Brotherly Love

by Shadowcatxx

AU. Al and Matt were raised as adopted brothers. They were best friends who did everything together. But when Matt leaves for boarding-school, Al begins to realize the difference between "brotherly love" and something more. As Al and Matt stumble through adolescence, they begin to realize that you don't always get to choose who you fall in love with. FACE Family :)

1. Prologue

DISCLAIMER: Hetalia: Axis Powers – Hidekaz Himaruya

BROTHERLY LOVE

WARNING:This story is intended for a mature audience and contains scenes that some readers may find offensive. If you are underage or easily offended, I discourage you from continuing. However, if you are 16+ I bid you welcome and enjoy! Thank-you for your attention :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please excuse the liberties I've taken with some character names & relationships.

ALWAYS practice safe sex.

DON'T drink underage.

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Thank-you and best wishes to the lovely and talented translator, The eleventh moon :D

CAST OF CHARACTERS (in order of appearance):

ENGLAND — Arthur Kirkland

FRANCE — Francis Bonnefoi

AMERICA — Alfred F. (Jones) Kirkland-Bonnefoi

CANADA — Mathew (Williams) Kirkland-Bonnefoi

ROMANO — Lovino Vargas

ITALY — Feliciano Vargas

SCOTLAND — Allistor (Scottie) Kirkland

WALES — Dylan Kirkland

NETHERLANDS — Lars Van den Berg

LATVIA — Raivis Galante

DENMARK — Mikkel Densen

NORWAY — Bjørn Thomassen

POLAND — Feliks Lukasiewicz

LITHUANIA — Toris Laurinaitis

ICELAND — Sigurour Thomassen

FINLAND — Tino Väinämöinen

SWEDEN — Berwald Oxenstierna

ESTONIA — Eduard von Bock

HUNGARY — Elizabeta Hédervàry

BELGIUM — Laura Van den Berg

LIECHTENSTEIN — Eva Vogel

GERMANY — Ludwig Beilschmidt

AUSTRIA — Roderich Edelstein

SWITZERLAND — Basch Zwingli

SPAIN — Antonio Fernàndez Carriedo

PRUSSIA — Gilbert Beilschmidt

AUSTRALIA — Jett (unknown surname)

NEW ZEALAND — Kaelin (unknown surname)

RUSSIA — Unnamed (Ivan Braginsky)

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PROLOGUE

NEW YORK CITY 2014

Francis!" Arthur yelled, green eyes wide in shock. He had dropped the brown-paper bag in his hands; milk and sticky egg yolk spilled on the hardwood floor. He and his French lover had only left for an hour to run some errands; the boys had still been sleeping so Arthur had left them a note: BE BACK IN AN HOUR. And yes, they were early; yes the market had been closed, but he hadn't expected to return to them—

"Francis, could you come here please—now?!"

"What is it, cher?" said the Frenchman, hurrying in. "What's wrong—" He stopped beside the Englishman; a wine bottle fell from his hand, but fortunately didn't break. He stared at his two sons, tangled in each other's naked, sweaty limbs on the couch: Al leaning over Matt; Matt's face buried in a pillow. Both young, teenage bodies were flushed; lips swollen. Al was panting. "W-what are you—?" Francis gaped at them. "You can't be— but you— you're—"

"Brothers!" Arthur snapped. In panic he surged forward and yanked Al off of Matt, provoking a yelp. Then he pulled the pillow from Matt's grasp and chucked it forcefully at Al. "Adopted or not, you're still brothers. You can't be doing this. I mean... I just can't believe you're doing this."

Francis covered his mouth; recovering slightly. Quietly, he said: "You're seventeen-years-old; we've raised you together for seventeen years. How long have you been—?"

Al looked guiltily at Matt. Matt swallowed.