Alright so. pretty simple concept. this is my first Hetalia fanfic, and no it is not cannon as you can tell
I do not own Hetalia sadly.
Arthur Kirkland was a man in his early twenty's. You could say he was around twenty-two years' old. The age gap between him and his siblings was rather strange. Alfred a young boy, aged fourteen was a loud character. The youngest of them all was Matthew. Matthew was eight years old. When their parents both died in a work accident involving fire, Arthur was left to care for his younger brothers. Arthur had whiteish blonde hair that went no further than his ears, the first thing everybody could notice was the large bushy eyebrows he had inherited from his father plastered on to his forehead. Many would call Arthur insane, as he would often speak to his 'Friends' he would claim they were all real and that people just had to believe to see it…no one ever did. Next in line was Alfred, a cheerful, outgoing lad with dirty blonde, short hair, he had a cowlick just above his bangs and would always wear his leather bomber jacket whatever the occasion. He wore thin rimmed glasses that lay onto of the many freckles etched onto his skin. Finally, there was Matthew, he was shy and quiet, well reserved you could say, he was the odd one out, he had wavy hair that reached to the bottom of his chin and it was almost curly almost he also wore glasses but mostly didn't wear them so he wasn't mistaken for his older sibling. Most of the time Matthew carried around a small white polar bear plush, he took it to school, weddings, parties, you name it. Wherever Matthew was the plush was, and if he lost it, well he would be scarpering around everywhere to find it…
"ALFRED GET OFF THE BLOODY FURNITURE" Arthur yelled to the young teen. Alfred was jumping on the couch complaining he was bored. You see the weird thing about these brothers was that they all owned accents different from one another, the accents weren't light either, they were heavily thick. Arthur possessed a heavy British accent, Alfred, an American accent and Matthew a Canadian accent. No one could explain these things, they just where what they were.
Matthew poked his head around the corner to see his two siblings, Arthur shouting at Alfred. "U-uhm…B-big brother...?" He sheepishly asked. Arthur turned around "hm? What is it Matthew?" Arthur replied. "D-do you th-think maybe we could g-g-o see mama and p-papa…today? I-I made them a c-card" Matthew was very quiet as he ended his sentence. Arthur gave him a pitiful look and walked over to him, gently picking him up. "Of course, Matthew I'm sure they will love it." Matthew looked into Arthurs emerald green eyes and smiled slightly "T-tank you Arthur" Arthur proceeded to carry Matthew over to Alfred "Alfred go get dressed we are going to mother and fathers grave" Alfred looked up at them his blue eyes sparkling "YES THE HERO CAN GIVE THEM THEIR MONTHLY FLOWERS!" Alfred instantly shot up stairs to get dressed.
A few minutes later all three of them where ready to head off, Matthew was held by Arthur as they walked and Alfred was running ahead picking all the best flowers he could find. This happy little family of brothers had no idea what they were about to experience…
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