Ah hello! I know this update is beyond late, so please forgive me for that. Thank you for the reviews and such for this story, they mean a lot. Thank you for reading. There are small hints of Gerita and PruHun this chapter but nothing major.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


When Matthew had heard the dial tone, he sighed, and wondered why he had turned on his computer in the first place. He frowned slightly, staring at the picture he had set as his wallpaper, a picture of Alfred and Arthur, smiling happily as they stood in front of the peach arch. He smiled fondly, and then shut it off.

He lazily pushed the chair back, and flopped back on the bed, arms hanging loosely next to him, he stared up at the ceiling, looking at the pictures of Hockey players he posted up there long ago, and his eyes turned over to the right, grinning at the photos he took while they were still in New York. He loved posting good memories on his walls, so he could stare at them while in bed.

He looked at the one he took right before they left back to Canada. It was one with them in the airport, Arthur and Francis standing behind Matthew and Alfred, who were holding onto the younger boys shoulder, and Alfred had stuck his fingers behind Matthew's head. They were all grinning. And the person who they had asked to take the picture told them that they were adorable, and Matthew had been the only one to blush.

He grinned at the memory, and he closed his eyes, his whole body relaxed, and he thought of everything that has happened, and he nearly screamed. His life has changed so much, he has an older brother, he has another Father, and he couldn't take the amazingness of it.

He curled up and dreamed about how he scored the winning goal in a hockey game, Alfred, Dad, and Papa, congratulating him. He smiled happily in his sleep, embracing the feeling.

By the time he woke up, it was already lunch time, and Francis called him down. He made a mental note to call Alfred after dinner, making sure he ate, or that his house hadn't burned down.

(He had heard horrific stories from both Alfred and Francis.)


Alfred had finished up with packing, bringing the clothes that would prepare him for Canada, considering the fact though, that Matthew had told him it wasn't really that cold, still packed big sweaters, long pants, and hats and mittens, not trusting him at all. Matthew was probably used to it, and no way was he taking Matt's word for it.

He managed to pack as much American stuff as possible, shirts, sweaters, hats, he was going all out, imagining the shock, and anger on his brother's face, even though it would be very, very unlikely he'd get mad. He'd probably just laugh it off, and smile at him.

He rolled his eyes at his brother's overall niceness, and he just chooses to close his suit case, packing just enough for a week, and right after he closes it, he hears his cellphone ring, the tune of Star Spangled Banner playing.

He picks it up, and hears the familiar voice of his friend Gilbert float through, his voice unnaturally loud, as he exclaimed through the phone. Alfred grimaced, and held the phone a couple of centimetres away from his face.

"Hey Alfred, want to go to the movies next week? I hear the new Avengers came out, and I know you'll love it. How about it? It'll be awesome, just like me!" Gilbert laughed, and Alfred laughed too, his friend was a great person overall, though his random exclamations of "Awesome!" scared him slightly, considering he did it at the most inappropriate of times.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh man, I would love to go Gil, I really would, but I'm going to be busy that week." He heard a slight scoff over the other end, and he frowned slightly, questioning his best friend. "What?"

Gilbert had laughed right after Alfred had said that, and he yelled into the phone. "What?! How do you have any plans? All you do is lay around eating burgers and play video games and stuff. I spent enough weekends at your house to know what you do."

Alfred frowned and waved it off, and he tried to reassure his overly excitable friend. "Well, I'm visiting family and…"

"In England?"

Alfred shook his head, and dejected it as if it were the silliest thing ever. "Hell no, in Canada of course."

"Canada? Pfft, why Canada? Isn't it just all cold and like igloos and moose and like, cold. Oh, and pancakes and maple syrup, I love pancakes and maple syrup."

Alfred had rolled his eyes at that, and scolded his friend. "It actually isn't that cold, and they don't live in igloos and stuff." Gilbert had laughed loudly, choking back tears, he had given no chance for Alfred to speak out, as he spoke into the phone he was holding against his ear and shoulder.

"Oh my god, you, you are, you are actually saying that, weren't you, two months ago, saying that all Canada was, was America's hat, a very cold, wasteland, of a hat. What's gotten in to you?!" Gilbert burst into another bout of laughing, causing Alfred to stutter.

"S-Shut up! My brother lives in that so called wasteland!" Alfred quickly shut his mouth tightly, wondering why he had said that and he heard Gilbert shush down, and he questions Alfred, voice low.

"I didn't know you had a brother… "

Alfred sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, neither did I. I found out two months ago and that he's my younger brother and stuff. My dad had actually had like a lover or something, named Francis, and they were together, they adopted us I guess. They broke it off, and he took Matthew, and Dad took me."

He was a little worried by the silence Gilbert was giving off, and he just heard a laugh. "Y-You're adopted?! Oh my god, that's hilarious. And a Canadian brother? Does he say eh? Play Hockey? Oh, does he have any pancakes to spare?"

Alfred sighed, and shook his head, he should've known Gilbert would react in a way, and he merely shrugged his shoulder. "Yeah, pretty much. That's why I can't come to go see the Avengers. I'm going up to Toronto to go visit my Brother. He's having a hockey game, an important one at that, and we're going to surprise him and everything."

Gilbert nodded mutely and sighed, calming down a bit, he smiled. "Well lucky you! You're now in the older brother club, welcome, would you like some cake? Oh yeah, what was your bro's name again? How old is he?" Alfred rolled his eyes.

"No, I would like some burgers, and his name is Matthew, Matthew Bonnefoy, and um, he's 16, a year younger than me." Gilbert rolled his eyes at that.

"Well, I know he's a year younger than you dumb ass."

Alfred growled low, and Gilbert just laughed. "Yeah, whatever, I'm going to go mess with Ludwig and his boyfriend now. See ya later!" Alfred frowned, and hung up, still hearing his friends cackling ringing in his ears.

He flopped back on his bed, and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing, he smiled, his heart fluttering at the fact he'll be able to see his family again. He frowned when his phone rang again. It was from Gilbert, who groaned loudly in pain into the phone, Alfred laughed.

"Hello?"

"Can I come over to your house, little bro kicked me out… Fucking hell who knew he could punch so damn hard…" Alfred laughed, and nodded.

"Why not, I'll ask dad if you can stay for dinner too."

Gilbert nodded and hung up, still nursing his cheek while he glares at his younger brother, whose hand was wrapped protectively around the Italian, oblivious to the looks and demeanor each brother gave off.

"Douchebag…" He muttered to his brother, who merely glared back, blue eyes hard.


When Gilbert had finally reached the home of Alfred Kirkland, he had not expected the blonde to roughly grab him around the shoulders, and pull him in, gasping, he glared as he was dragged upstairs quickly, tripping over his own legs and Alfred's.

"What the hell Al!"

"I need your help, Gilbert, I'll be missing a couple days of school and I need you to take notes and like grab my homework and crap." Gilbert pushed away from his hold, and growled.

"Why the hell did you need to attack me and drag me upstairs then?"

Alfred had chuckled sheepishly, hand going to scratch his neck as he shrugged, "I don't know, kind of forgot to tell Dad that you were coming over." His eyes travelled down to Gilbert's shoes and frowned. "You're going to have to take those off. Dad doesn't like shoes around the house, you know that." Gilbert grumbled and went back down stairs, Alfred hearing insults being thrown at him, at a volume that surely his dad could be able to hear.

He rolled his eyes when Gilbert's feet could be heard trampling back upstairs. He winced slightly when Gilbert launched onto the bed, landing with a large bump that shook the floor slightly, lying down he grinned lazily. "I get dibs on the bed. You're going to have to sit on the floor buddy."

Alfred had frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "But it's my bed bro." Gilbert merely shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes, causing Alfred to huff loudly. "What? Want me to sit on you instead? How about them apples." Gilbert's eyes snapped open, scrambling up, in his haste, he had fallen off the bed, landing on his head, his feet still on the bed, he stared at Alfred upside down, reddish eyes glaring, and Alfred was laughing at him, his hands clutching his stomach.

"Shut up! I wouldn't want your fat ass sitting on me. No one would actually."

Alfred frowned, and poked his friend with his socked foot, blue eyes glaring, he snorted in response. "I have more muscle than you, and you know it, now shut up, unless you want to get kicked out of my house."

Gilbert sighed, and righted himself so he was sitting on the floor, hand lazily draped on the bed, his eyes looked around the room, and admiring the fact Alfred was the most patriotic American he had met. His eyes went from the American flags to the Captain America posters and figurines, to the comic books that were scattered across the room.

He had frowned slightly at the dirty clothes here and there, and his nose wrinkled at the empty Big Mac boxes and McDonald bags. He looked up at Alfred, who moved himself to the edge of the bed, and gestured at his room.

"This is nasty as hell. Look at the empty food boxes and," he sniffed the air, his nose wrinkling, "is that rotten Big Macs I smell?"

Alfred had scoffed, bending down to punch Gilbert in the arm, who winced and muttered things in German. "I have better taste than that dude; it's probably just my dirty clothes or something from football or other crap." Gilbert frowned still, clasping his hands over his nose; his eyes flickered to Alfred, who grinned lazily.

"Still nasty as hell bro, you need to clean up in here man." Gilbert's eyes move to the black suitcase, Alfred noticed, and he stretched his legs, shrugging his shoulders.

"I decided to pack early."

Gilbert eyed it, and he looked back up to Alfred, who was rubbing at his eye. "When are you guys leaving?"

"In a couple of days or a week, not sure, Dad is still buying the tickets. Matt's game is coming up soon though. "

Gilbert had laughed at that, slapping his knee, Alfred merely rolled his eyes, and he kicked at Gilbert, who was still cracking up, and Alfred just frowned because how was it even funny? He flopped back on the bed while his friend was trying to calm himself.

"What did you bring? Stuff printed with the American flag all over it? Pfft…" Alfred eyes widened, and he shook his head, hands coming to his forehead, Gilbert looked at him, and started laughing more, rolling around, he kicked his feet, and Alfred groaned.

"Shut up, geez, you're really starting to piss me off man, do you want me to kick you out of my house?"

Gilbert managed to calm himself down, wiping tears from his eyes, he sat himself back up, and he studied Alfred for a moment, who was just laying there, eyes closed.

"What's for dinner?"

Alfred rolled his eyes, and sat up, yawning. "I don't know, probably take out, unless you want to eat Dad's cooking, I could make a special r-"

Gilbert threw whatever was at reach at his face, which happened to be a t-shirt with the Canadian flag on it, he chuckled. "What the hell is that doing in the most patriotic room in the state?" Alfred grabbed it from his face, and held it out, a sense of happiness hit him, and he smiled.

"It's from my brother, he gave it to me right before he left, it's actually his shirt, not sure if it fits me though, he is a bit shorter and… thinner than me." He placed it carefully back on the bed, making sure to wash it later, he stood up, stretching. "Want to play some video games? I got that new one that you urged me to buy a while back."

Gilbert nodded, standing up also, he rested his elbow on Alfred's shoulder. "Yeah, and while we're at it, let's tell the old man that I'm over." Alfred grinned and smacked a hand on Gil's shoulder also. "Pretty sure he heard you already.

"Oh whatever, he knows that I'd crash here sometimes, let's go play on the Xbox."


Matthew jumped onto the couch, bouncing slightly; he grabbed the phone from the stand next to it, dialing the number he knew so well, he could already smell the roast chicken and potatoes his Papa was making. When he had heard the gruff voice of Arthur, he smiled.

"'Ello, who is it?" Arthur was tapping his finger idly on the table, hearing the background noise of his son and his friend shouting and screaming at their game console. He rolled his eyes a bit, but perked up a bit, stopping the tapping, when he heard a familiar voice float through.

"Oh hey Arthur, how're you?"

Arthur shrugged, "Nothing much lad, waiting for the food to come in." he jumped a little when he heard a loud crash, and a loud swear from both boys in the other room.

"S-sorry dad, that was the um…"

"Yeah old man your vase broke!"

Arthur sighed, muttering to himself, Matthew cocked his head to the side, listening intently. "What the heck was that?"

"Oh nothing lad, just your brother and his friend broke something, supposedly my vase."

Matthew chuckled, pulling his legs up, he studied the floor as he heard his Papa singing some French song he is fond of at the time, and he sighed. "May I talk to Alfred please?"

Arthur nodded, and stood up with a groan, he wasn't as young as he used to be, and he strolled over to where the boys were scrambling to pick up the pieces, Alfred managing to nick himself, swearing, he stuck said finger in his mouth.

Arthur chided them both, and handed the phone over to Alfred, who mumbled around his finger, holding it to his ear, he wiped his hands on his pant leg, and leaned back slightly, watching as Arthur brushed Gilbert away with a hand, and pick up the rest of the pieces with an annoyed look on his face, eyebrows furrowed.

"Hello?"

"Oh hey Al heard you broke something." He heard Alfred laugh nervously.

"You could say that, me and Gil were playing Left 4 Dead and this huge Zombie came out of nowhere and like started attacking us, and I kinda freaked out and Gil told me to shut up and I threw my controller at him and then it hit the vase and fell over and-"He was interrupted by Matthew's laughter, and he saw Arthur gave him a look.

"That is so like you Al, I would think the person who cried-"

"I don't cry."

"-over ghost stories would freak out over Zombies." Matthew laughed, and Francis popped his head in, mouthing dinner will be ready in five minutes before going back in, still singing that song.

"But this time it was different, it popped out of nowhere and totally ambushed us and-"

Matthew rolled his eyes at his brother, who rambled on and on about how he was the hero and how they don't get scared of anything. Gilbert found it amusing, as watched as Alfred chatted on. Arthur went off to clean up the mess the boys made.

Matthew piped in while Alfred was still talking, standing up while doing so with a slight grunt. "I'm going for dinner, call you before bed?"

Alfred nodded and mumbled out a yes, before hanging up. He glared at Gilbert, who was grinning happily, his hands idly pressing buttons on the controller he was holding. "What is it Gil?"

"Oh nothing." He sang whistling a bit, Alfred glared, kicking him a bit.

"What is it bro, or you're not getting any of that Chinese Takeout dad bought."

Gilbert shrugged his shoulders, throwing the controller to the side, he smiled. "I don't know, it's just… you're different when you talk to your brother, like, softer."

"Softer?"

Gilbert shrugged his shoulders and stood up, his stomach growling as he did so, and he stretched, eyeing Alfred carefully. "I don't know, it's just something I notice." He rubbed his stomach thoughtfully, and he heard the sound of the doorbell ringing, he perked up. "Food's here, let's go, I'm starved."

Alfred sighed and pulled himself up, still pondering what Gilbert said.

Softer eh?

He berated himself later, while stuffing some spicy chicken thing in his mouth, for letting the little "eh" slip into his mind. He wonders if it's because Matthew is rubbing off on him. He scowled and shoveled more food into his mouth, Arthur scolding him for it, waving a fork carelessly. Gilbert was just focused on tending to his hunger, shoveling just as much food as Alfred was.

Arthur didn't even bother with him.


When Matthew had finished eating, and excused himself from the table, clearing his plate and washing up, he got ready for bed. This usually happened while listening to some good old swing music, which included singing and shaking of the hips, which could usually be heard by Francis, who laughed silently to himself.

When he was finished, he flopped onto the bed, grabbing his phone from his bedside. He yawned, eyes watering, and he dialed the number he knew so well, musing that if he called the number enough, his fingers would've worn down the numbers he used.

Alfred picked up almost right away, a laugh, pretty close to a cackle, could be heard in the background. "Hey Mattie!" Alfred kicked Gilbert away, who was beginning to get too close for comfort, attempting to listen in on the conversation.

"Ah hey Alfred, I heard someone laughing in your room, who's there?"

Gilbert laughed some more, and Alfred swatted him away, glaring at his friend. "Oh, don't worry Matt, it's just Gil, he's my stupid friend who thinks he's the best person to have ever existed ever."

Gilbert crossed his arms over his chest, snorting and decided to just lie on the floor while Alfred chatted on the phone, eyes closing.

"Is that so? Sounds more like you."

"Oh shut up, just so you know, America will always be better than Canada."

Matthew huffed slightly, glaring, a smirk creeping up on his face. "Oh really? Canada has both universal healthcare, amazing human rights, such as the fact that we were the fourth country in the whole entire world to allow gay marriage. Canada is also the second largest country in the world. Suck that!"

Alfred rolled his eyes, and clucked his tongue, shaking his head slowly. "Mattie, Mattie, Mattie… I would retort with amazing facts on why America is a badass country of complete awesome but it would take days for me to cover it all."

Matthew sighed, knowing his brother would lead the conversation late into the night, decided to let it go, and just move on with things. "Whatever, finish cleaning your room yet?"

Alfred laughed, chuckling. "Ha-ha, not yet, I got distracted when Gilbert came over, and then we played some video games. So, I didn't really get to finish it."

Matthew merely nodded, and a sort of silence fell over them, that is, until Gilbert screamed out 'boobs'. Earning a pillow in the face from Alfred, hissing under his breath, Matthew though, laughed, asking in a questioning tone.

"What the hell?"

Alfred grumbled under his breath, eyes glaring at the German. "Gil has the tendencies to scream like an idiot at the most inappropriate of times."

Matthew nodded, yawning a bit. "Hm, oh, that's nice. I'm going to bed soon, so I'm going to have to hang up."

"Alright then, well, good night bro."

"Night Al."

Matthew hung up at the same time Alfred did, and he slowly sunk into his bed, eyes heavy, he crawled under his covers, curling up, he fell asleep almost right away, dreaming of polar bears and hockey sticks.

Alfred, on the other hand, frowned at Gilbert, and pushed him off his bed when he tried to crawl up, cursing at him. "Shouldn't you be home right now?" Gilbert nodded, and Alfred sighed. "Then why aren't you going already, I'm pretty sure you'll be welcomed back at your home."

Gilbert grumbled and stood up, stretching a bit while doing so, he sighed. "Well fine then, I'll be going. I won't be coming over tomorrow since I volunteered to help Liz teach the kids Baseball." Gilbert's lip went up slightly on one side, and Alfred laughed.

"You have the hot's for Elizaveta?" Gilbert stuttered out a no, and bumped Alfred on the head, looking away.

"I'll be going now, thanks for dinner and all."

Alfred smiled that grin of his, and shrugged his shoulders. "No problem dude, now get out."

Gilbert smiled, nodding. "No problem." He slowly made his way out, as if to further piss off Alfred. Alfred threw a glare at him, this only caused him to laugh, and trample his way back down again. He could hear laughing from outside, laughing a bit himself.

Sure Gilbert was annoying as hell when he wanted to be, easily pissing him off, but he was a great friend who he can rely on any day. He slowly got up himself, shaking his legs a bit, and got ready for bed, brushing his teeth and changing into his Captain America boxers and T-shirt.

(He wasn't too old for them; they made it in his size, even though they were a little tight.)

He flopped back on his bed, grabbing his laptop from under it; he switched it on, deciding it would be a good time to check his messages before he went to sleep. He quickly typed in his password, and waited for it load. He smiled at his wallpaper. It was a picture of Francis and Matthew in front of the CN Tower, smiling brightly. When he was first sent the picture, he was expecting to see snow and more snow, which made Matthew laugh the next time Alfred had called him.

He quickly checked his messages; most of them were from Gilbert, sending him songs, or just random pictures of things that amused him at the time. He got one from Kiku telling him about the newest game that was released in Japan, where he was staying for the last week.

He yawned, shutting off his laptop, he curled up under the covers, closing his eyes, and he drifted off to sleep.


I know there isn't much plot progression as of now, but hopefully I can move things along. This was a monster of a chapter for my standards cause I don't usually hit the 4000's while writing, so I guess that's good? Though the length of chapters might slow down updates, plus school is coming up soon so they may happen less and less.

Gilbert made his appearance. I'm not sure what his role will play in the story. He'll probably just stay Alfred's best friend, though. He'll be mentioned hopefully in later chapters, but I'm not thinking of making him appear much, I just like him and I thought he would be good friends with Alfred. Not sure if I'll be adding anybody else, but I'm hoping on concluding this thing within 5 or 4 good length chapters. I want to build up Alfred and Matthew's relationship as brothers, and Francis's and Arthur's relationship after their break up. Not sure whether to end it with FrUk or not.

Thanks for reading, and don't forget to leave a review.