This is my first Hetalia fanfiction, I hope you like it! I made two OCs, first I made Matthews father a OC, just imagine him as the beautiful world canada while Matthew is from the Axis Powers. I also made a OC mexico I named Esperanza based on the book Esperanza Rising and Heroes of Olympus, I have no idea why I created her. Anyway here it is...

There may be grammar mistakes, please try to ignore.

Matthew William's is the son of a rich Maple Syrup plantation businessman. One day his father receives a letter with shocking news that his brother Alfred was found after 10 years of running away from William's Manor in Toronto, Canada.

Living in William's Manor had a cast-system; of course at the top were the owner and his son, Matthew.

Though despite the cast system Michael and Matthew Williams still helped the most they could around the manor/estate. Matthew would go outside the house into the backyard that seemed like a maze for a 4 year old. He would cut thorns of plants and create good and soft soil for flowers and bushes to grow. Michael would organize paperwork for the household and estate manager's, Roderich Edelstein and Arthur Kirkland. And during winter he would make the best home made hot chocolate for all his workers, especially the one's out in the Maple Tree fields. All in all William's Manor/estate was a safe haven, the town's pride and joy, so everyone in town was confused why the eldest son of Michael Williams ran away. What was wrong with this safe haven?

The nanny of Alfred F. Williams, Toris Laurinaitis said after he left "for a while Alfred's been acting strange but no one excepted or took into thought that he would run away. Alfred was a overly cheerful boy, had many friends, what child in the right mind would run away when 7 years old?"

Those words haunted the minds of the townspeople. Where would he go? Was he dead? Who or what made him want to leave? Why did he leave?

The disappearance of Alfred F. Williams was like a box with a lock on it tightly; the key to getting answers from their many questions was Alfred himself. His younger brother Matthew Williams, who was 6 at the time, and never, understood what went through Alfred's head when he left and when he wrote the letter he left at Matthew's desk.

The letter consists of Alfred saying he was leaving, he was not coming back, some weird scribble, and that he will miss Matthew and annoying Arthur everyday of the rest of his life.

It's been 10 years since Alfred ran away, exactly ten years since Alfred thought it was a great idea to leave on his birthday, July 4th. 'He would be 17 today' Matthew thinks.

Matthew re reads the letter Alfred gave him 10 years ago, this was a tradition. The whole house always feels dead this day; no work will get done and half of the staff at the manor will spend this day crying and drinking the pain away.

Arthur who is now 22 and the estate manager will stay in his room most of day doing god knows what. While Francis, the house organizer of the central side of the estate will drink his pain away but also would have to comfort all the people on the central side of the Manor, which includes Matthew. Michael Williams on the other hand will spend all day looking for sights of run away boys that are named Alfred and are now 17.

Matthew sighs putting the letter down on his bedpost where it will stay until the next July 4th. Matthew ruffles his hair not caring about the curl that was popping out, he's tried many times to keep it down but it would never corporate. He lies down on his king bed that had the Canadian flag as a bedspread and pillowcases. Matthew was patriotic and like every other Canadian he had a bunch of Maple leaf merchandise in his room from a maple leaf table to a maple leaf alarm clock.

A loud scuffing of footsteps is enough for Matthew to go outside his room and investigate because no one in the house was usually out of bed and doing work at 9:00 in the morning on a Saturday, especially July 4th.

Once in the living room, where Matthew detected the sounds were coming from. He see's his father talking to the household manager, Roderich Edelstein in a hurried fashion. "Yao and I are heading to Los Angeles before we miss this chance. I need you to take care of the others, you're one of the only people in the house who isn't as effected by this day than all the others; make sure Gilbert does not buy a bar again and make sure Arthur doesn't find any pictures, you know what happened the last time. For now the Arthur situation is under control seen he's on his way to the train station, so you only need to worry most about Mathias, Tino, Gilbert, Francis, Kiku, Esperanza, and Matthew. Though Mathias and Tino are going to be okay right now since their with Lukas and Berwald, and Antonio and Lovino are helping with Esperanza, Francis is still asleep, so right now you only have to worry and comfort Kiku, Matthew, and Gilbert." His father say's breathlessly.

Roderich does a slight bow "Of course, I put all the pictures in the hands of Vash and Ludwig, and I took Gilbert's wallet away. Pancakes are waiting for Matthew to eat, Lars is off today so Mathias and him could hang out, I got Tino a puppy, I introduced Francis to tumblr so he could make his own fashion/ love blog, Elizabetha is right now creating a Mexican buffet and a pie so Esperanza can slam it into Antonio's face again, I renewed Kiku's funimation subscription and brought out all the manga books the library would let me rent, and for Gilbert I got beer and another yellow bird that is outside." Roderich replies.

Matthew's father frowns " What about Arthur?"

Roderich scoffs, leaning on the wall in a very ungentlemanly way "We've tried for 9 years to distract Arthur from this day, nothing ever works."

With that Michael Williams nods and walks out the house with Yao, his personal assistant behind him.

"What you looking at birdie?" A voice that was so familiar Matthew just sighs and let's Gilbert put his arm around his shoulders. The albino was annoying at times but he was all Matthew had on the Manor/estate. Mostly everyone on the estate had time-consuming hours so Matthew spent most of his hours with Gilbert, who never really took his job seriously. He was the house organizer of the west side of the estate though today everyone knew he needed people to comfort him not the other way around. He was kind, sweet, and was someone who didn't make Matthew feel invisible. In other words they were best friends.

"Papa was talking to Roderich. What's going on, eh?" Matthew asks, in his usual calm voice that was more like a whisper than anything else.

"I want to buy my own personal bar! It will be called the Awesome Gilbert's Lounge 2 and it will have the most awesome beer ever! Also I am awesome!" Ohh he was already drunk.

"I doubt that, you need money to buy a bar" Roderich interrupts, walking towards the duo, who were standing in the hallway. He was in his regular sharp purple suit and had his stubborn mariazell curl standing up. He stops once in front of us sighing, turning to Gilbert "Why aren't you taking care of the west side of the estate like you're supposed to?"

Gilbert laughs loudly and pats Roderich's shoulder like Roderich just told the joke of the millennium. Roderich is not impressed or amused. "That's funny! Specs, everyone knows that today you and Tonio take care of us. Remember our old tradition?" Gilbert finishes, smirking when he see's the light blush on Roderich's cheeks.

"It's not going to happen this year" Roderich mutters, to Gilbert. Gilbert again laughs like Roderich just told the best joke ever "That's what you said last year, but you still did it!"

Again everyone at William's Manor has a tradition this day, Gilbert has a tradition of getting drunk, buying a bar or at least attempting to, and then having an affair with Roderich. While other's like Elizabetha, Toris, Feliks, Raivis, and Eduard go down to a altar they built 9 years ago and tell stories of Alfred when he was a kid.

But even the wildest tradition is nothing compared to the one person in the house who Alfred used to spend all his time with. Arthur. When Alfred ran away Arthur was 12 and was training to be the estate manager by his mother. They started being friends when Alfred was four years old and Arthur was nine years old, and new to Toronto. Visiting Arthur's room on July 5th it would have broken bottles on the floor, clothes out of drawers, and the smell of smoke with Arthur carefully reading Pride and Prejudice on his bed so no one will realize that he got another tattoo on his ankle that he will have to pay a lot of money to remove. Alfred was a sensitive subject to say the least.

"Roderich, do you know why papa left?" Matthew asks, stopping the silent staring contest Roderich and Gilbert were having for dominance.

Roderich straightens up and face's Matthew "Your father got a letter last night from a anonyms person saying he or she found Alfred. " Gilbert and Matthew gasp and their eye's widen in shock, both with the same phase in their mind ' someone found Alfred, did I must have heard him wrong.' They look at Roderich as if asking silently if they heard correctly.

Roderich nods "Apparently Alfred spent time at this person's house and told him or her that he was planning to go to Los Angeles to visit a friend's house. The letter said he's supposed to arrive at Union Station at 10:00 am today. The person described Alfred to be a tall cheerful male with golden hair and a stubborn cowlick, and since all the Williams have cowlicks I figure they found the right Alfred." Roderich finishes, staring at the duo. They did nothing but take all this info to account and create a very uncomfortable atmosphere.

Gilbert is the first person to break the silence " Is Mike sure he found the right Alfred?"

Roderich shrugs "How should I know? I believe his is the same Alfred, anyway the pancakes are going to get cold soon."

XXX

"Mmmm, Elizabetha you make the best pancakes…" Matthew says, taking another bite of his pancake that was drenched in his dad world famous maple syrup. Gilbert was sitting next to him in the dining room having a similar expression.

Elizabeth, who is the head chef, chuckles wiping maple syrup that was on Matthew's cheek side with her thumb "Thank you Mattie, your father was the one who actually taught me to make pancakes this way. "

Elizabetha then moves back to the kitchen to finish preparing the Mexican buffet and pie for Esperanza. Elizabetha makes food whenever she is depressed, so by the end of the day they'll have enough leftovers until September. It was a good thing for some people in the house who liked to eat their feelings away like Esperanza, Antonio, Bella, and Lovino. They make us have tomatoes in stock at all times. But at the end of the day, it was way too much food, for even Matthew who could eat fifty pancakes without getting full and gaining weight.

"Elizabetha, do you know where Mathias is? I want him to make me one of his awesome Danish muffins that everyone loves, you don't make them right." Now, Elizabetha would probably at this time grab her frying pan and hit Gilbert with it for insulting her, but she was so happy about her encounter with Mathias only a few minutes after Gilbert and Matthew came. She just smiled and said, "He's with Lukas."

Gilbert groans and Matthew tries to hide his snickering. Gilbert hated the fact that two of his best friends were in a relationship with such downers. He even went far enough to try and stop their relationship. Which caused Gilbert to be hit by Elizabetha frying pan numerous times. "Do you know when he will be back without the emotionless jerk?"

Elizabeth chuckles "Longer than you would want to wait, I guess you'll have to leave with my Danish muffins."

Gilbert slams his hand on the table, standing up "Like hell, I would! Someone as awesome as me does not get rain checked food." Gilbert finishes, stomping out the room probably going to Mathias room and demanding food.

Elizabetha chuckles softly, turning away from the stove, going over to sit across Matthew, who was still devouring his pancakes "You guys never change, do you?" She say's softly "Going to the old tree house this year?"

Going to the tree house was Matthew's tradition today. The tree house was warn out and was on top of a huge tree in the backyard. Matthew and Alfred would spend a lot of time together in that tree house playing random games, comforting each other, and having sleepovers. No one was allowed up the tree house it was the brother's sanctuary. On July 4th Matthew would find himself falling asleep on the comfortable wooden floor with his pet polar bear, looking at all the drawings he and Alfred drew of aliens. There was around a thousand drawings.

Matthew give's a slight nod " Papa got a letter yesterday saying they found Alfred, I'll be in the tree house hopping and praying to god that they really found him. Though I don't want to get so excited, since it's probably not Alfred" Tears start forming at the end of his eyes.

Elizabetha smiles warmly and goes over to hug the Canadian "I bet he'll come home soon" Tears also forming at the end of her eyes.

XXX

Arthur kicks another stone on the cement sidewalk. Every year since Alfred's disappearance, Arthur would find himself at the local train station at exactly 9:35 am. It was already 9:34 am and he was only a streetlight away from his destination.

The train station bought back many memories of Alfred, Arthur preferred pictures but Roderich usually hides the pictures today, he's been doing that since 4 years ago when an incident occurred that Arthur rather not bring up.

The memories of Alfred when he was only 4 years and jumping Arthur to the floor of the train station steps giving Arthur his trademark smile and saying "Welcome to your new home!" While Michael Williams, grabbed his mother's luggage and starting putting it in the car, flashed through his mind.

Arthur sighs, sitting down on the steps of the train station watching the town of Maplesville [yes that was actually the name of the town, Arthur snickered for a whole year whenever he heard the towns name] slowly wake up and start their weekend schedule.

It's been ten years… how long will I hold on to the past? Arthur wonders. "Almost everyone at the manor/estate has accepted the past and started being in the present, not I though. Maybe I should start doing something today instead of mourning, then again traditions are hard to break."

Truth be told Arthur knew why he was spending so much time in the past, it was because it's unknown if Alfred's dead or living. Though it still feels like Alfred is dead since no one has heard from him in 10 years and every time a memory of Alfred comes up tears start appearing.

The sound of footsteps and a hand on Arthur's shoulder is enough to get him out of his daze and to look up to meet beautiful cobalt eyes, with a huge grin that he's only seen Gilbert and Mathias replicate. "Emm… dude are you okay?"

The stranger's voice is enough for Arthur to regain his composure and slap the stranger's hand off his shoulder, standing up Arthur yells "What do you think you're doing wanker!"

The blue-eyed stranger puts his hand up in defense. Now standing Arthur realizes the stranger looked around 18 and was the exact definition of a high school jock with golden hair yet stubborn piece of hair that seemed to deify gravity, all Arthur wanted to do was smooth it out. He had a build that replicated a football player though he wore glasses which was rare to say the least. He was dressed in regular Saturday clothes in Toronto which was a band shirt and jeans. There was something oddly familiar about this man and it was driving Arthur crazy, trying to sort his mind out.

"I guess you don't like to be touched, but dude are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Now would you please go now?"

The stranger then smirked like he thought of the greatest idea ever "Ohh you just got dumped by your girlfriend, right? She finally realized that your eyebrows looked why to much like caterpillars, she probably was afraid your children would get cursed with those caterpillars you call eyebrows" The stranger finishes, laughing up a storm.

How rude, Arthur thinks before going over to choke the stranger.

"Hey, Hey! Stop that! It's not my fault your fun to annoy, please stop! This must be illegal! Help, police- no Mounties help me I'm about to be choked to death!" The stranger says, in between breaths.

Once Arthur let's the stranger down, the man stumbles to the ground catching his breath. Then stares out at Arthur extending his hand "I'm sorry. It seems like we've got of on the wrong foot. My name is Alfred F. Jones, what's yours?"

Arthur eyes widen. Alfred was back. With a different last name that could have easily been his mother's maiden name. Now 17 years old without a scratch and seemed to be in prefect health. Though, instead of hugging Alfred to death like he wanted to Arthur give's him a small smile and shakes his hand. "Arthur Kirkland, it's nice to meet you again."

Alfred's eyes widen just like how Arthur's eyes widen only seconds ago "Arthur Kirkland, as in the son of Elizabeth Kirkland, estate manager of Williams Manor?" Arthur didn't even need to reply they both knew they were staring at the grown up versions of their best friend.

They then hug, not wanting to let go until they have to.

Love, Beret 101.

This is not a one shot, multichapter. Please review and tell me what you think, i'm always one who wants to make my writing prefect so please give me a suggestion on how to get better.

{I don't no if this is going to have any pairing, since at first I wanted it to be prucan, but I put Gilbert with Roderich... so. The next would be Franada but France is a hard character to write. I would never put Canada with Cuba, and I don't know enough about Holland. And for America- yes i'm a USUK shipper but I kinda want to make this fanfiction that has a lot of brotherly love, not incest though... Maybe ameripan, maybe usuk. Yes. there is dennor, I love dennor, maybe even hongice if I find a place for Hong Kong. Yes there is Spamano but I don't really write or think about Spamano a lot + Romano also seems like a hard character to write.}

Please review, Beret 101.

If you want to help write or would want to suggest something please tell me! I'm open to almost everything. ( the only thing I'm not open to is abuse and the pairing with Lichtenstein and Switzerland- God that's disgusting!