We meet again after only a few days! I got this out relatively quick because I knew I wouldn't have time tomorrow or the next day. And it's the weekend! Stupid homework... Anyway, this is just a chapter to get things going so it might not be very interesting and it's short. I hope you enjoy anyway!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I told you copyright people that in the last story!

Warnings: None for now :) Except for the fact that I used the Translator for some of the languages (except for Spanish). So I apologize if I messed up. But we shall have more warnings in later chapters.

Clarity

Chapter One

Countries

Ayden sat on the floor, giggling and grabbing at something that wasn't there. The child began to clap his hands, clearly amused.

Ayden giggled again, squealing with delight.

Alfred watched the four year old with perplexity. What in the world was his son looking at? The American didn't see anything. Alfred observed further as Ayden wobbled to his feet and walked away towards the kitchen.

The American followed and saw that Arthur had picked him up. Alfred watched as Arthur pointed to the air, telling Ayden something in his ear. Ayden then waved and giggled.

"What are you two looking at?" Alfred decided to finally speak up, tired of being kept in the dark.

"Well, it seems our son has inherited my ability to see magical creatures," Arthur smiled, kissing the child on his temple.

"Really? Huh. That's pretty cool," Alfred smiled back.

"Bunny! The green bunny's flying! Father, can't you see it, too?" Ayden exclaimed.

"No, son, I don't have that privilege," Alfred mussed Ayden's hair.

"Really? How come?"

"I don't know," Alfred shrugged. "I don't have that gift."

"Aww! You'd really like the bunny, Father! It's so nice!" Ayden grinned, reaching for thin air again as if he was trying to catch it. Well, at least to Alfred it was thin air.

"Love, we'll have to play with the bunny later. Right now we have to get ready to go. Remember when I told you that your father and I have a meeting to go to and that we need you to be on your very best behavior?" Arthur looked at his son intently and used the gentlest of tones but his eyes showed that he was being serious about what he was saying.

"I remember, Papa. I'll be good," Ayden nodded.

"There's a good lad. Now, you'd better go get dressed so we can make it on time. Do you want one of us to help you?" Arthur set Ayden to his feet.

"No, I can do it! I'm a big boy!" the boy then ran to his room.

As the child disappeared, Arthur sighed, feeling nostalgic, "It seems like it was just yesterday that we brought him home from the hospital. He's only four and already so independent."

Alfred laughed a little at how motherly the Englishman was sounding and moved to wrap his arms around the blonde's waist and brought him close, "Don't worry, Arthur. He's still a kid. He needs us no matter how independent you or he thinks he is."

Arthur turned to face his husband, raising an eyebrow, "Did Alfred F. Jones, the most headstrong, oblivious person that I've ever met… just say something wise? I'm speechless."

Alfred blinked a little. "Huh?"

"Nothing, love, don't worry about it," Arthur chuckled and placed a kiss on the taller man's cheek. "Like Ayden, we'd better get ready. The meeting starts in another hour or so."

"Oh, but, Arthur!" Alfred griped. "I don't wanna go!"

Arthur found it useless to try and correct the American's grammar and nearly burst out laughing when the latter puffed his cheeks out to show his dissatisfaction ('nearly' being the key word).

The Englishman simply chuckled, "Your four year old son is more excited than you are."

"Yeah, but he's a kid! I've been to thousands of these things and they're boring!" Alfred huffed.

"Well, you'd better get used to them, dear. You have a long way to go," Arthur shrugged, making his way up the stairs.

Alfred sighed.

"You'd think we were going to the opera, but we're just going to a meeting," Alfred, now fully dressed in his suit, was checking to make sure his son had no trouble getting ready.

"Do you think Uncle Francis and Uncle Matthew will be there? What about Mr. Kiku?" Ayden asked excitedly as he finished pulling on a green polo, one that brought out the emerald in his eyes.

"Yup, I'm pretty sure they will be," Alfred nodded, watching the boy.

Ayden grinned as he slipped on his socks and shoes. Those three were some of his best friends among the countries. Everyone was really nice to him and even brought him treats sometimes! Well, maybe not Natalya. She scared him…

He tried to tie the shoelaces but was having some difficulty doing so. He sighed, a little embarrassed that he still couldn't get it right on the first try.

"Father…" Ayden spoke meekly with crimson tinting his cheeks lightly, "do you think you could…"

"Sure," Alfred smiled and knelt down beside his son and tied the laces with ease.

"Thank you…" Ayden said, staring at his shoes.

He just didn't understand. His papa and father had been teaching him how to tie his shoes but he couldn't seem to get it right! He had been able to learn everything else so quickly…

"Hey, chin up, okay? You'll get it. You're a smart kid," Alfred lifted his son's chin tenderly.

"But you and Papa have been trying to teach me for so long. What if other kids my age can do it but I can't? It's embarrassing…" the boy's honey bangs fell in his face.

"Ayden," Alfred began in a soft voice, "everyone learns things at different times. Don't worry, you'll get it. Practice makes perfect."

The boy nodded and smiled. He loved his parents so much. They always knew how to cheer him up.

"Are we all ready to go?" Arthur stood in the doorjamb, smiling at the scene.

"Yup," Alfred nodded. "Wait, how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," Arthur answered as his smile widened.

"Uncle Francis! Uncle Matthew!" Ayden ran to the two countries and hugged them.

"Bonjour, petit," Francis smiled.

"Hello, my favorite nephew," Matthew picked up the child, his cobalt eyes shining.

"I'm your only nephew!" Ayden grinned.

"That is very true," Matthew nodded. "But still my favorite!"

The Canadian began tickling Ayden and the child's laughter filled the room, bringing smiles to even the most stoic of nation's faces.

"Ah, and if it isn't my good friends, Amerique and Angleterre," Francis turned to Ayden's parents.

"Save it, frog," Arthur narrowed his eyes a little.

"Angleterre, you wound me!" Francis said with mock hurt, placing his hand over his heart.

Arthur rolled his eyes and Alfred laughed at the duo's (mostly Arthur's) bickering. Their rivalry never ceased to amuse him. The American then turned to his brother. The incident four years ago was long forgotten.

And it was to remain that way.

Matthew set his nephew to his feet when Ayden had requested that he see Kiku, Feliciano and Ludwig.

"Hello!" the child greeted.

"Ve~! You are getting so big, piccolo!" Feliciano brought Ayden into a hug and released.

"Ayden!" a child's voice could be heard.

Said boy turned around only to be tackled by a girl with auburn curls and bright amber eyes. The girl, who was only younger than the British-American child by eight months, grinned at Ayden.

A light blush crawled across Ayden's face, "H-Hello, Ilaria."

"Hola, Ayden!" she continued to beam.

"She's just as cheerful as you are, Antonio," Arthur watched the two with a small smile.

The Spaniard who had just walked in simply laughed while his Italian lover rolled his eyes.

"Did she get anything from you, Lovino?" Alfred joined Antonio in a fit of laughter.

"Si," Antonio answered. "His temper."

Lovino glared.

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way! Isn't that right, mi amor?" the Spaniard quickly rebounded.

Lovino rolled his eyes again and Antonio placed a kiss on the man's cheek, causing said man to blush.

"All right, we'd better get started so we can leave early," Ludwig already sounded irritated.

Alfred and Arthur looked at Ayden who had already retreated to a chair in the corner of the room with Ilaria, sifting through the bag he had brought with him full of things he could do to entertain himself for the next hour… or two. But it was never as fun as when his father started talking about superheroes or when his papa and Uncle Francis started arguing.

Yes, the countries truly were a sight to see.

Ve~! Little Ayden and Ilaria!

Too cute to resist, right? Lol!

Ayden and Ilaria: We are! :D

Me: Tell that to the readers!

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Arigatou!

Hasta la Pasta~