Bang, goes the fake gun the announcer hold; the hamburger eating contest he was in charge of commenced. I was one of the contestants and was starting my third hamburger. I ate half the plate in front of me by time the others were on their fifth or third. Yes, I eat fast, but when it comes to hamburgers, oh boy, I eat them like they were bite sized candy.

I finished the last hamburger on the plate and another filled one was set in front of me. The men beside me would give me glances and started to get sick at the amount of hamburgers I was eating. They gave up and went towards the restrooms. I chuckled to myself and kept at it, waiting for the others to face their obvious defeat.

I'm only twenty-two, and I'm able to eat to the extent of others. I'm able to eat so much food, though, because my stomach is like a bottomless pit; I'm always hungry for food, mostly McDonald's hamburgers. I don't always eat McD's, but I eat them once a week or month. I've been trying to cut myself from eating too much greasy hamburgers, and wound up eating once a moth. The fact that I love about being able to devour food is that I don't get fat; I exercise a lot to keep myself fit and buff.

I know that doing these contests are silly, but their fun for me and I win around a hundred dollars. I may have a good job that pays me almost five hundred thousand or more dollars a year, but still, winning a contest is fun; the money that I win, though, I give to orphanages or companies that are trying to promote less pollution.

Speaking of orphanages, I promised the kids I'd visit today and give them a special treat. I guess I'm going to the store after this. Once the last guy finally gave up, the announcer sighed. He's a friend of mine and no matter how many times he puts up a contest, I always win. "Looks like our Champion is still undefeated." He comes over to me as the crowd claps and hands me the money. "Alfred F. Jones, you just won three hundred and seventy-five dollars." The men who tried for the prize growled at their loss as the crowd gasped at the amount of money. "What will you do with this money?"

"Phil," I say clapping him on the shoulder with a smile plastered on my face, "I'm going to give this money to the orphanage that I'm visiting today." Every woman there smiled and placed a hand over their hearts saying how kind I was. "Those kids need the money more than I do."

"You're their hero, aren't you Al?" I smiled and jumped off the stage. "Tell Marie I said hi."

"You got it." I waved and left for the store. I bought a bouquet of yellow flowers and some bags of candy. I walked down to the town's orphanage and knocked on the door. An elderly woman opened the door and I smiled. "Hi Marie."

I pulled the tulips from behind my back and gave them to her. She smiled and took them. "Ever so kind." She sniffed them and sighed. "I love them, thank you Alfred."

"You're welcome." I kissed her one the cheek and came into then building. Marie has taken care of this orphanage since it was given to her at the age of twenty. I came here at five years old and she took care of me and my brother. She's like a grandmother to all of the kids and she's the only family we know of, especially the kids. She's around eighty now, but she looks younger than that and she's still spunky. I chuckled and I went to the stair case leading to the rooms upstairs. "Yo!" I shout up the stairs. "I heard there was trouble, but it looks like everything's fine. Maybe this hero will just-" Some kids came flying out of their rooms and down the stairs, jumping on me making my stop talking and fall. "Dang guys."

"Alfred!" I heard the other voice and glanced up to see my brother. We're the same age since we're twins, but we're a bit different. We never use to get along, but ever since we grew up and knew that we cared for the younger kids, we made a connection and started getting along. "What on Earth...?"

"Sorry Mattie, you know how much I love seeing the kids." He shakes his head as he smiles. "Oh yeah," I gave the bag in my hand to a young scoundrel named Jacob, "share these with the other boys and girls." He nodded and raced up the stairs with Nancy behind him. I picked myself off the floor and turned to Marie. "I also have this." I handed her the prize money and smiled. "I won this today," I could tell she was going to say that she doesn't need it, but stopped her, "and don't say no; I got this and I'm giving it to you. I don't need that money." I turned to go up stairs, but stopped. "By the way, Phil says hi."

"That rascal's still thinks of me?" She smiled and put the money in her pocket.

"Who could forget the best care taker of children in the world?" She giggled. "Besides, all of the kids may have grown up, but we still think about you and love you like you were our mother or grandmother."

She shook her head and started waving her hands for me to shoo. "Stop trying to flatter me and head up stairs with your brother."

I chuckled and did as she told me to. "How was today?" Mattie asked once I was next to him.

"Boring as hell," I stated, "but that's only because I didn't do much today." He nodded. "So how were the kids."

"Anxious as ever." He chuckled. "Ever since you said you were visiting again today, they have been full of energy and waited for you to come."

"Why didn't everyone come out?" Usually all twenty kids would run up to me; only two did that today.

"Well, some are sleeping, some are sick," I pouted, "and some had been adopted today."

I smiled. "Who were the lucky ones today?"

"David, John, Rose, Melinda, Chase, and Sylvia." I smiled. "Dave and John were both adopted by the Sullivan's, Rose was given to our friends Kalvin and Sarina, Melinda went to the Gordan's, Chase was happily adopted by the Winkler's, and Sylvia clung to the Case's." My smile brightened and so did his. "All in all, they went to great families."

"That's great." I looked around the hall. "So who's sick?"

"Calvary," I cringed. Calvary is a sickly girl who's only ten; she's been sick most of her life and it's sad seeing her in bed most of the time. When she's not sick, she gets hurt very easily but doesn't complain. I sighed, "she has another fever."

"When will she ever get better?" He shrugged.

"I need to talk to you about something else." I nodded and waited for him to share what he wanted to say, but started walking into his room. I followed him and sat his desk. "You know that Marie's getting older right?" I slightly nodded. Why is he bringing her age up? "Well, she's thinking about retiring."

"What?" I was shocked.

"Don't worry," he goes trying to hush me up, "she will still live here, but she won't own the orphanage anymore." I sighed. "She said s-she wants to g-give it..." My eyebrow hitched up, interested in who was going to get this place. "She wants to give it to," he sighed and took a breath of air, "me."

My eyes widened as I leaped up to hug my twin. "That's great Mattie." I pulled away and looked at his smiling face. "You're going to do great with the orphanage, I know you will."

He chuckled. "Yes, yes, I know, but..." He looked up at me. "I can't do this alone and I know that you're too busy with working at the office and all." My smile started to waver a bit. He's not going to hire someone is he? We don't know who to trust thought. I know that I work at a major company, but I'm willing to work here as well. "I was thinking about posting a wanted sign for whoever wants to work here. It's just going to be one person; this place has been run by two people ever since it opened and it'll be fine with just two."

"But we don't know who to trust." I stated. "And I know I have a job at some company, but I'll quit it to work here."

He shook his head and frowned. "It's not just 'some company'; it's the Honda Company. You shouldn't quit a job that will get you somewhere; only an idiot would do that. Anyway, I already have an idea of who can work with me." He smiled. "When I went out one day, I meet a kind fellow who helped me bring the groceries home. And no it wasn't Francis." I chuckled at his blushing face. "It was a man from England, and once he meet the kids, I saw how well he was with them. Even Peter likes him."

I whistled. "He has to be very likeable for Peter to like him." We chuckled.

"Yeah, and the weird thing is that they have the same eyebrows."

"Bushy caterpillar and all?" We snickered and he nodded.

"Yes." He wiped away a tear. "I asked him to come over later today so that you could meet him. He should be here soon."

We hear a knock on the door and turned towards the door. A green eyed blonde stood in the doorway and I could help but stare at him. "Hello, Matthew."

My brother smiled and walked over to the man. "Hi," he said as he turned to me, "Alfred this the one I was talking about."

I walked over as well and shook hands with the man. "I'm Alfred. Alfred F. Jones."

I smiled and he reluctantly smiled, too. "I'm Arthur Kirkland. It's nice to meet you."

I was happy and all, but little did I know about how much my life would change; after this little meeting with the grassy green eyed blonde, I would never feel the same.

Note: I was bored as hell today and was trying to figure out how to continue some of my stories and came up with this one when i went to McDonald's. I was going to have it, at first, a short one-shot between the two as America and Britain. It was supposed to be about America taking England to a fair where there was a hamburger eating contest being held and embarrassing the hell out of England; i still might have that in the story, but i don't know where.

I hope you like what i have so far. It's just the beginning so it's short like most of my first chapters are. I know this story might be a little silly, but that's what i like about stories. I also realized that i have so many stories in Arthur's POV and not a lot of Alfred stories. I know that Set Sail to the Sea is in Alfred's POV and some of the Memories from the Past and Present, but the main reason why i don't do a lot in Alfred's POV is because i'm afraid that i'm not keeping his personality like it is in the show and books, but since i can do Romano that means i can do Alfred. I know they're the opposite of each other, but still, i'm able to keep them in character.

I thank you for reading and R&R please so i can know how i did :)

I don't own Hetalia, only the story idea.