Authors note: Hello. This is my first story. I really hope that you like this. Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter One: Home Coming

On the dock of a shore In Great Britain stood what looked like a young boy with messy blonde hair and bright blues eyes. He stood no higher than the knees of the adults surrounding him. He was staring off into the distance at a large wooden vessel splashing atop the waves heading straight for him. He was not so much interested in the ship itself as he was who was on the ship. Standing tall on a ledge on the front of the ship was his big brother Arthur Kirkland. The boy was not like other kids, he was a colony, the American colony to be exact. He looked no different than a five year old boy, but he was in fact almost forty-eight years old, and his big brother was centuries old by now. His brother is also known as Great Britain. He had found the little boy wandering in a field over-seas and he fought against France and Spain for him. Arthur held up his hand up shading his eyes from the sun to see the little colony jumping up and down in attempt to catch his attention. Arthur smiled and waved back to his little brother who he had not seen in months.

He turned to his crew and started barking orders, "Come on you scrounge dogs lets get this old girl docked; I would like to set foot on dry land before I grow gills!"

In response the crew began pulling on ropes that controlled the sails to speed the ship up. Arthur jumped of his perch and put on his black pirates' hat as he took the place of his second in command who was controlling the ship. In less than fifteen minuets they were docked and securing the ship. Arthur calmly walked to his cabin on the boat and sat behind a desk that had a map pinned to it. America ran up the ramp onto the ship and took the familiar route to the captain's cabin and ran inside.

"Britain!" he ran around the desk and hugged his brother's leg.

"I thought I told you to stay at home when I returned." Arthur said with a serious face.

America stepped back slightly afraid, "I just wanted to see you…"

"I also believe I told you to call me by my human name did I not Alfred?" he scolded

"I-I'm sorry," Alfred started to pout, "am I in trouble?"

Arthur cracked a smile, "of course not im just teasing Alfie get up here and hug me!"

Alfred cheered right up and crawled up into his brother's lap and bear hugged his neck, "I missed you big brother."

"I missed you too little one." Arthur whispered into Alfred's shoulder.

Alfred pulled back and stole Arthur's hat, Arthur chuckled and placed it on Alfred's head. Up close the two looked a lot alike, Arthur's hair was the same color and length, and at the time a little messy, they had similar features in their face except that Arthur's eyes were a striking green. At the time Alfred was wearing a pair of trousers that were almost too big for him and a plain white shirt. His older brother, however, was wearing worn out black pants, a red button up over shirt with gold embroidery on it and a white undershirt.

"Are you hungry?" Arthur asked as he bounced the boy playfully on his knees.

"Yes, can we go to our favorite place?" he asked.

"Lead the way captain Jones." Arthur stood up and sat the boy down. Alfred ran in front of Arthur who could easily keep up by taking half strides. They walked down the side of a cobblestone road that was busy with horse drawn carriages. Men and women who passed by stared at Arthur, who was dressed, well like a pirate. He just smiled to himself laughing at how when he walked by women their eyes followed him and the husbands insecurely tucked them in closer. Alfred was skipping in front and accidentally tripped over a loose cobblestone scrapping his knee. Arthur instinctively scooped him up into his arms and cradled him.

"Let me see." He coxed as he gently inspected the bleeding knee, "It is okay its just a little scratch," he kissed the knee, "is that better for now?"

Alfred sniffled and nodded his head but continued to cling onto his brother's shirt. Arthur held onto him and carried him the rest of the way to a small pub on the corner of a street. He went inside and sat down at an old wooden table in the corner; a bartender came over and sat a mug of rum and a mug of milk in front of them. They had been here enough times for him to remember exactly what they wanted.

"Let me see your scrape again." Arthur sat Alfred up on the table. He pulled out a rag from his pocket and dipped it in the rum and then wiped away the blood. Alfred flinched at first but he knew that this was necessary that the alcohol would kill off any infection. Arthur then pulled out a roughly made knife and cut a piece of his own white shirt off and wrapped it around the wound. He sat Alfred down next to him and protectively put his arm around him.

"Do you have any new stories for me?" Alfred asked playing with the red feather in the hat.

"Yes I do, but first we need to talk about something." Arthur took the hat away and sat it out of Alfred's reach, "do you remember the promise I made you before I left the last time."

"Yes, you promised you would stay home longer this time." He said and looked up.

Arthur looked down and felt guilty for what he was about to say, "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to break that promise."

"What? Why?" Alfred's eyes filled with tears.

"Im so sorry little one," he cradled the now sobbing Alfred, "I don't want to I really don't, but we ran into trouble this last run and we didn't bring anything back so we have to try again."

"When do you leave?" Alfred cried.

"Two days." Arthur said. The bartender came back and sat fresh cooked fish in front of them and baked slices of potatoes.

"Come now stop crying and eat." Arthur stroked his hair. Alfred slowly ate and every now and then would cry again. By the time they finished it was dark out and rain began to pour down. Arthur walked out with Alfred asleep in his arms, exhausted from crying, and found his carriage to take him home waiting for them. He hopped in the back and lied down across the seat. After fifteen minuets off jerking and bouncing the carriage stopped at large house. Arthur went to his own room and laid Alfred down on his bed as he changed into something to sleep in. He collapsed onto the bed and placed Alfred on his chest knowing that is was the only way the boy would stay asleep. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep that he desperately needed.

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