This was originally going to be a one-shot, but I thought it would make a good multi-chapter fic. This is FACE family. I have been working on this on and off for a couple of months due to laziness, but it's the longest thing I think I have ever written, I wonder how people write such long things!

Yes, but thank you for checking out my story! Feed back or comments would be very much appreciated, thanks so much! Please excuse any or all mistakes, for I tend to miss those a lot.

I do not own these characters, nor Hetalia!

Matthew was with his Father, Francis. Matthew was sixteen, and he was tall and lanky. He wore a too big of a red sweater with the Canadian flag sewn on the back. They were from Toronto, visiting New York for vacation. Francis looked with bright eyes at the assortment of goods at the modest shop. Matthew smiled shyly as people gave glances at the pair, one with a strong, heavy French accent, the other with a soft Canadian one.

Matthew told his father he will be looking at other parts, and Francis smiled and told him to enjoy himself. Matthew made his way into the part of the store where he knew he would enjoy. It was filled with maple flavoured sweets. He looked at the assortment of candy. He smiled and picked up a polar bear plushy with chocolates.

He squeezed its belly and placed it down, and when he turned his head up, he saw a boy around his age, with the same hair color, and same face features. Their eyes met and they both looked equally shocked. Matthew whispered under his breath

He looks just like me.

Alfred sighed as he saw his father look on with great curiosity at the different types of tea. He rolled his eyes at him. And he told him we would walk around for a bit. Arthur gave him a dismissive wave and Alfred was off. He lazily dragged his feet around, and looked around the aisles, hoping to find a burger or a soda. He rubbed his belly and sighed. He was hungry.

He made his way around the store when his eyes landed on a boy around his age. He was almost as tall as him, and looked rather skinny. He stared at his back, eyes on the maple leaf. He was about to turn away, when the blond boy looked up. Their eyes were on each other, Alfred gasped, and he took a step back. He looked just like him. They both paused for a brief moment, and Alfred turned around. No matter the whole weirdness of it, he brushed it off as a coincidence and he started to walk off. He felt the eyes of the other boy on his back. He shuddered slightly, feeling a bit freaked out.

Matthew stood still as he stared at the other boy, he couldn't help but look at him, and when the boy turned around and walked off, he felt the need to run up to the taller looking boy and ask his name. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and waved it off as silliness, and turned back to look at the little treats.

Francis was looking at the assortment of tea now, slightly fingering the pretty material. He took a step back, accidently bumping into someone. He turned around and smiled apologetically.

"Deso-"He gasped when he saw a certain green eyed man with huge brows. He moaned and smacked his head,

"Mon dieu…"

Arthur was looking around the shop, when he felt someone bump into him; he turned around opening his mouth to apologize when he saw the face he never thought he would see again.

"Bloody hell…"

They both stood dumbfounded, how in the world did they meet again, once more?

"What in the world are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Canada?"

"I'm on a vacation with dear Matthew; shouldn't you be anywhere where we are not?"

Arthur smacked his head, and grumbled loudly. He ran his fingers through his hair before sighing and opening his green eyes.

"Let's just get the boys out of here before they see us-"

"Papa I-"

"Hey dad let's-"

Everyone turned their heads when there was a loud groan, a heavy sigh, and gasps.

"You again!"

Matthew went from his Papa's face, to the green eyed man's face, and finally to Alfred. Alfred did the same thing, and when he began to open his mouth, Arthur grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him along. Alfred opened his mouth in protest.

"Who is t-"

"Let's go."

Francis did the exact same thing, and began to pull Matthew out the door.

"Papa, who-"

"Not now mon cher."

Alfred struggled out of his father's hold, and struggled to catch up with Matthew and Francis who were already ahead. Arthur cried out in protest as Alfred began to run. Francis turned around, and began to pick up pace. Matthew stopped short, and ripped his hand from Francis. His father looked shocked as he began to run towards Alfred.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

They both gasped aloud, catching their breaths. They looked up and smiled, sticking out their hands. Both dads looked in despair when they both saw their sons talking. They walked the rest of the way, dreading the moment to tell the secret they were hiding for so long.

"The name is Matthew Williams Bonnefoy, son of Francis Bonnefoy; I'm from Canada. And you?"

Alfred smiled and responded with a handshake.

"Mine is Alfred F Kirkland, father is Arthur Kirkland, and I am from America."

They both were silent, not sure what else to say. Alfred rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Ah, well then, we're in trouble hey?"

Matthew nodded and turned around to see his Papa coming towards him, but his face wasn't angry, just worried. He wouldn't say the same about Arthur though.

"Boys, you shouldn't be running around here, and anyway…" Arthur rings his hands and grabs both boys by their hands. "We'll talk about it back at the hotel, let's go." Matthew looks surprised, and stares at his father, who merely shrugged and followed behind, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Who are you? What are you d-"Matthew tries to speak, but Arthur hushes him and turns back to face forward.

"We need to explain, just, be silent lads, and we'll explain later on." Arthur hales a taxi, letting go of Alfred's hand. When the driver pulls up in the small yellow car, they all piled in, Francis being pushed into the front seat by Arthur's foot.

Matthew happened to be squished in the middle, his face getting squashed by Alfred's shoulder. "H-hey! Alfred you should really watch-"Alfred mumbles an apology and moves his body so Matthew had enough space to move around a bit. He smiles and nods. "Much better."

"So Dad, what's up with all of this-"He gestures at Francis and Matthew, "And why did you freak out and all." Arthur ignores him, and tells the person where they're going. After, Arthur gets comfortable and strikes up conversation with Matthew, who stutters through the whole thing.

"So how's school lad?" Matthew shrugs his shoulders and sighs.

"It's good I guess, been getting good grades, you know, stuff." Matthew awkwardly twists away and turns to look at his Papa. "Why are we going with this stranger?" Francis sighs and gives a glance at Arthur, who glanced back at him with a glare, and they both ended up throwing looks back at each other, tension growing in the air, causing Alfred to sigh and wave a hand in front if their faces.

"Okay, okay, stop having eye sex and just tell us what is happening." Alfred smirked when Arthur blushed and stuttered out a no, while Francis raised an eyebrow in judgement, before smiling.

"Well Arthur and I did do more than eye s-"Arthur scowled slightly, and smacked him across the face, the cab driver opening his mouth to scold them, but quickly shuts it, not wanting to deal with the wrath of the British man. Matthew slid down in his seat, blushing madly, and hiding his face behind his hands, looking over at the scruffy cab driver, whose name seemed to be Joe, and gave him an apologetic look, and he returned it with a sheepish smile, and a shoulder shrug.

Alfred grimaced slightly at that, and fell back with a thump, crossing his arms. "Too much information, I don't want to know about your guys' sex lives." Matthew moaned at that and covered his ears. Alfred rolled his eyes, and nudged him in the arm, already comfortable with the shy boy, who doesn't seem like his brother at all, the looks the only thing tying them together.

Arthur growled low and crossed his arms also, looking out of the window, and huffing lightly. "All of you are a pain in the arse. Really…" Francis smiled and turned back to the front, shaking his head lightly.

"I sometimes wonder why we broke off."

"Cause you're a git, that's why, now be quiet, and let me think."

The whole way was silent; Arthur was fuming to himself, thinking of ways to get this done, over with. Matthew tried to hide, hopefully being forgotten, and out of harm's way from his supposedly adoptive fathers. Alfred was tapping his finger idly on the window, looking at the view, and naturally perked up when he saw a man in a Captain America costume, smiling and tugging on Matthew's sleeve. Francis kept to himself, humming a familiar tune, and tapping his foot, looking at the city as it zoomed past, fast approaching their destination.

When they finally did reach the modest little hotel, they all piled out, Francis paying and tipping the driver, whispering a quick sorry, before getting gestured over by Arthur, who was already dragging the boys over to the entrance. Francis sighed and trailed behind, before catching up. Arthur tugged on Alfred, who was tense, and scowling back, while Matthew held loose, rather scared at the older man's demeanor, and overall way he held himself. He wondered why Papa ever loved him in the first place, and decided to adopt.

"Arthur, mon cher, aren't you being a bit… tense?" Francis piped up, when they were in the elevator; luckily no one else was in it. Arthur glared at him, and let go of the boy's sleeves, pretty sure they weren't going to try and run away again. He tapped his foot impatiently, crossing his arms doing so. Matthew couldn't help but giggle at the whole sigh of him, sort of like a pissed off house wife of some sorts. Arthur turned to give him a sharp look, and Matthew stopped laughing, holding his head down. Alfred laughed at Matthew, and he also got a glare from Arthur, but he gave a steady glare back, his blue eyes burning.

"Don't even test me Alfred…"

There was a slight ding, and the elevator doors pushed open, and they all stumbled out, literally, as Arthur grabbed them again, pushing Francis with his foot, (he likes kicking him) and they made it out. Arthur let go of Matthew, and dug the keys out if his back pocket, before leading everyone to the little place they rented out. Arthur stuck the key in, and with a grand gesture, threw the door open and hushed everyone inside. It was a small little place, two beds, a bathroom, and other necessities.

Francis grimaced and shook his head. "Is this how you've been treating our child mon cher? To this… Mess of a place?" Francis ducked when Arthur threw a pillow at him.

"Shut your trap frog, this isn't our child, it is MY child." Arthur huffed and went to go retrieve the thrown object, and return to his stance in front of the two beds. He lightly pushed the boys onto it, setting them down, and roughly pushed Francis next to him, causing the French man to chuckle.

"You've always been a bit…"

"Don't even try it."

Arthur shook his head, and crossed his arms over his chest, and addressed the two boys with a nod. "Now lad, you may be wondering why we seemed to have crossed paths, and why we seem to know each other, and why you both share a shocking resemblance." He paused a bit, thinking his words over carefully. "Well you see, you guys are brothers, Alfred being older by one year. We adopted you guys when you were wee little lads, and when Francis and I were still…"

"Together." Francis piped in.

"Yes right," Arthur rolls his eyes, a thing he never realizes he does, and continues on, watching the boy's reactions carefully. "Anyway, when we broke off, I took Alfred, and Francis took Matthew when you guys were around two years." Francis sighed sadly.

"You guys were heart broken, and it was so saddening, I didn't want to keep you guys apart, but…" Francis shook his head, and shrugged his shoulder, nudging Arthur lightly. "Thing happen, non?" Arthur only frowned, and continued on, waving a hand.

"We kept touch here and there, asking how our other sons are doing, and this and that, but we never really… Talked much, so this little incident, was never supposed to happen, and after today, we are all going to forget about this, and go our separate ways. Is that understood? The main reason we never told you about this is…" Arthur looked at Francis, who looked back at him, and Matthew cleared his throat, staring coldly at the two grown men.

"What? You guys were too scared to face the past is that it? I have been kept away from family for this many years! My own blood, how could you guys even?" He let out a frustrated growl, startling the 3 other people in the room at the usually quiet blonde's outburst. "You guys were too scared to face each other wasn't it? It was all fine and dandy, until this day happened, which I'm glad it did." He fumed and stood up, clutching his head in his hands. "I can't believe it!" Alfred patted his back awkwardly before adding his bit, before Arthur and Francis can recover from their shock.

"It's okay Mattie, maybe they were going to tell us eventually, but, this really is crazy." He grabbed onto Matthew's tight, tensed shoulders, and turned so that he faced him. Alfred grinned a wide smile, and pulled the smaller boy in his arms. "I have a younger brother! I'm an older sibling, this is just nuts! Like on those movies and TVs." Matthew was a bit surprised by the hug, but relaxed and rested his head on his shoulder and begun to cry, the stress of everything finally crashing down, and he felt weird crying to his brother who he had just met, but everything seemed okay.

Francis looked on sadly at his son sobbing, feeling a strong pang of guilt attack his heart. He stared at Arthur, who was still struck, and was looking at them, void of emotion. "Mon cher…" Arthur snapped back and gave Francis a look that said "We're both idiots and what type of parents make their children cry" Arthur approached the two boys, one sniffling away tears, and the other holding him in silent comfort.

"Lads, we are so sorry that we hid this from you…" His voice is softer, much less sharp tongued and rough edged. "We didn't mean to really, we were caught up in our stupid little thing and-"Arthur felt as if he was going to break any moment, and he wondered why the bloody hell he was getting so emotional. Matthew pulled Arthur into a hug also, and Alfred grabbed onto Francis sleeve, and they stayed there for the longest of moments. In silence and thoughts, and Matthew recovered from his break down, and when he finally pulled away, he smiled softly and stared at all three people, one he has known his whole life, and the other two he has only met for a day, and opened his mouth to speak in a hushed, soft tone.

"Can I call you my family…?"

Arthur nodded hastily, and pulled the lad in, kissing his forehead, voice shaking.

"Yes, yes of course, I'm sorry, we're sorry…"

They shared one last hug, before Francis and Matthew left for their hotel, hearts warm and fulfilled, after sharing the briefest of family moments. Alfred flopped back on the bed, and cats a glance at his father. "Would be able to see them again?" Arthur smiles and nods, a bit out of character of him, but Alfred appreciated the gesture.

"Of course, anytime you want, we could go."

Even though Arthur and Francis no longer loved each other- (which the boys were very skeptical about, considering all the touchy feely moments, and those briefest of looks back in New York.) they often chatted, and let the boys talk with each other. Two months after they met, Alfred finally approached his father, tapping him on the shoulder when he was having his morning tea. "Remember when you said I can go visit Mattie anytime?" Arthur nodded slightly, having a good idea on what to expect. "Well, I was wondering if we can fly to go visit them, I want to see Mattie's hockey game, it'll make him really happy. Please Dad?"

Arthur sipped at his tea, fake thinking for a while, getting his son's excitement up. He quirked his lip up and nodded. "Why not?" Alfred grinned and jumped up, hugging his Dad, before bolting up to his room, calling back over his shoulder.

"It's next week, I'll go get packed!"

"But it's next week!"

"I want to be ready!"

Arthur smiled and sighed, realizing that maybe he was a little bit excited also, seeing Matthew

(And Francis, but he won't admit that ever)

He was about to take another sip of his now lukewarm cup of tea, when he was startled by Alfred, who peeked his head through the doorway and smiled sheepishly. "Oh and they don't know we're coming." He paused a bit, stepping forward to smile at his dad. "It's going to be a surprise!"

Arthur stared at him for a few moments, before smiling and nodding his head. He thought that this was a wonderful plan, and he can imagine the shock of both Matthew's and Francis's faces. He waved a hand at his son, shooing him off. "Now go on my boy, I'll get the tickets ready, and if you suppose, you could get packed."

Arthur quickly grabbed his laptop from his study, and began the search for tickets to Canada, and to family.

(A family he learned to miss)

Matthew fiddled with his phone, looking over at his Papa painting, before slinking back into his room, and flopping back on the bed, he dialed his brother's number, and held it up to his ear, smiling when he heard the familiar hello, along with some heavy breathing, and a sigh. Matthew frowned a bit, and questioned him, wondering why he sounded so breathless. "Hey Al, you okay? You sound… tired."

Alfred chuckled quickly, and leaned against his table, crossing his legs, throwing the clothes he was holding on the bed. He shook his head. "O-oh nothing, just cleaning up around the room and stuff, the usual." Matthew frowned and raised a brow.

"Cleaning? Are you sure you're okay Al, did you hit your head or…" Matthew listened to Alfred complain about cleaning his room, and cleaning in general enough to know it's now the usual thing he likes to do. Matthew rolled off his bed with a thump and, murmuring an ouch before rolling over to his computer, and booting it up with his big toe.

"Mattie what was that?"

"Answer my question first."

Matthew stood up and flopped onto the chair, and held the phone against his shoulder, and typed on the keys, writing his password, and waiting for the thing to load. Matthew heard a sigh from the other end, and a shuffle, before Alfred's voice floated through once more.

"I'm actually um… going somewhere, to visit family." Alfred lied, heart beating fast, and a goofy smile spread across his face. Matthew rolled his eyes in response.

"That sounds nice, my hockey team is in the finals, and I-"Alfred laughs and nods.

"I already know that silly, I wish you luck… Eh?"

Matthew rolled his eyes, and sighed. He had always found Alfred's sense of humour dry and rather stupid, but it had always made him laugh. This time though, he only managed a tiny laugh at Alfred's Canadian stereotype, and sighed.

"I wish you were here you know?" He shook his head, and rubbed his face. Awfully tired, he yawned. "I'm going to go take a nap Al, talk to you later?"

Alfred nodded, and didn't say anything, but he remembered Matthew couldn't see him, so he blurted out a yes, and hanged up, a smile playing at his lips.

Oh, this is going to be one heck of a surprise.

Thanks so much for reading!