A/N: Hi guys! :3 if your reading this…then I wanted to let you know that this chapter is a FLASHBACK! Woaaah, I know huh? Well, I can you can skip this if you really want to…but it will probably play a part in the story…so, read if you wish. U_U
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Arthur, who was ten at the time, was minding his mother's beautiful budding rose garden, pulling up weeds, tending the dirt, and cropping the flowers. There was no need to water the flowers, due to the recent rain, but Arthur watered them anyway.
The boy paused for a second when he heard a door open and close from the house next to his own. "Hm?" the British boy said in utter curiousity, straining his hears to the source of the noise. "Curses. I can't hear a thing." He grumbled to himself, pulling off his used to be flower-printed gardening gloves, that were now darkened by dirt and mud. He sat on the moist ground and considered his limited options: Go back inside to his idiotic brothers, or go investigate.
Just as Arthur was standing up to go back inside, and yell tore through the afternoon silence. "OW OW OW! SCOTTTTT! THAT HURT, YOU SCOTTISH JERK OF JERKS!" A high-pitches voice coming from the belly of Arthur's house complained. "Don't do it again, or I'll tell mum!"
Speak of the devil, there those two gits were, inside bickering over something probably stupid, as usual. Arthur paused and thought about his options again, before shaking his head and thinking, No. I'm just going to get another headache from those two brats. That's the last thing I need. Another bloody headache keeping me up half the night. Arthur's thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice, different from his own brothers, quickly being hushed by a much quieter one coming from next door. Hearing this, the young British boy decided to investigate after all, using his highly trained spying skills. Arthur slowly got to his feet and made his way to the back gate, dodging the puddles along the way. Leaning on the cold metal bars, the ten-year old found that he couldn't hear well enough. "Curses," he muttered, lifting a hand to unlock the gate. Once it was opened, Arthur took special care to creep silently up to a row of green bushes lining his neighbor's fence. Once spotting a spot big enough for his small body to fit through, he stepped behind them and crouched down, once again straining his ears to the neighbor's yard, shivering from the cold humid air clinging to his skin. He shook off the uncomfortable feeling it gave him, and listened intently.
"Alfred! Don't be rude!" A angry sounding voice scolded, its volume barely loud enough to hear. "You should be grateful we get to stay here for the week!"
"I know….I am, but Mattieee! What if they really Don't have hamburgers here?" a much louder voice whined. "You know I can't go a day without them, man! Ugh, I think I might die right here dude!"
Hamburgers? Oh. They must be American. …That explains their weird accent, the British boy thought. The one who Arthur who assumed was 'Mattie' spoke next, almost fearfully to the boy Arthur guessed was Alfred.
"No! don't die Alfred!"
Alfred laughed slightly and said loudly, "I'm not going to die! Hahaha! But I might if I don't get a burger anytime soon!"
'Mattie', realizing that Alfred was only kidding, sighed with relief and defeat. "I'm sure we can find something for you to eat…Now come on I think Mr. and Mrs. Baulker are waiting for us inside."
Arthur, guessing that their conversation was over, he slowly got up and turned away from the neighbors house. As he stepped forward, he froze when a loud SNAP! was heard underfoot. Looking down, Arthur found a broken stick under his muddy shoe. "Bloody hell…" the British boy cursed angrily to himself.
***Scores and Scales***
In the front yard next door, two pairs of eyes snapped quickly to where a snapping noise was heard. Matthew suddenly looked very nervous. "A-Al..D-Do you think it was a killer?" He whispered, clutching his polar bear stuffed-animal closer to his chest.
"Pfffft! Don't be silly, Mattie! It was probably just a squirrel or something.." Alfred's bright blue eyes suddenly lit up. "Here, I'll go check it out!" he announced, a look of determination imprinted on his features.
"A-Alfred! W-wait, eh! Don't!" the smaller boy called out as Alfred started to walk to the source of the noise. When the purple-eyed boy realized his brother was not going to come back, he ran after him, burying his face into the polar bear's soft fur. "Don't go without me!" he cried. When Matthew finally caught up to him, he saw Alfred pointing a toy gun at a surprised looking green-eyed boy.
Glancing at his brother, Alfred smiled widely and pointed with his free hand. "Hahaha Mattie! It wasn't a killer! It was some kid with REEEEEALLLLY big eyebrows!" He paused for a moment and then added with a giant grin, "They look like big fuzzy caterpillars!"
***Scores and Scales***
A short time later, Arthur's mother, Mrs. Kirkland, was busy washing the dishes when she heard the back door open and close. "Arthur, is that you? Have you finished tending my garden?" she asked, drying her hands on a clean, floral printed towel. Arthur nodded his head as he came into the kitchen quietly, leaves and twigs sticking out of his messy blonde hair. "Oh just look at you!" she said in a disapproving tone as she walked over to him and plucked out a leaf. "What in the world did you do to get yourself this dirty?"
Arthur didn't respond, looking off into space, a look of thought fixed on his face.
"Well?" she pressed, putting her hands on her hips.
With a small sigh, Arthur finally looked at his mother and said, "There are Americans next door." With that said, he walked to the pantry and retrieved his headache medication, before turning and walking up the stairs to his room.
"Hmm…" Mrs. Kirkland said, putting a finger to her chin in thought. "That must mean that those foreign exchange students are finally here."
***Scores and Scales***
A/N: Well…there we have it. O3O a hopefully, not too fail flashback. XD I would love to write more into this flashback..but unfortunately, the person I'm writing this for, wants me to actually start getting into the plot. –sighs- she's no fun, but I love her anyway. XD but maybe I'll write a short little side story about what happens to our poor Arthur during that one week..heh, who knows? XD Anyway, Arthur will wake up next chapter, so stay tuned, 'kay? ^ ^
Matthew: w-woah…I didn't know I was included in this story..
Me: Really? You didn't know…? O.o well, I guess you do now!
Matthew: -is silent for a moment- …I'm actually being acknowledged?
Me: …uh…yeah…o.e
Alfred: Hahahaha! Who is this Matthew guy? :D
Me: -facepalm- Anyways guys, I'll try and have the next chapter posted tonight or tomorrow..so yeah.
Matthew: TT^TT s-so stay tuned…
