Wow. So many reviews for the last chapter, I can't believe it. Maybe I should put more questions at the end of the chapters so you guys would review more.

***Again, I apologize for OOCness and for grammar and spelling. I check, But I always miss something.

Also, have I ever mentioned what year this story is taking place in? If not, than...

***NOTICE: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN THE YEAR 2017!

Declaimer: I don't own Hetalia, only the OCs and plot idea.


Chapter 3: To Iggy's Place We GO

Both Matthew and Alfred were standing in front of Arthur's old European style mansion, both dressed in their costumes.

Alfred tagged at his white-laced caller and complained, "Man this is itchy. Why did Arthur had ta go for historical, of all themes?! Pirates would've been better than this!"

Matthew sighed. In the end, they ended up having to dig through Alfred's closet and was lucky enough to have come across a blue costume that could be passed off for the Industrial Revolution period. They even found a silver pocket watch, buried somewhere deep within the closet and only found by accident when light shone on it, to go with it (think cardverse). Of course, they came across one of the old uniforms from the American Revolution too, and Alfred was tempted to wear that just to spite Arthur, but Matthew would have none of it and threatened to wear his from 1812. That got him to shut up.

Matthew on the other hand, was wearing a green 18th century costume consisting of a green over coat and a green waistcoat with small pictures of leaves and flowers printed all over it. He also had white silk cravat around his neck and laces around his hands. His breech was an ugly green color, with white stripes going down it and worn over white stockings, and finally black shoes. On his head was a black three-cornered hat with a dirty green flower on one side.

"Alfred," said Matthew. "Pirates are a part of history eh."

"What?!" Alfred whipped his head to look at his brother. "So I could've been a pirate?!"

"You could've been a pirate, Jack the Ripper, Chinese zombies, or mummies eh. All of those are a part of history, something that happened in the past eh. Heck even a dead soldier from war would've worked eh!"

"Whaaa…"

Matthew began to move towards the door. "But there was no way to do that, since your costume was last minute eh. And you threw out your costumes from previous years because you said they were old and you didn't want to wear the same costume twice eh."

"Damn. Should've save some," cursed Alfred quietly before running to catch up with his brother.

Matthew rang the doorbell and was surprised to see who opened the door for him. So much so, he almost took a step back.

"Oh hey, Dylan!" shouted Alfred, waving as he came closer.

"Alfred," said Dylan, otherwise known as the personification of Wales, not noticing Matthew at all. "Sao it wor theur... (So it was you) strange, theur usually don't 'od afta 'un tin... (you usually don't wait after one ring) In fact, theur don't even beeam ta rin most o' t' tahhm... (you don't even bother to ring most of the time)"

Instead of trying to get Dylan to notice him, Matthew studied the older man's choice of clothing. Like his brothers, Dylan had forest green eyes, but had messy light brown hair that looked almost blonde. He was dressed in a green uniform much like the one Arthur wore in WWII, except he had two white stash going threw it like a cross, a red tie, and a long brown coat over it. And, instead of wearing dark brown boots, he wore black dress shoes. Dylan also wore white gloves and had a small red dragon on his shoulder, and Matthew knew from experience that that thing was very much alive and could very well breathe fire and literally burn a forest to the ground.

"What are you doing here at Iggy's place, man?" Alfred asked, finally standing in front of the door.

"I've bin livin 'eear, actually," Dylan answered, his eyes moving to the opposite side of Matthew.

"Wha…?" That was a little shocking, considering the tension going on between the UK brothers, now and in the past.

"Yeah. Eva sin twoa days agoa, when Arthur collapsed."

"What? Iggy's sick? What happened?" Alfred sprinted passed Dylan, who's reflex was quick enough to move out of the way and let him pass, and into the house. "IGGY!"

Dylan sighed and left the door opened as he walked off after Alfred, shaking his head, a small fond smile on his face.

Matthew took this opportunity to walk into the house and quietly closed the door behind him, all the while thinking how dangerous it was for Dyland to forget to close the door, but also thankful that he didn't close said door in Matthew's face like how the others would usually do. He guessed that it ran in the family prophase, which was a bit strange, but now that Matthew thought about it, was true. For some reason, all the Kirklands seemed to always leave the doors open or forget something that could later be convenient for or useful to Matthew. And they only ever seem to do it whenever Matthew was around. Even Arthur sometimes doses it, but of course, it's usually because he's busy scolding Alfred for one thing or another, and thus, forgets nearly everything else. Sometimes, Matthew truly wonders about them.

But of course, only Scotland seems to take much notice to him. And it's really sad to say that, considering it was Arthur who raised him and whom he stood by for so long, yet it was the eldest of the Kirkland brothers who usually acknowledges Matthew or notices him the most despite his few years in Canada.

"Who are you?" Kumajiro spoke up.

"I'm Canada," smile Matthew, before following Dylan farther into the house.


"IGGY!" Alfred shouted, running into the living room, where Arthur was seated, sipping tea. He ran up to him and almost had Arthur spilled his tea. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"Alfred," said Arthur, holding a hand up to stop the boy from fussing over him.

"WHY DID YOU COLLAPSED, MAN?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" And he kept on talking despite the clear annoyance Arthur was showing.

Arthur's eyebrows knitted together and he soon found himself more and more irritated by the minute.

"Alfred," Matthew whispered, standing beside a smirking Dylan as they both watched the others in the room move back a few feet, some taking their cups and plates with them. Or in Ivan and Alistair's cases, their individual bottles of alcohol.

Finally, Arthur snapped. "SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU BLOODY WANKER!" he shouted, standing up and almost knocking Alfred over. "I AM PERFECTLY FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR CONCERN! NOW CALM DOWN AND HAVE A SEAT LIKE A CIVILIZED PERSON FOR ONCE!" He put a hand to his temple and slumped back down onto his red armchair. "God, I'm having a bloody headache..."

Alfred quietly sat down in the only empty chair beside Arthur, and the African girl sat down his tea and sweets in front of him.

Alfred grumbled as he held up his cup of, as he so says, bitter tea to his mouth before turning a sharp gaze to Dylan just as the others returned to their seats.

"What the hell, Dylan?" he shouted at the older man. "You said he was sick! He looks fucking fine to me! And I hate tea!" He looked at Arthur. "Don't you have coffee?"

"Sorry, Alfred," Seamus, otherwise known as the personification of Northern Ireland, spoke up, an apologetic smirk on his face. "Arthur dumped all our coffee out yesterday, and we haven't the time to restock." He was dressed as Robin Hood, and like his brothers, had forest green eyes, but his hair was a dark brownish-red in color.

"Damn," Alfred cussed.

Arthur glared up at his smirking brother, who locked eyes with him, and he muttered something about house rules. "I was not sick," Arthur countered out loud, sounding grumpy. "There was no reason for me to be sick, you twit!" He moved his gaze back to glare at his smirking brother.

"But Dylan said you collapsed, Iggy!"

"Only from stress!" Arthur answered quickly, looking defensive. "And don't call me that! My name is Arthur!

"Stress?" Alfred questioned, curious and concerned. And as always, he ignored Arthur's name corrections, or any corrections he gave, really.

"Yes, stress." Arthur slumped back down and nursed his aching head, not wanting to say anything more about his name, since it seemed to be useless anyways. "I'm allowed to have those at times, am I not?" Than he whispered, bring his teacup up to his lips and his eyes glancing off to the leg of Alfred's chair. "And your presence is really not helping me any." He eyed the blue bag in Alfred's hand with something akin to dislike in his eyes. Matthew thought it may have something to do with their usual Halloween pranks...

"Why were you stress, Iggy?"

"None of your business, git, AND MY NAME IS NOT IGGY!" Arthur whacked Alfred on the head with one of his old, fancy, hard covered books that was sitting at the table.

"Yep, he seems perfectly fine to me," Alfred laughed merrily, catching Arthur's thrown book with his other hand. Arthur looked really to explode.

"Now calm down, Big Brother," came a childish voice off to the other side of Arthur. Alfred's eyes hardened into a glare as he looked to the Russian who had dared to put his big pale hand on Arthur's small shoulder. "You'll collapse again, if you're not too careful."

"Get your hands off of him, you Commie Bastard," Alfred growled, slapping the Russian's hand away and standing protectively in front of Arthur.

Matthew sighed. "Russia is not a communist anymore, Alfred," he whispered, but as always, no one heard him.

"Alfred, Ivan is no longer a communist!" Arthur scold, once again standing in between the two major world powers. "Grow up!"

"But Iggy-" Alfred whined.

"No buts. End of discussion." He lowered his voice. "Honestly, sometimes you make me want to..." Arthur's voice disappeared as he sat back down and took another sip of his tea to calm himself and ease his thumping headache.

"I hope you burn your tongue on that, you Tea-Addict Jerk," whispered the brown haired girl as she walked past Arthur, who had his tea up and merely followed her with his gaze. Both of them had a frown on their faces as the girl carried the silver tray back into the kitchen.

Matthew, who was now sitting on the chair next to the couch, opposite from Arthur and next to a smirking Alistair and his rum, noted that his sister was wearing a Southern Belle costume. It was white, with green linings around the hems and waist. Her light brown hat was placed on the table, next to Arthur's blue top hat, but she wore her white gloves on her hands and her hair was still in two pigtails tied by the red ribbons Francis had given her long ago. There was also a silver bracelet on her hand, and Matthew could make out a gold necklace shinning around her neck, running down into her shirt so that he couldn't see what the chain contained.

'Strange,' he thought. 'Seychelles doesn't usually dress herself like this… since it's historical, I thought she'd be more… colorful eh…'

By than, Dylan had disappeared into the kitchen to help Michelle.

"Wonten' want you wailin' on the ground again, now do we, wee Artie (won't want you wailing on the ground again, now do wee, little Artie)," commented the Scottish man beside Irina, who wore her traditional Ukrainian outfit and was sitting next to Ivan, who wore a long blue coat with gold linings and a red and white cloth tied at the waist, forming a bow on one side. He also had on white pants, black shoes, and a blue solar hat. And of course, his usual white scarf was worn nicely around his neck, as per usual.

"I wasn't wailing," Arthur grumbled out, taking a sip of his tea as his eyes trialling off to the side.

"Could've fooled me," said Alistair, taking another swing of his rum.

"I hope you shook on that, you Scottish bastard."

"Dourly noted, barin brother (duly noted, baby brother)." Alistair's eyes shifted to Seamus, who was standing over him.

'Hmm,' mused Matthew. 'It seems all the Kirkland brothers are here today eh. I wonder why...?'

"T-! Damn it, Peter!" Arthur shouted, standing up with hot tea now all over him.

"Haha!" laughed the little boy in his elf costume. "I got you now, Arthur! Now you have to recognize me! The great Sealand, as a country!" The boy ran before the lion could grab him, and skipped off towards the girl dressed as Juliet and holding a rabbit in her arms.

'And as usual,' Matthew noted, 'Wendy has her hair pulled up to one side and still with that red tropical flower from one of Seychelles' islands on her hair eh. But I wonder what she's doing here all alone, and where Jett and Joseph went off to eh…?' He looked around in search for the Australian that usually accompanies Wy. And with him usually comes New Zealand.

Arthur was seething by now, and looked about ready to take out his wand. Dylan came out of the kitchen, a wet cloth in hand and he handed it to Arthur to clean his clothes. Arthur took it without a word, still grumpy.

"Careful Arthur," came a singsong voice from the kitchen. "You're blood pressure~."

"I don't have a bloody-!" started Arthur, but for some reason, he stopped mid sentence and took out his phone. He looked at the caller ID and frowned before throwing it to Michelle.

Michelle caught the phone upon coming out of the kitchen and, confused, answered it, "Bonjour?... Francis? ...Oui, c'est Michelle (Yes, it's Michelle). Ca va, mon frere (Are you alright/How are you, brother)?"

'Now that was strange eh,' thought Matthew, his head up and sitting a bit straighter. 'Why would Arthur give a phone call from Francis to him to Michelle, of all people? Doesn't he just usually hang up...?'

"Ouch! Watch it, Peter!" Wendy shouted out from her place next to Alfred, almost dropping the teacup in her hand.

"Sorry," Peter apologized for backing up against her.

"Honestly, that Jett," the child grumbled into her tea. "Why couldn't he have taken me with him and Josh?"

'Ah,' Matthew thought. 'So Australia and New Zealand are off together somewhere eh... I wonder what they're doing...?'

"Speaking of which," Arthur spoke up, his attention now shifting towards Alistair and Seamus. "Why don't you two go meet up with the lads at the school. I'm sure they'll be needing your help soon enough."

"Right-o," said Seamus, strangely listening to Arthur's words for once, and headed toward the door.

"Can't I finish my drink first?" complained Alistair, but got up anyways. However, he did not go to Seamus right away and instead, stared down at Irina, who stared up at him in confusion.

Matthew noted that Alastair was not wearing his traditional Scottish kilt, probably to avoid getting into a blow with those who insulted his kilts and calls them skirts (Arthur), and instead, was wearing a blue coat lined with gold pattern at the edges, and a blue vest. His breeche was also blue, with white stockings and black shoes like Matthew. Except his had a gold square in the middle. His white cravat had gold laces at the bottom, and he was also wearing white gloves. He also had a black hat with him, the tips lined with gold. It was the same outfit as the one he had worn to the 2005 Halloween party in Denmark, and probably the same one he'd worn centuries ago, when Arthur started building up his empire and had soon turned into a pirate, leaving Alistair to chase him down and bring the young lad back to England for Elizabeth's funeral and to turn into a privateer so he would be grounded to England instead of going off on his own again.

Matthew had heard that Arthur had not returned to England much after turning into a pirate, and soon not at all. He had ran from his own government and duties for a long time, leaving all the work to Queen Elizabeth I. But for some reason, he had came back despite so many successful attempts of getting away. Not many knew the true reason of why he had returned after being able to get away from all attempts at capturing him, but they guessed that it may have something to do with Elizabeth's death, England's growth, and prephase it was also for Alfred's sake.

Only Alistair seemed to truly know the real reason why Arthur had returned, having been the one to capture him and his crew on some small island in the Indian Ocean back in 1609. Though Arthur had said that he had surrendered willingly, strange as it was. But when asked why, he'd never tell the truth and would only lie. Once he had said that it was for the safety of the people on the small island, but Gilbert, who seemed to know the truth as well, had argued to that fact, and had said that Arthur only surrendered because he was whipped, not because he cared, considering what he did to the people of that island afterwords. But before Gilbert could explain further what he had meant by that, and probably tell them the whole truth, Arthur had swiftly moved across the table and covered his mouth, whispering something into his ears that had Germany, who was sitting next to his brother, staring at him in frozen shock and, prephase terror? The two had argued a bit and Arthur had dragged the Prussian out of the room to continue their private (no one was able to listen in on them no matter how hard they tried) conversation. All Ivan had to said to that was that he loved warm, tropical climates and warm waters, and would have wanted to do the same as Arthur and take the island all for himself, or become one with it, had his existence not already been committed. Kiku could only sigh and pity Prussia for his big mouth, but had said that he too liked the place, as it was similar to his own country and he wished he was as daring as Arthur, all the while starring at Taiwan, who was happily talking with Seychelles and telling her how glad she was that her best friend was no longer under the full control of the old British bastard of a kidnapper. Kiku had only sighed and muttered that he too, was old.

Both Alistair and Irina stared at each other in silence for a moment, and no one interrupted them as no one seem to notice Matthew, and Seamus was patiently waiting at the door, his eyes gleaming and mouth forming a smirk in a sort of knowing way. Dylan and Alfred were happily talking with each other about something, and Peter and Wendy were arguing over some childish matters of theirs. Michelle was still on the phone with Francis, talking in rapid whispered French since everyone knew Arthur did not allow such language spoken in his presence. And even though everyone knew how much Michelle loves to annoy Arthur by talking in French, it seemed that this event was serious enough that she did not want him to hear it. And if Arthur did hear her, he paid her no mind.

"Can I take her with me?" Alistair asked, pointing to the confused Ukraine.

"Eh?" Irina questioned.

Everyone looked to Ivan, who was sitting on the other side of Arthur and next to Alistair on the couch. Ivan merely took another swing of his vodka, his smile still on his face. Irina looked like a shaking Latvia right than, afraid of her little brother starting a fight with the Scottish man who seemed to be wooing her.

"Hmm?" Ivan looked at them all, his smile never once leaving his face, but only got bigger and, dare Matthew say it, more genuinely happy? "It's her choice," he said.

Alistair smile. "Okay then," he said, grabbing onto Irina's arm. "Let's go." And he led the confused Ukraine towards the door where the smirking Seamus was still waiting for them.

As soon as they got to the door and was about to open it, the door broke open and Michelle looked up from her phone call. Everyone looked toward the red eyed figure at the door and Arthur looked vivid, standing up and gaping at his broken door.

"My door!" he shouted, looking as though he was about to shoot someone for his door being torn down, again.

Arthur cannot count just how many times he had had to replace that damned, litterly, door since 1991. Before that, he could, but after that... Between Alfred, Natalia, Gilbert, sometimes Ivan, and the occasional Danish axe wielding man, as well as that one time occasion with Ludwig in 1993 (can't forget that)- and boy was he angry- damned that Gilbert, and other peoples who dropped by either unexpectedly or uninvited, it became a little hard to keep track of.

Where as Arthur was opened mouth and seeming as though he wanted to cry for the fate of yet another one of his doors, he might as well not replace it again, Ivan on the other hand, looked like he was about ready to boat out of there. The colors on his face was drained and he looked like a little lost mouse, looking around every which was for a way out.

"N-," was all he said before running to hide behind Arthur, cowering like a small child in serious trouble.

"Big brother," Natalia said in a creepy voice, scaring Matthew into hugging Kumajiro tighter to his chest. It seemed that she didn't change her costume at all. "I finally found you~. Now, we can get married~." She stepped closer to him. "Marry me, marry me, marry me," she kept chanting as she walked closer towards him and Arthur.

"No, g-go away~!" Ivan wailed from behind the smaller man.

"Hahaha," Alfred laughed, standing up with a hand on his hip and another pointing at Ivan. "Oh man, this is priceless. You're scared of your own little sister! Hahaha! Ohh, I wish I had a camera with me right now! Hahahaha!"

Ivan glared at him, knowing that Alfred was only doing this out of spit. Ivan knows that Alfred fears Natalia as well, and he knows Alfred knew about his troubles with his sisters. He knows that Alfred had just wanted to rube it in his face, but Ivan wouldn't say anything, for Arthur's sake, he wouldn't. Not after that one way ticket to hell at the 2006 Christmas party in America.

"Big brother~. Come to me and let's get married~."

"No! Never! Go away! Big brother, save me!" Ivan leached onto Arthur even more, who still looked vivid at his broken door, and Natalia was at her limits, glaring at Arthur and taking out some daggers from under her dress.

Alfred's laughter died down at that, and he moved to the pair. "Hey," he said, eyes narrowed into a glare. "Let go of Iggy. You're choking him. And he's not your brother!" He tried to pull the two apart, but Ivan's hold was too strong and Arthur was starting to turn green from the, once more, struggle between the two great powers of the world.

"Ahh, guys," Matthew spoke up at seeing Arthur's face and how he struggled to get out or get someone to help. Seeing as how the other Kirklands were just smirking at them, Irina was panicking and trying to calm Natalia down, which she ignored, and Michelle was still on the phone while the children talked with each other, Matthew noticed that Arthur seemed to be reaching out to him and decided to go help his old guardian. Though Peter did laugh and pointed at Arthur while Wendy just face-palmed herself while Michelle took secret glances now and than, her face worried either from the talk on the phone or for Arthur. But Matthew doubted that it was for Arthur's sake though.

Matthew had stood up to go and help Arthur, but the older Kirklands, or rather, Alistair's out stretched arm (how he got there so fast, Matthew didn't know), stopped him from going farther. He looked up at the smirking man, who's eyes was solely on the scene before them and an amused and satisfied look appeared on his face. Matthew sighed at this family's relationship and continued to watch it all play out before him as well, knowing that it was useless to try and stop them and save Arthur now that Alistair had stepped in. Arthur seemed to have realized this as well, and he glared at his older brother, but Ivan's grip on him made him stop.

"No! You stay away, Al'fred!" shouted Ivan, dragging Arthur back with him and away from both Natalia's blades and Alfred's reach.

"Ack!" cried Arthur, having the air knocked out of him by the sudden motion.

Matthew sighed. Ever since the fall of the USSR and Ivan's mysterious disappearance in the December of 1991, he came back acting as a different person to Arthur, always calling him 'Big Brother' and seeming really closed to him, always following him around and sticking to his side, for some reason.

Gilbert seemed to know what was going on too, having also disappeared for a time as well, about three or four years after coming back from Russia, because he said that he was getting in Ludwig's way and wanted to do something productive for a change so that Ludwig would stop complaining so much. Of course, Ludwig became worried about that, but because Arthur was there, he'd allowed it, if only Gilbert reported back to him at least once a month. Gilbert had told Matthew that Ludwig had wanted it to be once a week, but he and Arthur talked him out of it. Also, it seemed Arthur had to pull some strings to get Gilbert the job that was so secretive that not even Ludwig, his own brother, knew what it was. But since Gilbert said that he was helping Arthur, Ludwig allowed it, after much questioning and reassurances on Arthur's part- which he still damned Gilbert for, for leaving him with all the work of explaining to and reassuring the worried Ludwig that everything was going to be fine.

Though Matthew noticed that during that time, Arthur seemed really troubled and had once even looked quite sick and pale. He had even disappeared for a time and had left Alistair in charge of his work, thrice- once in 1994 and 1995, and the other in 2015, and no one really knew why, as those who did seem to know would not say much of anything.

Even Kiku had disappeared before, during the same time frame as when Ivan and Arthur disappeared and Gilbert got a temporary job from Arthur. But most thought that he was going into isolation again, and had soon came off of it, but seemed closer to Arthur, the Kirkland family, Michelle- though it may be because of Taiwan, Ivan, and Gilbert than ever before.

Whatever had happened had been kept so deep a secret between the Kirklands, Kiku, Gilbert, and Ivan that no one in the world, not even Matthew, Alfred, or Ireland, their uncle who knew them since they were children, knew what this was all about. But of course, Patrick had cute off all ties with them long ago and had even disowned all of them, so it was only natural he wouldn't know. Though the others had hoped that he would have some explanation for this, but he was just as in the dark as they were. Then again, he didn't seem to have really cared all that much about what was going on in or what was happening to England. Although his relationship with the older Kirkland brothers were better than with Arthur...

It didn't help that whenever Matthew asked him about it, Gilbert would always waved it off and said that it wasn't something he should be telling, and the matter was dropped just like that.

That little show of affection seemed to be the trigger for both Natalia and Alfred to explode.

"Big Brother!" Natalia yelled out before Alfred could scream out something at the Russian, and then launched herself at Ivan.

Ivan, startled, let go of Arthur, who quickly ducked down before Natalia could hit him. Ivan then ran towards the back door, screaming, and with Natalia right behind him.

"No~! Go back to Toris! TORIS!" Ivan screamed out the Lithuanian's name while running at full speed away from Natalia.

Arthur causally brushed himself off and straightened his costume. Matthew had thought that Arthur would've gone for his pirate costume or something from his golden days, but it seemed that he didn't. And he guessed that that was explainable. After all, the last time he was dressed and acted like a pirate, which was at the 2005 Halloween party in Denmark (the theme was pirates), Spain had almost shit himself and had not enjoyed the party at all, cowering in the corner and being kicked and cussed at by Romano, all the while eyeing England in fear. Once he'd even screamed out 'My Armada~!' and ran away crying when Arthur came to talk with him to try and make peace or at least, snap him out of it. After that, Arthur had never wore his pirating outfits or acted like his old self ever again, or at least, not to Matthew's knowledge anyways. 'But than again, who knows with Arthur eh,' Matthew shrugged.

Alfred looked concern for Arthur's well being, but before he could say anything or react, Arthur spoke up.

"And where do you think you're going, Chelles?" he asked, still brushing the invisible dust off his brown pants, blue vest, blue coat and even his silk bow tie around his neck (think cardverse).

He finally looked up at Michelle, who was about to step out the door after Seamus, Alistair, and Irina, but froze upon Arthur's words. Everyone watched the two of them in silence, just waiting for something to happen.

"Ehhh," said Michelle. "Going out?" She seemed unsure, as if hiding something.

Arthur's eyes narrowed on her form, causing her to take a step back against the door. "Oh?" He turned to the table and picked up his hat, cane, and Michelle's brown hat before walking towards her. "You forgot this." He placed the hat on her head and walked out the door. Michelle stood there, frozen, until Arthur turned towards her and said, "Well? Coming? I'm sure Francis and the others are waiting for us to bail them out of jail, again." He sighed. "Honestly. And it's not even night yet..." And he walked off. "Those three... And in my country too, no less. They'd better prepare themselves for the lecture that's coming their way... CHELLES!"

"Right!" said Michelle, quickly tying the bow on her hat to her chin and ran to catch up with him.

"What just happened?" questioned Alfred, watching the door slam shut.

"Hmm," said Dylan. "It seems Francis and some others got into trouble again. Probably went to jail for drinking or terrorizing, or in Francis' case, harassing the citizens. No wonder Arthur didn't want to talk to him. Antonio's most likely there as well... And one other..." At this, his gaze turned to Matthew, who stiffened. "Mathias..."

"What?!" Alfred yelled out. "Those guys went out drinking and didn't tell me! What the hell, man!"

Dylan smiled and shook his head. "Well, looks like it's just us here, children," he said, turning towards the two micronations in the room. He crouched down to their level. "So, now that Arthur's not here anymore, what do you want to do?"

The two children looked at each other in thought before a wide smile graced their lips and their eyes glimmered with mischief.


***Yes, I made Seychelles Matthew's sister. And yes, Seychelles will be in this, but only for two more chapters. I love her, okay! And yes, I also love Russia and thinks its a good relationship. Deal with it! Also, there's a reason Ivan calls Arthur "Big Brother", but I will not be explaining that in this story. Though prephase you've figured out from knowing what had happened in 1991-1995? All I'll say is that what had happened to Russia in the winter of 1991 was what caused Ivan to call Arthur "Big Brother". And the reason why Gilbert knew so much was because he had been living with Ivan for quite some time.

The reason I gave Ukraine the name Irina is because that was one of the names Himaruya said could become her human name.

If you still don't know who's who in this chapter, here's a list:

Wales: Dylan Kirkland

Northern Ireland: Seamus Kirkland

Scotland: Alistair Kirkland

Wy: Wendy Kirkland

Australia: Jett Kirkland

New Zealand: Joseph Kirkland

Ireland: Patrick

Seychelles: Michelle

***QUESTION TIME!

1: Why do you think all the Kirklands always leave behind something that would help Matthew?

2: What happened to Ivan in 1991?

3: What job did Arthur get for Gilbert and why?

4: For what real reason did Arthur collapse and it became so bad that he needed to have his brothers living with him and still seemed to be recovering after two days? (Hint: nothing happened on the muggle side)

5: Where is Australia and New Zealand?

6: Was Kiku really in isolation? If not, than where was he?

7: On what Island did Arthur surrender and agreed to come back to England with Alistair? Why?

Next Chapter: Solving The Riddle

I'll finally reveal the true contents of the riddle! Next time, France, Spain, and Denmark shows up. See what kinds of fun they'll create!

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