Author Notes: Mind you this is my first story so don't be surprised that it sucks. I won't mind corrections and helpful tips in your reviews, but please be nice about them. This story is rated T for mild violence, some swearing, and some comical mischief. Some things aren't totally accurate.

FYI: the characters are around 16-20 in this. AU story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the things relating to it. All of Hetalia and some of the non-official characters belong to their right full owners. This particular North Korea used was based a little off of Lo-wah's mixed in with some of my own ideas.

Please enjoy!

Yong-Soo remembered the crash like the back of his hand. His mom and him had just moved from Seoul to Oakland in hopes that he would get a better education than in Seoul. In Seoul, they were considered poor, yet when they moved to America, they went from poor to the upper middle class. His mom and dad had divorced months before they moved to America, yet his dad came along on the trip so he could strike it rich in Los Angeles. He was only a few months old when they moved here, so he never had any clear memories of them ever being one family, much less any recollection of his dad.

He just turned seventeen and he and his mom were traveling down the interstate. There was a truck in front of them with a bunch of old tires. It sped in front of them, making one of the bigger tires fall out. The tire had come through the windshield when Yong-Soo's vision went white, as if his mind was erasing it as he watched. When the flash was over, Yong-Soo saw shattered glass and crushed metal. The hood had been smashed to the point where it never existed. The area where Yong-Soo was sitting was mostly intact; much less himself with only a few minor scrapes and cuts. He looked over to check on his mom, but he barely looked out of the corner of his eye and he saw red splattered everywhere. He didn't need to look any farther, much less have a doctor, to tell him that his mother was dead.

Another erasing flash of white passed over, and next thing he knew was that he was riding in a social worker's car to his new home: his dad's. It was three days since the death of his mother, and the grief was still in his chest like a cold and bitter lump. He wasn't that close to his mom, but he trusted her if he ever had a question. He remembered one particular one for no reason about asking if he had siblings. He trusted his mom when she answered no.

"You know, living with your dad isn't so bad. I have a son that goes to the school your father runs, and he is a very generous and nice man," talked the woman social worker who was trying to cheer Yong-Soo up. Well… at least it got Yong-Soo to snap out of his thoughts.

He replied with a mumble. "I guess… but this is the first time I remember seeing him since I was born."

The social worker let out a small sigh and started speaking, "I might as well tell you, I knew your mother since we were… I don't know… twelve I think. We met on a Facebook and we talked practically every day and we talked about everything. Shortly after you both moved here, she met me for some coffee and we caught up, you know? Well… she told me that if she ever died before you were able to take care of yourself, that she would feel the most comfterable if you stayed with your dad. Knowing how up-tight and worry full she could be I didn't think much of it. But… she knew that you never really known your dad for long, yet she felt that your dad would be willing to take you in. And she was right. I went to talk to him after your mother died and he said he would be overjoyed to have you there with him, and take care of you to the best of his ability. Trust me, this is the best choice for you, otherwise you may have gone back to Seoul."

Yong-Soo listened intently, knowing that going back to Seoul could have been one of the possibilities. Yet something didn't set quite right, the fact that his mom trusted his dad. His mom never did quite say why they divorced, so maybe that's why he didn't quite understand.

Yong-Soo continued to stare out the window for the remainder of the trip. His dad had indeed struck rich in Los Angeles, even gave some of the money he earned to his mom, and had his house built in the most rural part of Los Angeles. Granted Yong-Soo didn't like living in the city, but living nearly half an hour away from the nearest gas station was just too much! How his dad could live out here this far from civilization was beyond him.

When they finally arrived at the house, Yong-Soo was kind of amazed. The gray and brown stone walls almost made the house vanish into the surrounding woodland. The house seemed to have an eerie feel, yet it also had some sort of pleasing feeling pulsating from it. There were even two small stair cases that came together at the front door in front of a circle drive way.

Standing in front of the door was Mr. Im, Yong-Soo's father. He was wearing what resembled a military uniform, yet it didn't look like any of the U.S uniforms Yong-Soo had seen on the internet. The medals he wore, though, did make Yong-Soo believe they were real.

As the car parked in front of the staircases, the social worker turned around and told Yong-Soo, "Stay in the car for a few minutes, okay sweetie. I just wanna make a nice entrance for you."

"Yeah sure whatever," mumbled Yong-Soo bitterly. His dad possibly being in the military wasn't something Yong-Soo was too excited about. Even the new ultra high class atmosphere wasn't something Yong-Soo felt he was going to enjoy. But it was his dad he was staying with, so he figured he might as well try and get used to it.

After a couple of minutes, the social worker stops talking to his dad and motions Yong-Soo to come out of the car. Yong-Soo, still a little nervous, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the car door. The sunlight blinded Yong-Soo slightly, but then again, he lived in smog covered cities which kind of dulled the sunlight a bit, so he wasn't too surprised. But, being the usuall him, after walking up to his father he couldn't help but let out a tiny sigh of relief when he was under shade. When he did look up at his dad, he wasn't quite sure what to do, whether to give him a hand shake or just plain say hi.

After an awkward silence passing between the three people, Yong-Soo's father finally said, "Welcome home, son." Mr. Im had open arms which indicated Yong-Soo was suppose to hug him. After the slightly awkward hug passed, and Yong-Soo's luggage was brought inside, they both bid the social worker good bye.

"Well… I guess I better get to showing you around the house, huh?" spoke Mr. Im with a slight chuckle that was more than likely used to lighten the tense air around them.

"You sound nervous," stated Yong-Soo bluntly. He didn't mean to sound blunt but it came out like that.

"Ha ha ha, you sound just like… someone I know," Mr. Im chuckled with the slight pause.

"Were you about to say someone's name? Cause it sounded like it," questioned Yong-Soo.

"Well, the person I was going to mention doesn't like it when I give out his name without meeting the person first, plus he finds it rude if someone else who is staying here finds out about him before he finds out stuff about you, for some strange reason…" Mr. Im explained.

"Why does that sound like that that person is also staying here?" Yong-Soo seemed interested in what was going on.

"Well-" Mr. Im tried to explain but was cut-off by a new voice that came right behind them.

"Who the hell is this?" the new voice spoke with a huge hint of annoyance.

The new voice came from a small doorway a few feet away from where they were standing in front of the staircase that led to the second floor. He was a teenager, more than likely Yong-Soo's age. As to why another teenager would be living here was out of Yong-Soo's grasp of understanding. If that wasn't enough, Yong-Soo got slightly paranoid that the teenager looked exactly like him. The bangs were exactly alike. Even their faces were the same, except for the clear cut annoyance all over the other's face. There were some differences but you would have to kind of look. The other kid had longer hair tied in a braid that maybe reached somewhere to around the shoulder blades to the middle of the back. Their clothes looked similar but the kid looked neater and slightly more gothic than Yong-Soo's ratty old shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

The kid was about three feet away from Yong-Soo, and was about three seconds from punching him in the face when Mr. Im stepped in. "Now, now. Let's be civil. Hyung, this is Yong-Soo. Yong-Soo, this is Hyung. And for your information, Hyung, Yong-Soo is staying with us."

After the explanation, Hyung acted like he got a slap in the face for a scolding, because his entire aditude changed within seconds. He stuck out his hand in hopes to change the earlier rude behavior. "Sorry about that. If I knew ahead of time I would have been a bit more hospitable."

They were just about to shake hands when Mr. Im dropped… a bombshell so to speak. "B-Before you get carried away, um, well the reason why Hyung is also staying here-"

"Oh, yeah. Why would another teenager be living here?" Yong-Soo asked curiously, who had yet to let go of Hyung's hand.

Hyung's hand stiffened a little and couldn't help but stutter. "Y-You mean you don't know?"

Sensing Hyung's hurt, Yong-Soo tried to comprehend what was going on. "Don't know what?"

Knowing he had to tell eventually, Mr. Im finished his earlier sentence. "Well, I see your mother didn't tell you. *sigh* Yong-Soo, Hyung is your twin."

Yong-Soo's entire body stiffened in those last words. His hand clenched into a fist so tight that Hyung had to quickly pull his hand away before it was crushed. Yong-Soo felt paralyzed and his speech was barely audible.

"I-I-I h-ha-have a tw-tw-twin?"

I hope this was somewhat enjoyable. I'm hoping that you liked it. Reviews are appreciated.

The second chapter is on its way so stay tuned.

I'm thinking that Chapter 3 is when you start to see other Hetalia characters.