I forgot to mention to you this before. Most of the USWales relationship will be flashback…or will it? Don't worry, at the end, all goes well and USUK forever 3

Names:

Scotland : Allister

Wales : Dylan

Ireland: Patrick

Northern Ireland: Seamus

I forgot to mention this in my previous chapters. I do not own Hetalia.

Hope you enjoy chapter 4 ^0^

He wrapped his hand around the doorknob and turned it around. He pushed the door slightly open so he wouldn't let the cold air in.

'I would do anything to see that bloody git again.'

"Soooo cold. It's bloody freezing outside." He said in a shaking voice. He got inside as quickly as he could and shut the door. "I'm home everyone!" He took his coat and scarf off and hung it in the coat hanger. That's when he saw the same leather jacket again, hung in the hanger.

'No no no no' he shook his head, eyes widen. 'It could be anyone's right? I think most people wear them now days. It's like the new trend…right?'

In the dining room, there was an awkward silence and then tension was building up. The only noise, which could be heard, was the clattering of knifes and forks.

'Man I know his brothers hates me. Look at them; they are always staring at me with a frown when I look at them from corner of my eyes' Alfred thought. 'Maybe coming here wasn't a good thing at all' Alfred sighed inside his head.

"Seamus, did you text Wales?" The Scotsman asked while cutting his beef chunk.

Both Seamus and Patrick nodded at the same time and answered in a monotone "He said he was on his way. He should be here anytime now."

"Good" Allister ate the beef chunk and chewed it with his mouth closed. Then the air got tensed again.

'Oh god, now there is another brother? God please help me. I seriously love Artie but his brothers are making me want to shit in my pants' just when Alfred finished with his thought, a noise came from the front door.

"He is here!" The twins said in monotone without changing their mono expression.

'They just creep me out. They give me more chills than their eldest hot blooded brother.' Alfred squirmed as he stared at the twins.

"I'm home everyone" a voice came from front of the house.

By hearing those words, no- that voice made Alfred feels so nostalgia. He knew he had heard that voice but couldn't figure out where. He knew to whom that voice belonged but whom? He tried to think back, as hard as he could and that's when a shadow appeared from the door. When he turned towards the door, a familiar structure stood in front of the door with a smile that faded away soon.

The emerald eyes widened when it met the cyan.

"Bloody hell" Dylan whispered.

Those same emerald eyes which was his. Those same reddish-blonde hair colour which was his. Those same wavy hair which was his. Those same bright smile which was his. That same red blush in his cheek which was now covered with tears...Tears?

Why are there tears? What's wrong?

All the Kirkland brothers started to panic when tears started to fall from Dylan's eyes.

"What's wrong Dylan?" The Scot man asked as he put his hands around the younger mans body.

Dylan just stared at those cyan eyes again. The cyan eyes were also filled with its own tears, tears of joy.

The oldest Kirkland noticed that he was staring at the American. "Did that American bastard do anything to you?"

"No!" Sharp reply came from the young Wales.

"Stop blaming Alfred for no reason Allister." Arthur snapped.

"No its alright Artie" Alfred replied pulling his lover towards him.

"It's really nothing. He just reminded me of someone whom I met in America and for instance, I thought it was him." Dylan whipped his tears. "It's just the nostalgia feeling and my eyes just started to water." Dylan went to the kitchen and wash his face, 'what is that bloody git doing here? I thought he was a normal human not an immortal' he thought as he dried his face and got himself a plate.

"So you mean you met someone like Alfred before? Are you sure it wasn't him?" Arthur questioned as he saw his big brothers settle down in the table.

"No. Of course not! This is the first time I'm meeting him." Dylan helped himself to get some food from the middle of the table. "The one I met was a mere human." Then there was a long pause "He must be dead by now. And anyway, that bloody git was annoying as fuck"

Dylan glared at Alfred who was sitting opposite to him, who knew the full truth.

The Kirkland brothers and Alfred ate with some small talks and small glares at each other.

When everyone finished eating, Dylan volunteered to wash the dishes on his own. He just wanted some time to think through and just wanted to ignore the person in front of him.

"Awe thank you my cute little brother." The twins said in same sequence and in monotone.

"Seriously shut up you git. Whenever you two talk, it gives me a cold chill in my spine". Dylan said as he stared at his older brothers.

"Fine! Now where is my clip? "

"Shut up Seamus. And the clips are not for you. It's for Patrick. Do you think I can't differentiate between you two? "

Again, there was a long pause.

"Fine. Where is the clip for my cuteeee Patrick? "

"It's in my coat. I will give it to you after I finish washing this dishes."

All the Kirkland brothers (except Dylan who was kindly washing all the dishes) and Alfred were in the living room, watching TV, drinking beer and talking about their relationship.

"If you hurt my brother in anyways; physically, mentally or emotionally then I will fucking get my axe and chop your dick off git" Patrick said in monotone as if it was life threatening or as if it was just a normal conversation a normal/average person would have.

Alfred just jumped out of the sofa and eked out.

"Don't worry, I will never do anything to hurt my love, my Artie in any sort of way 3 " Alfred tried to sound as cheerful as he could. Before he could smile, the scot gave the American a cold look.

"You better keep your words boy"

Alfred could feel all the hair in his body trying to beam out. He wasn't sure if he was imaging or not but he think he saw a dark gloomy cloud over the Scot and black aura coming out from his body.

After being threatened by Arthur's brother more than a thousand times, Alfred thought that he needed a fresh air. Alfred whispered to Arthur if he could go and get some fresh air because his dick felt like it was about to fall. Arthur just smiled and nodded.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Dylan was having a hard time getting through his head that the man he met in US some century before was still alive and he was personification of AMERICA.

From the kitchen, Dylan could hear the TV, so loud that he knew what exactly was on in the TV. Dylan was busy scrubbing dish in one hand and concentrating on the news, which could be heard from the living room when a pair of hands was covering his shoulder from the back.

"You don't know how much I missed you" the man whispered in smaller nations ear ears and started kissing his neck.

"Please Alfred." he moaned with heavy while breathing heavily.

"You still remember me huh? I thought you would forget about after all these centuries or probably dead!" Alfred continued kissing and soon began to bite, leaving some love bites behind.

'How could I forget your warm touch?'

"Stop it...please...Alf…" before the small nation could finish the sentence, the American turned the Welsh mans body around (who was still holding a cup in his hand) and place his lips against his.

The emerald eyes widen in shock but instead of protesting, he ended of kissing him back. The small nations body started to move on its own will as his legs started to wrap around the bigger nation and his hand wrapping around his neck.

The bigger nation's hands started to crawl inside the other nation's jumper; feeling the slender body which he could never forget.

When the kiss was finally broken, both nation's face were flushed in bright red but Dylan's face flushed even more when he felt Alfred's hands lingering inside his jumper. Without any words, Alfred requested and Dylan just nodded for approval.

Before the small nation could finish nodding, he found his jumper being stretched to its limit and Alfred's face being buried under his jumper.

Dylan was now leaning to the edge of basin, legs wrapped around the American's hips and hands covering the figure while hugging the figure, which was under his navy jumper.

Small moans came out every time a kiss or bite was placed in his chest. Just when the American bit the little nation's nipple, Dylan let go of the glass he was holding, making the crashing noise echo around the room.

"Turn down the volume you git!" The Scotsman yelled at the creepy twins.

"No!" The Scotsman eyes twitched.

"You want to die or what?" Just when he was going to grab the remote away from his brother's hand, he heard a noise. Noise of something shattering into tiny pieces. All the Kirkland brothers paused for a while and started running towards the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Arthur paused with his emerald eyes wide open. He was shocked to see what was in front of him. He didn't expect to his brother like that.

"Ahh, my hand just slipped" he replied in his soothing voice and smile.

Arthur just nodded and started helping his brother to pick up the broken pieces.

"Where is that American git?" Patrick asked, looking around the room.

"He is in back garden. He said he needed some fresh air." The Welshman just smiled and discarded the pieces in the bin.

"You people looking for me?" A wide grin appeared from at the back. Arthur couldn't stop himself from blushing from the bright grin. He just stood there, blushing like a teenager on their first date. But for Alfred, his eyes were focused on someone else. Someone. Someone who was standing right beside Arthur.

'He is blushing just like when we first met.'

Allister made it clear for both Arthur and Alfred that they would be sleeping in different rooms while they are here - Arthur with himself (Allister) and Alfred in the guest room. The twins shared a room and Dylan was alone, all by himself. No one knew why Dylan liked to sleep alone. He wasn't like that before. Maybe something might have happened?

Arthur was fast asleep by all the jet lag and Allister was also tired from driving from all the way to Wales from Edinburgh. The twins need to recharge for the next day so they also went fast asleep. Everyone was fast asleep except 2 people in 2 different rooms.

Dylan was all shocked that the person whom he thought was a human was actually America himself. On the other hand, Alfred was also surprised to see Dylan whom he also thought was human but he was actually Wales and brother of Arthur.

Maybe if they both knew about their true self, would their fate had been different?

So yah…don't worry. In the end, it will be USUK (OTP!) I just wanted some drama in my fanfic :3 I can't wait till I upload my pre-written chapters which explains a lot about Alfreds and Dylans relationship. :3 Canada will be here soon, followed by France later in the chapter.

Hope you enjoyed.