) used to it, and B) everyone in this family knows that it would be Alfred who starts the trouble. And chances are, Matthew would be an innocent bystander.

"Yeah, yeah, papa, we'll be fine. If something goes wrong the hero will take care of it." As soon as their father was out of earshot, Alfred jumped up in the air, grabbed his twin's hand and ran to a table in the backyard. "We're going to build a roller coaster!"

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"Arthur James Kirkland! Come down here and help me with Francis's things."

Arthur Kirkland, the oldest of the three boys in the multinational household had been in his room listening to his rock bands, when his father, Romulus, called him down. He groaned as he removed the union jack headphones, placing them down gently on his bed.

His fathers had sat him down and told him that one of Romulus's (his step father) sons was coming to live with them. Romulus and Arthur were not related through blood, like him and the twins were. He was the odd one out in the house so he called in his son to try and even things out.

Arthur had met Francis a few years ago at a party and already knew he despised the other boy. He had no sense for personal space, was smelly and rude and would not stop making perverted comments, and honestly, Arthur would like to do nothing more than pretend the two had never crossed paths. But now he was going to have to live with the bloody git.

He trudged down the steps, into the main hall, where he saw Francis in all his French glory, leering at him with his god awful smirk. "Why hello Arthur, it has been some time, non?"

"Shut up frog." Arthur growled. Grabbing what looked to be the lightest bag, and stomped up the stairs to the room across from him.

His stepfather rolled his eyes and said "Be civil." But everyone knew that was never going to happen.

Arthur shoved Francis's stuff inside the room across the hall from his (a sad and infuriating coincidence). Francis came stumbling up the stairs with the rest of his things as well, and Arthur did not even spare a passing glance as he remembered something and raced back down the stairs, to his two parents now grabbing the keys to their red Ferrari (Romulus's pick).

"I'm in charge right," he asked them. "You told the twins I'm in charge right? And Francis. Especially Francis."

"Relax Arthur," Romulus said heading out the door. "I'm sure you'll avoid complete anarchy without someone being in charge. Besides, what's wrong with a little anarchy?"

The blonde man glared at his husband and pushed him out the door. "Ignore your father. But still, no one needs to be in charge."

"But what if there is an emergency." Arthur pointed out. Really, he will just take any excuse whatsoever to have any power over the demons plaguing this household.

"Like what?"

"Like, uh." He thought for a second. "What if Alfred tries to fly again. Or Francis pulls Matthew's curl. Or we run out of tea. Or when I'm making scones, Alfred comes in and burns them setting the house on fire." (Because that was totally not Arthur….)"or-"

"Alright, Arthur," their father sighed. "If that happens, you're in charge."

Arthur smirked and bowed a small bit. "Thank you papa, I promise I will uphold my job as conditional king with honor and dignity."

The elder sighed and patted his sons head, saying "you do that," before finally walking out of the house and pulling away to the Hetalia city shopping center.

As soon as they pulled away, Arthur ran out to the backyard, where he saw the twins working at Romulus's old work space; Gilbird having moved from the Canadian brother's curl, back to the American's.

"Papa said I'm king today." He declared loudly.

"Conditionally." A loud and obnoxious French accent came from behind him, and the owner of said accent swung his arm around the other teen's shoulders.

"Shut it, frog." Arthur pushed the other off him. "I'm in charge of you too, you know."

"Oh," Francis smirked putting his hand to his mouth. "So what is it you plan to do with this power? I am completely at your will."

"Leave." Arthur commanded. "Stop your perverted comments, and just leave me alone."

"As you wish mas-"

"Now!"

Francis with a wink and a smirk sauntered into the kitchen to make himself some lunch. Arthur let out a mixture of a sigh of relief and a groan since he knew he would now just have to deal with the wanker later.

He turned back through the sliding glass doors and noticed what an odd position his two little brothers were in. Why did they have a bunch of construction plans out.

"…What are you two doing?" he said warily.

"Dude, get off my grill. I'm just getting some homework done." Alfred said, writing down a coordinate from the map at his side from a large dusty book they had found in their dads old library.

"But it's summer?" this was odd. You had to tie down Alfred both metaphorically and sometimes physically to get him to do basic math during the school year, so why would he be doing work on the first day of summer vacation?

"That's cool; you wait 'till the last minute then." Alfred said sarcastically, happy to be the preacher instead of the preached for once. Even if it is only because he is lying, but hey, he'll take it.

Arthur narrowed his eyes, not trusting Alfred one bit, but also knowing he had no proof. "Well I'm watching you. Remember I am in charge…conditionally." He warned as he turned back into the house, struggling to slam a sliding door dramatically. Apparently you can't.

Francis was still in the kitchen, and while Arthur could go back into his room, that would mean leaving the twins and Francis alone to run amuck in the house. So for now he'll just read a book. He picked up some Shakespeare that he had lying on the desk next to him. He scanned over the page, ignoring the crashing and loud singing coming from the kitchen behind him.

Outside however, Alfred and Matthew were dragging the materials for the, as Alfred declared it shall be named, "Superhero, rollercoaster of epic 2900." Thanks to both of their almost super strength, and Alfred's ability to somehow be able to have connections to basically everyone and everything in order to get supplies, it was going rather well. Matthew was in charge of all the construction work as he was more of a doer than a planner, and Alfred had all the measurements out, the theme, the music, the costumes and was now drawing up the design for the motor since he had always had a gift for electronics.

The lion, which will go in section 234759 over Héderváry evil Incorporated, decided to let out a loud roar, causing Arthur to look up from the stabbing scene in Romeo and Juliet. "Can you turn it down, I am trying to read a book!" he shouted through the glass, then went back to the story.

Francis stepped out of the high quality kitchen, and he was extremely pleased to find it stalked up with all the foods he likes. He had taken out some croissants and baked then up, with a side of milk, and headed out into the living room where he saw Arthur absorbed in his book. He was going to sneak up and try and scare him, but he looked out the window first and saw his two new brothers up on a shaky structure taller than the house.

"Uh, Angleterre." He said to Arthur, using the nickname he had made up for the stereotypical British gent when they first met. "Do you know what Matthew and Alfred are doing?"

"Homework." Arthur answered curtly. "Why?"

"Because their science project is taller than the house."

Arthur bolted up from his chair, spitting out the water he had been drinking and ran over to the glass sliding door. Sure enough, when he looked outside, there where his two little bothers on a steel contraption about three stories tall.

"Alfred!" Arthur squeaked as he and Francis gaped at the two. "What is this?"

"You like it? Of course you do, the hero made it." Alfred laughed, giving a pose from the top of the rollercoaster stub.

"W-well I-I" Arthur stuttered trying to find a reasonable way to react to this situation. Francis was doing the same. Was this what his new household is going to be like? He saw Arthur's face go from stark white to rose red within seconds, and instantly decided something. He is going to get to his parents before Arthur is able to. Simply because it will most likely annoy him and since he had to leave the wonderful city of Paris, to the boring, drab suburban bubble, annoying Arthur will probably be his only form of entertainment from now on.

Arthur has been trying to do the same for years now, but the twins never seem to get caught for anything! But not today, oh not today.

"I am going to get Papa and Dad! And when I do, you are going down, down, down." He stomped away across the lawn and out the gate like he was throwing a temper tantrum.

"Not if I get there first, mon cher." He winked, going through the house instead. He is not taking a chance of stepping in little yellow bird poop.

Alfred, who was still on top of the structure, shrugged and said, "We are going to need a blow torch and some hamburgers."

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Arthur put on his union jack helmet and got onto his bike. He would have a car by now, but apparently he has a habit of driving on the left side of the road. Stupid gits in America, you are supposed to drive on that side.

Ivan was walking up to the house, his usual scarf on despite the fact it was in the eighties. He towered over Arthur, despite the fact the other was a full three years senior, Arthur being seventeen, while Ivan was only fourteen. But he had always been extremely tall for his age."Um, Arthur, have you seen Alfre-"

Arthur ignored the younger boys comment and kept on peddling, leaving the boy scout alone with his "kohls" and creepy smile. He never did like that Arthur. When he takes over the world, he will be the first on his death list. Not that he has a death list of course.

"Going down I say!" the British boy was shouting as he peddled down the street, Francis on the opposite side, teasing him as he went.

Ivan went his usual route, opening the red door (why everything in their house was red and white, with splotches of blue he will never know) and saw his simultaneous best friend, nemesis and business partner standing on top of the twisted pile of scrap meddle.

"Hey pig."

"Hey red." Alfred answered back on autopilot as he scrounged around in his tool box for both a weapon and a tool.

"What are you doing?" Ivan asked, walking over and peering into the tool box that Alfred was searching through, causing the American to tense up and Ivan to give another creepy smile.

"Not that it is any of your concern." Alfred said, lying through his teeth since they both knew it was. Everything was Ivan's business. He owned the biggest boy scout troop in the Hetalia Sate area, just off the main road from Jacksonville Florida, as well as his parents owning most of the land, so anytime anything needs to happen, he is always the first to know.

"But me and Mattie are building a roller coaster." Alfred found his tool that he needed and got up, stretching his arm as he did.

"In your small backyard?" Ivan quirked his eyebrows. "I know you are delusional, but are you seriously trying to do the impossible."

"Well first off." Alfred stood up, cracking his back and smiling his usual thousand megawatt smile, and gripping the very heavy and very dangerous wrench in his hand. Just in case. "It is not going to be just in our backyard, it'll span across the Hetalia State Area, and second, we both know I can make the impossible possible."

Ivan nodded, okay, that was true. With all of his annoying, brash and juvenile faults, Alfred did have some sort of unworldly knack for making the impossible reality. Ivan sometimes wonders if his brother, Ma-something holds the same, but he has never taken enough interest in him to care.

"Hi Ivan," Matthew waved; not that Ivan would ever notice anyways. No one ever notices him. In fact, most people ask if he ever talks. He does. It's just that no one cares when he does.

"So anyways," Ivan talked over Alfred's brother. "I was wondering if you would like to come with me and the troop to a troop wide pool party. Toris and the group were asking for you, and since they have been good little boys, I have decided to do them a favor."

That was a big fat lie. Toris would never, ever, dare to mention Alfred's name in front of Ivan, let alone ask him to come to something. But no one here needed to know that.

"Well, nice to know they want to see me and all, but I'm kinda busy, dude." Alfred pointed to the structure beginning to hang out over the road.

"Oh, da, I see." Ivan nodded, slightly forlorn. "Oh well. I'll tell them I tried. I'll probably see you later to test out that death trap you created."

Ivan headed out the gate yet again, and Alfred shrugged and pulled a box of screws from the chest next to the work bench.

"Hey Mattie, you got enough rivets up there."

The flying screw that nearly cut off Nantucket flying his way, gave him his answer.

"Alright, alright. I get it. I'll let you talk next time. But anyways, where's Gilbird?"

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Across the lawn, behind the house, the small yellow bird was creeping away from the boys. He was the awesomest spy in the world so of course he would have no trouble getting away. Okay, so maybe it sucked that he was trapped in a chicks body (lol, chicks body.) and had to get changed back into a human every time he needed to do a mission, but hey, it's all part of the job.

A small hatch formed in the side of the shed and the bird flew inside and began falling down the tube. As the lights started flashing all around him, he felt his hands and arms grow and his feathers disappear. And when he was at the bottom of the long glass tube; he was back to his sixteen year old, albino self again.

As usual he fished out his black cross necklace from his pocket and put it on over his blue uniform. His hat fell from the ceiling, fitting snugly on his head. Unlike all the other boring agents, he got a cool old style pirate hat with the long feather. His brother was the major, and he was the best in the industry, so he could do basically whatever he wanted.

He slid into the red chair, the one spot of color in this silver lined headquarters, and the screen he was staring at automatically turned on.

"Hey bro-ha; what's the scoop. Oh and hey Feli." He waved at the screen, kicking up his feet and leaning back. Man he loved his job.

"Hi-ya Gilbert." The brunet jumped onto the screen standing in front of Ludwig, a huge smile on his face. "Everything is going well. Me and Luddy are going to get some pasta later, and then some gelato. And we are going to the m-"

"I think he does not want to hear about our social life, Feliciano." Ludwig gently pushed him out of the screen. He likes the Italian transfer and all, but why they put someone from publicity in a managing position he will never know. Then again, he has no clue why they brought Gilbert in at all, even though he is amazing at his job they couldn't have known that before hand, but in the end he has to work with what he's got.

"Good morning agent G."

"Agent A." Gilbert corrected.

"What, when did you change your name to A? What does it even stand for?"

"A as in awesome, duh."

Ludwig gave out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance at his brother. Why oh why did they pick him of all people to be head agent?

"Fine. Agent A. Dr. Héderváry and Dr. Edelstein are up to their old tricks. For reasons unknown to us they have bought up eighty percent of the area's tin foil. I need you to get over to their hideout as quickly as possible and put a stop to it."

"Eh, a quick stop to Lizzie and the aristocrat's place? Easy. I'll have them down and out within the hour. Anything else?"

Ludwig narrowed his eyes at his brother, and grit his teeth, but he did not yell or scream. Instead he leaned in to make sure his brother remembered the one detail he always seems to forget. The fact that has made them move his house a total of sixty four times in the past three and a half years. "Remember, it is imperative that you keep your identity as a domestic household pet intact. Understand."

"Yeah, yeah west, I'll be fine."

"Bruder." Ludwig said warningly. "One more time and-"

"Ja, ja. Whatever; I'll be fine." Gilbert loaded himself into the hover car. He pushed the start button and the car took off, the engine drowning out the common, 'that is the guy we are all counting on?' and flew out a top hatch.

He opened up into a sewer and turned on the radio, which was playing his super awesome spy jam; bobbing up and down to the beat as he flew through a rock and out into the open. He ducked down his head as he flew past his 'owners', who were standing on top of the new twelve story high contraption deciding where the giant eagle should fly in. As soon as he was far enough away that they could not hear him, he started blasting his theme song again. Man, he had an awesome theme song.

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AN- hey guys, consider this my official welcome back! Well, really I start on the first, but I figured may as well get this series out. By the way, some ages have been switched here. Like North Italy is older than South here, and Germany raised Prussia (which of course is going to have a long, kind of tragic backstory because I cannot just write something fun and happy to save my life.)

This series will also sometimes follow the Phineas and Ferb plot and character roles, and sometimes stray. I have some really, (pardon the pun) awesome plans for Gilbert that are going to be in some original stories, as well as a sort of warped version of "Candace party."

But anyways, i'm going to quit my rant here.

Thanks for your time

-ithefantaticfanatic