I stood there silently, the wind brushing against me. Looking down at the grave, I sighed.

Pascal Bonnefoy,

Loving Husband to Jeanne Bonnefoy and Father to Francis Bonnefoy,

July 14th 1976 - April 23rd 2005

Sorely missed by all. Rest in Peace.

I had been told not to come here, but no-one would ever stop me. He was my Father, and if he was still around, the events that followed his death would have never happened.

My mother and father were soul mates, perfect matches. Once he died of Cancer when I was four, she became heartbroken. She ended getting so desperate for something to make her happy; she ended up dealing and taking drugs. After about three weeks, the Police got tipped off, and ended up getting sent to jail. Since there were no other people in the family who could take custody of me, I was sent to this old woman's house.

Her name was Mrs Downham. She was a bit strange, but there was something around her you could trust about her. She already was looking after two other boys, brothers Gilbert and Ludwig Beilschmidt. Gilbert was my age and Ludwig three years younger. When I was eight, another boy, Antonio Carriedo moved in. I still wasn't 100% sure what happened to the three of them, but I did vaguely.

Gilbert happily lived with his heavily pregnant mother and grandfather, and another relative, but he didn't tell me how they were related. When his mother eventually gave birth, to Ludwig, she had lost too much blood, and died three hours later. Gilbert was three years old at this point, but wasn't stupid, and knew what had happened.

Three years later, the four of them (Their Grandfather, Amery, the unknown relative, Gilbert and Ludwig), we having dinner, when someone rang the doorbell. Amery went to answer it, but as soon as he said "Hello?" a scream of agony came out. The other relative went to see what was going on, and once they saw, they told the two boys to pack their bags and go somewhere safe.

The two boys went next door, where Gil's friend Elizabeta lived. They lived there for a couple of weeks with her parents, until they moved in with Mrs Downham.

Antonio lived with his father, because his mother had left as soon as he was born. When I first met him, when we were eight, he was covered in scars and bruises all down his back, arms and some on his legs. Apparently, his father's side of the family had a whip collection. Toni's father also had a betting issue, and when he lost money, out came the whips for Antonio. It wasn't until a neighbour heard him screaming when he was eight that his father was found out though, and he soon ended up being sent to Mrs Downham.

A year ago, when we were twelve, and Ludwig was nine, Mrs Downham (who was around ninety at this point), suddenly had a heart attack and died. All of us were a bit edgy on whether we would be sent to an orphanage, but luckily, since Mrs Downham's deceased husband built the block of flats in his time, and we had the biggest and safest apartment, we were allowed to stay there, but if we annoyed the neighbours downstairs, or they came in and saw something suspicious, we would be out. Of course, there was nothing wrong, apart from the residents being me, a crazy Spaniard, and two German brothers, one who has to put 'Awesome' in front of anything he likes and 'Unawesome' in front of anything he didn't, and one stoic and serious. Of course, I was completely normal compared to them.

Putting down the bunch of flowers I had got, red roses, I turned around and silently walked away, after breathing an 'I love you'. Red roses were always his favourite.

Slowly walking home, I kept my gaze onto the floor. Since it was the last week of the school holidays, some people that I knew were on the streets.

The town of Hetalia had a population of around 100'000, but it was safe enough if you lived in the right areas. The one I was in was also near a council estate, so most of the people living there were parents with schoolchildren. This area was also where you were defined as 'Gay', 'Druggie' or a 'Posh Snob'. There were four schools in the area, a Primary School which everyone went to, and three Secondary Schools. One being a posh boarding school for both boys and girls, the others were free schools, one a boy's school and one a girl's school. It was known by near enough everyone that the girls who went to the free school nearly always ended up alcoholic's or drug addicts, and the boys school usually resulted in gays. The ones at the boarding school were currently at home, but were slowly leaving to go back.

As I walked up the path leading to the flat, I saw Vash and Lili Zwingli, a brother and sister who both went to the boarding school, Vash's hand on Lili's as they crossed the road. Since Vash was my age, I knew he was very overprotective of her, since Lili was bullied a lot when she was younger, resulting in the two of them being sent to boarding school. Vash sent a curt nod my way while Lili stared at me, as she usually did with everyone.

There was also Heracles Harpusi and Sadik Adnan, pissing eachother off, as usual. Heracles kept his voice down most of the time, while Sadik just screamed his head off. The two of them went to the boy's school, but for now, neither of them had been marked down as 'Gays'.

Roderich Edelstein, another boarding school student, was striding down the road, his hands full with folders which looked like they were filled with sheet music. It wasn't unknown he was sat at the piano in his families front room 99% of the time. He didn't live around here; he was just visiting an Aunt. He was one of the richest teenagers in this side of town, and lives in a big house about two miles away.

Then there were the three boys who lived with 'The Scary Dude with the Big Nose', who was also known as Ivan Braginski. Fifteen year old Toris Laurinaitis and Fourteen year old Eduard von Bock were playing games with three year old Raivis Galante. The three of them didn't even know the definition of money, since the 'Scary Dude' had taken all their money they had from their parents off of them and they spent all their time playing around a tree. As you can probably guess, Ravis went to the Primary School while Toris and Eduard went to the free boy's school. I didn't know about Eduard, but Toris was going out with a boy called Feliks Łukasiewicz.

"I'm not you're wife!" suddenly came from a young adult who lived in the same flat's as I did. Tino Väinämöinen was sat down next to the silent Berwald Oxenstierna. An unlikely match, but these two were one of the first gay couples in their year, apparently. Berwald also had an obsession of calling Tino 'his wife', and the perkier of the two blonde's claimed he was a man, and that if he wanted to call him something, it should at least be 'husband'. But secretly, he liked it, and we all knew it.

That was when I finally reached the front door of the flat. As I jammed open the broken automatic doors, I found myself watching a Natalia Arlovskaya attack Ivan Braginski with love scene. It wouldn't even work out if they weren't siblings. Also, Ivan was the 'Scary Dude', but watching him with his younger sister, he seemed like he was going to cry.

Sneaking past the two of them, and a slightly nervous Katyusha Braginskaya, who was the two's older sister, who was mostly known around for her oversized boobs, I managed to get to the door that opened to the stairs. It was annoying since I lived on the top floor, but the lift stopped working in about two days after Mrs Downham died, as Mathias Køhler, a young adult who was a strong alcoholic, jammed something in the wires that made it work while drunk. It was supposedly a beer bottle, but the only ones who knew were the ones who lived on his floor, the Väinämöinen's, the Steilsson's, their cousins, the Bondevik's and the Oxenstierna's. Each group who lived on one floor had a name know for all of them, and this floor were 'The Nordic's'.

After going up the twelve flights of stairs, I finally reached the thirteenth. It was eleven a.m., and the same thing usually happened at around this time. Antonio would be having a siesta, Gilbert would be cleaning (a shocking thing for him), but had to take it too far, as he was usually seen wearing maid's clothes. Ludwig would either be reading or staring at something.

I was correct. Gilbert was dancing with the hoover and singing something in German (I only picked up on one word), Ludwig was building a card tower, his ice blue eye's giving it a cold stare, and Antonio was no-where to be seen, which meant he was probably in his bedroom asleep. But, as Gil started to hoover the area around the table Ludwig was sitting at, he knocked it with the handle, sending the nearly-complete tower scattered around the floor. "Scheiße!" (Can be either 'Shit' or 'Fuck')

"West, seriously, where do you keep getting those swear words from?" he said, turning off the hoover.

"You." Ludwig said, rolling his eyes. Since he was so tall and mature, some people thought that he was actually Gil's unidentical twin. The two of them stared at eachother, but for Gilbert, I think he was just having a staring contest for a little fun. He lost, badly.

While the two of them stayed silent, some muttering came from Antonio's bedroom. We all knew that if he fell asleep on his back and started dreaming, he would say something every so often. "I've got everything I love for free. Apart from those nice Churros they sell in that bakery down the road. 65p (about $1) for one about a foot long." he started saying, his Spanish accent in full flow. "It's gone up yet again." A normal comment from the Spaniard.

In the space of two seconds, Gilbert and Ludwig went from staring at eachother to Gil's arms wrapped about Luddy's neck, rubbing his hair with his fist. "Nein! Nein! Stop it!" Ludwig said, trying to push himself out of his older brother's grasp. Due to being three years younger, the ten year old had a bit of trouble, but eventually pulled himself out. Grabbing his book, he went towards his room, and slammed the door, which woke up Antonio.

"So, Francey-pants, where you been?" Gilbert said, rolling up the hoover wire.

"I went to the graveyard." I said bluntly. Gilbert didn't care I went there when I wasn't supposed to, since the same graveyard was where his mother and grandfather were, so him and Ludwig also regularly went there. The two of them went yesterday, actually.

"I don't see why they don't let us go without being secretive. They're our damn family, not the social workers." Gilbert said, rolling his red eyes and brushing his hand through his platinum blonde hair.

As the two of us started moaning about the stupid social workers, Toni walked in, made himself a milkshake in a plastic cup and started slurping it loudly with this random curly straw he brought a while ago for no reason, watching the two of us as if he was at a cinema. "Lesson learned: Social Workers add Franny and Gil equals a German and a Frenchman who are both pretty peeved." he said, taking the straw out while he spoke, before going back to slurping even louder, flinging himself on the sofa and turning the television. The first thing that came on was a naked woman stroking herself down. "Now which one of you last had this on?" he asked softly. "And don't blame it on Ludwig, he's ten years old and probably doesn't even know what sex properly means."

"Oh, so you do?" Gilbert asked.

"Ask Franny, he lost his virginity when he was eleven."

"Why do you always bring that up whenever sex is mentioned?!"

"Because you were a naughty boy." he tutted. "Seriously, Franny, you fall in love with every single person you see, male or female. I'm surprised your status is still 'straight'."

I flicked my long blonde hair back. "You're only saying that because you haven't had a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Everyone just thinks I'm drop dead gorgeous."

"Those who aren't 'Everyone' think you're a pervert, and they're right." Gil muttered.

"You're just jealous." I smirked.

"Answer the question!" Toni whined. "Her boob's are giving me nightmares!"

"You should have changed the goddamn channel then!"

Ludwig's door opened.

"Just to inform you, it was me who had the TV on last, so can you just shut up? You're giving me a headache."

Antonio looked at eachother and gave a slight "Oh…" before focusing on Gilbert.

There was silence for a few seconds, before:

"WEST!"