Author's Note*

Hey Guys,

This fic took me YEARS to write. I recently found my old notebooks from high school filled with all of my stories. I will be editing current chapters every now and then as I rewrite it since it has been 2 years. The characters are almost everyone in Hetalia thus far in the actual manga/anime. It is AU, and some characters are OOC but I got so many things planned for this project, it will get crazy. Also...it is 95% yaoi. I'm not sorry. I will be updating weekly and really hope you guys enjoy. Please RR!

Prologue

Foggy mist on early summer mornings make Matthew feel nostalgic. When he was younger, he and Alfred would wake up before their fathers. The boys always sneeked out into the woods by their summer home up in the East Hamptons. The forest would be dark green mixed with a low grey fog. The air filled with moss and trees would slowly grow into a salty oceanic scent as they would get closer and closer to the beach. They watched as the mist cleared, to reveal the waves as they calmly made their way to shore. Matthew would listen to Alfred's ramblings of his comics or new ideas he had for inventions. Whatever that was on his mind, Matthew would sit contently listening to his brother. That was the simpler times. When they were kids, and their fathers seemed to love each other so dearly. Everything changed when the divorce was finalized. That was when the twins were 12. Alfred went with their British father, Arthur. Matthew got their French father Francis. Arrangements were made that the fathers and sons would spend holidays together and never really lived that far from the other, but still. It broke them as a family. As the years went by, they all grew more apart.

Francis took Matthew to live in the Vargas Estate. The well known Romulus Vargas, mafia godfather reigned along with his family. Francis, once in that family had come back with his favorite kin. And that was that. Matthew was raised with Feliciano and Lovino Vargas, the grandchildren of the Don. Feliciano and Matthew had so much in common despite their outward personas. Matthew had always been soft spoken, shy while Feliciano was always friendly and curious. Together they shared their love for the arts, sweets, boys and anything they found amusing. Lovino wasn't so nice but always sticked with the boys, tagging along to make sure they were out of trouble.

The house of Vargas was not only Italian. Romulus had ties to everyone, Dutch, Spaniard, French. His house consisted of everyone from everywhere. Loyalists to the man that had more then 20 fronted businesses to cover his oil ties in the middle east, drug and human trade in the Americas, and political interference in Rome. Feared and known to be ruthless to outsiders, Romulus is a family man. Adoring his grandchildren, and loving to his members and to the people he maintained business relationships with.

Present

It was 8:45 in the morning on a Sunday. Matthew had woken up first. The mansion was quiet, except the dining hall were the maids and butlers worked to set up for breakfast. He laid in bed for a while before tumbling off on to the hard cold marble floor. Last night consisted of a lot of drinking and dancing with Feliciano and their friend Tino. His head pounded and his stomach quivered with unpleasant bile rising to his throat.

'Oh, god no.' Running to his shared bathroom that connects his bestfriends room to his; barely making it, he fell on his knees before the toilet. The door from across, revealing a exhausted hungover Feliciano. His red auburn hair a mess and his baroque robe sliding off his shoulders.

Rubbing his amber eyes he yawned,"You too?"

Matthew flushed but still knelt holding his stomach. Slowly getting up to wash his face he whispered, "I think I'm dying."

Feliciano smiled, "They say the best cure is the cause. Come on Mattie, its summer break! Momosas for breakfast."

The thought of orange juice spiked with champagne almost made him ill, but Feliciano was right. Matthew had waited patiently for summer to arrive. After dancing his feet away in Mr. Braginsky's studio for Ballet and being a full time student in college, he needed a break. Feliciano as well, being an Art Major and working in the flower shop, one of his grandfathers fronts, it was a much needed vacation for him too.

Matthew threw himself in their shower as Feliciano did his morning business.

"So whats the plan for today? Grandfather will be in Mass until late afternoon. I was thinking maybe we can go check out that new chocolate shop not too far from the plaza."

"I was thinking more of the beach? I'm not even thinking about food right now."

The Italian sucked his teeth."Mattie it's for your birthday! It's coming up in a couple of weeks, we are so behind in the things we need to do!" He was right. Matthew had been putting it off since it would be the first birthday without Alfred. Alfred moved to Cali for school and would stay there this summer. Arthur went too and sent Matthew a birthday card with a picture of him and his brother. How considerate. Arthur never really paid attention to him. Alfred was always deemed favorite.

"I just have no idea what to do without him."Matthew sighed, shutting off the water. Feliciano handed him a warm towel.

"Well, how about we have the party here at home! It's practically a venue anyway. Maybe something themed? Elegant but simple, like you."

Matthew thought about it while walking into his room with Feliciano behind him.. "Maybe."

A loud knock interrupting his train of thought, Lovino opened the door wide, his deep brown eyes glaring down the two. Lovino was never in the mood for anything. Ever.

"Which one of you idiots threw up in grandfathers Venetian vase in the lobby?

The younger Italian panicked, "Please Lovi! It was an accident! I swear it!" Retreating to his room through the bathroom he shared with Matthew.

"Get back here idiota! Don't you have any sense of decency?" The older one yelled running right after him.

Matthew stood there, in the middle of his room his long golden hair dripping all over his slender torso and onto the floor. He dragged his feet in his red velvet slippers to his window. He loved the view, over looking the back of the estate. The massive garden where his favorite flowers grew wildly. The pool in it's aqua blue glory. And the sun over looking all of it. Feeling the warmth on his skin he couldn't help but to smile.

This. This was home. And it was finally summer.