Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the story idea.

Three men approached a decent house within a neighborhood they heard so much about. The oldest of the three looked at the house then at the paper he held with the address written on it. As he glanced at the number on the house, the other two peered over the white fence at the front yard garden. This was definitely the house they were looking for, but would the person they want to find be home?

Stepping up to the gate, the second oldest unlatched the hook and ascended the steps to the door. The other two stared at him as he knocked on the wooden oak made door. No answer came. The Irishman sighed. "I told you guys he'd be at school." He turned around to the others. "It's only natural since he's sixteen."

"Ye've proven yerself, but we still need to find 'im." The Scotsman stated. "He needs to know that we're alive."

"And what's taken us so long to find him." The youngest Welshman said. "I'm sorry it took us so long to actually get here."

"It's not yer fault, Owen!" The redhead turned to his brother with a glare as the Irishman walked towards them. "You can help it when ye have a concussion then pass out into a coma."

"But Scottie," Owen protested, "blimey, because of me it took us twelve years to find him. The last we saw him was when we were rescuing him from those crooks."

"Owen," Scottie's glare softened as his second to last youngest brother started to lose control of his breathing. "Calm down, Owen." He started to rub circles on Owen's back. "Liam, get his inhaler."

The Irishman nodded as he searched through the little bag they had for the small medicine. He took it out and handed it over to Owen. The Welshman quickly took it and puffed some of the ventoline and abuterol that was in the small container.

After his second puff, he exhaled and sighed. "Thanks." He handed the inhaler back. Owen looked glum as he stared at the ground. "I hate being this weak. I was never like this...was I?" He looked up at Scottie, the one who remembered most things, and gave him a pleading look.

The Scotsman sighed as he took his hand off of his brother's back. "Ye were." Owen looked down again, upset at himself for being so weak. "Ye were born with lung problems, bronchitis I think it was called. Ye always had a hard time breathing so the doctors gave ye that inhaler. It helps quite a lot, too."

"And know I only use my inhaler if I start losing control of my breathing because of emotional problems." Owen sighed again. "I hate this."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." Liam came over to his brother and put a hand on Owen's shoulder. "You just need to live with it, and get better, too."

"I know, but I just-"

"Excuse me." The three turned around as they heard a sweet, angelic, soprano voice behind them. A young woman with auburn hair in a high ponytail stood behind them. They saw she was wearing a business suit and noticed her push up her glasses. She stared a few seconds at then until they looked at her eyes. "I believe you're standing in front of my house."

They blinked. "Oh my goodness! We're so sorry!" Liam pushed the two out of the woman's way to let her through. "We didn't mean to block your way, we just were-"

Scottie stopped him from saying anything else. The woman quirked up an eyebrow as she glanced up and down at them. "Can I help you with something?"

"Ella." A man appeared beside her as she waited for the three to answer. He looked at the men with a peculiar face, then glanced at his wife. "Who are these men?"

"I don't know, James, but I feel like they're looking for someone." The brothers tensed up a bit as she said this. "You are, aren't you?" Liam gave his brothers a side glance before nodding. She sighed. "I knew this day would come, but" she made eye contact with Scottie as she held a fierce look. "What took you three so long to find him?"

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Arthur growled as he rushed to his class after lunch. I know he claimed that he was going to help me speak again, which will never happen, but this is ridiculous! Alfred followed him around saying how much of a coincidence it was to have the same classes for the rest of the day. The American was also trying too hard to make the Brit speak, even if it was a simple curse word.

"Artie!" The wheat-blond shouted from behind. "Wait up!" Arthur didn't make any motion to stop so Al kept racing after him. "Dude, wait!" Arthur finally stopped, turned around, and glared at the boy. Alfred just chuckled once he caught up. "Have you even thought of joining the track team? I bet if you run just as fast as you power walk, or even faster, you could win the school a few trophies!"

Arthur rolled his eyes as he turned back around and walked to class again. Alfred stayed right on his heels. "Yo, come on! You'd be good!" The Brit scoffed as he turned a corner with Al right behind him. "Artie~. I wish you'd talk to me~."

He stopped which caused the other to run into his back. Al was about to apologize for running into his new friend's back, but caught sight of the scowling glare the Brit was sending him. The American was hurt by the look, but then realized why he was receiving it. "Oops...sorry." He chuckled weakly. "I...forgot."

Arthur shook his head as he entered the Science room. "Good evening Arthur." The Brit nodded to his teacher, Miss Sloth, and took his seat in the very back. She smiled slightly until she saw Alfred come in. "Afternoon." She said with a warm smile.

Alfred's full attention was on Arthur, but when he heard Miss Sloth speak, he smiled back at her and nodded. "Hey." He stood there for a second longer. "My names Alfred."

"Well, Alfred, it's nice to meet you." He nodded again as his eyes went back on Arthur. She noticed this and smiled more. "Why don't you take the free seat besides Arthur. I'm sure he'll be able to help you catch up with us."

Alfred smiled brighter. "Thanks, teach." He quickly went to the desk and sat in it. Arthur scowled as he sighed. "Guess you're gonna have to get used to me Artie." The Brit glared again as the American wouldn't look away.

Arthur felt a blush sweep across his cheeks, but hid it as he took out a sheet of paper and wrote on it. He just won't leave me alone! I don't even know him and he wants to 'help' me speak again. He scoffed as he finished writing and showed the paper to Alfred.

"Why are you so insistent in 'helping' me speak again? What if I don't want your help to speak again?" Alfred read what Arthur wrote and shook his head.

"Dude, there's no reason for someone not to speak. How would someone know what you're thinking? And why would you not want to talk? It's sad that you're keeping you voice held up like you are. You're friends really think it's stupid yet they understand why you're doing this. I can tell that they just want you to stop and speak to them again."

Arthur just stared at him hard. He quickly wrote down his reply. "There is a reason for me not to speak. And everyone knows what I'm thinking just by looking at my face; they also know me so well, unlike you, that I don't need to write anything down for them." Al felt hurt again, but ignored his feelings as he read the rest. "My reason for not speaking is something I will only tell my friends. You're not my friend, so I'm not going to tell you." His heart and mind felt a pain go through as he read that.

He sighed, smiling away his true feeling. "If that's what you think." He shrugged and turned forward as the lesson started.

Arthur couldn't help but stare at the American. He saw the look on Alfred's face as he read what he wrote down on the paper, and now he felt guilty. I shouldn't feel this way! But...why is it that I do? He continued to stare until he focused on the teacher. Alfred's face plagued his thoughts, and he hated it. Should I give this idiot a chance to know me? He paused his writing when this question popped up. He shook his head. No, he's just a boy who thinks he can be a hero for someone. As the class went on, he debated with his mind if he should let Alfred become a friend or not.

The bell soon rang, snapping the Brit back into reality. He cursed within his mind as he picked up his work. He didn't get much work done since his mind was elsewhere. He scowled.

Al glanced at Arthur as he stood with his stuff already piled in his arms. He was going to wait for the other to go to class even if the Brit didn't want him to. When Arthur was done gathering his stuff, he spun around, glanced at Al, and headed out of the room. Alfred sighed as he followed.

The rest of the school day, Arthur kept his distance from Alfred and Alfred didn't try to talk with him. The Brit felt even worse as the last period was coming to an end, and he was seriously thinking of apologizing for his rudeness.

When the final bell rang, the Briton rushed to his locker, put everything away, and headed out of the school. Usually he would just walk home, but today, he waited outside of the gate for Alfred. Alfred came out of the school feeling his sadness gloom around him, but put up a mask holding a smile. He didn't expect to feel someone pull his arm as he exited through the gates, and he definitely didn't expect to see Arthur be the one to pull his arm.

Al blinked in surprise as he stared at Arthur. "What's up?" He asked casually. Alfred waited for any indication of Arthur trying to give him a message, but the Brit just stood there, looking at the ground as he held onto Al's on. He stayed quite until Arthur moved.

Arthur didn't know what he was doing or thinking anymore. He would never feel guilt as easily as he did towards Alfred, and he wouldn't let it go until he did something to lift this feeling. He grasped Alfred's arm tighter as he thought of how he was going to show Alfred that he was sorry. He stared at his shoes until he finally glanced up at the taller boy.

I'm sorry. He thought. I was being very rude this afternoon, and I have no reason to be rude towards someone I don't know and who is trying to be friendly. In all honesty, you never brought up anything about trying to help me speak...well, you might have mentioned it a few times, but I'm not upset that you have. I'm also relieved that you aren't forcing me to speak. Most of my friends try to force a few things out of me by "accidentally" stepping onto my foot.

Arthur kept going on his mental rant as he motioned every thought he had. Alfred pulled back his free arm as he watched the Briton motion what he was thinking. All he got was the first look Arthur made; one full of apology. He figured that Arthur must have thought he was really rude towards him.

He chuckled to himself, a real smile pecking at his lips. "Yo, Arthur." He snapped his fingers in front of Arthur's face. The Brit blinked and glanced up at the other. "I don't really know what you were trying to say in your mental rant," Arthur sighed as he thought he didn't get what he wanted to say across, "but I did get that you apologized for being rude." When Al said this, Arthur felt himself become relieved even more. "And I accept your apology."

Arthur was ever so glad to hear that. "But as a repayment for your rudeness, you need to walk with me home. Or even better, let me visit you. As a...friend."

The Englishman thought about this, unsure. He didn't want Alfred to be at his side all the time, but the American didn't say anything about being with him twenty-four seven. He pondered a bit more at what Al said. It wouldn't hurt to have another friend...would it?

After a few minutes, Arthur nodded in agreement. Alfred stood there in amazement. He didn't expect him to say yes. A sweet smile graced his lips, but Arthur didn't see. "Hell yeah!" Alfred did a fist pump to conceal his other side of happiness. Arthur just rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna see Artie's house!"

Arthur hit Al in the stomach causing the other to have an intake of air. The Brit started walking towards his home, Alfred trailing behind once he got some air back. "That hurt." He complained. Arthur shook his head. "Have you thought of using that arm of yours for anything? You could be good at boxing." The Brit turned his head towards the other with an incredulous look. Al chuckled. "Yeah, I guess that is a bit much to believe." The American scratched his head.

Along the way to Arthur's house, Alfred chatted with Arthur though only one-sided. They soon approached a two story house with a white fence around it. Arthur stopped to unlatch the gate and peered at Alfred with a look. You're about to meet my parents, so be on your best behavior. I don't want them to think I hang out with a silly blond. He looked forward and entered the yard.

Alfred slowly walked behind him admiring the garden. "It's a pretty garden you have here." Arthur nodded a thanks as he opened the door. When he did, he heard voices he never heard before.

"Sorry that we took up your time like this." A young man said as he entered the hallway. "We didn't mean to stay so long."

"We should also get going 'fore the bloke gets home. Don't want him to start asking questions he wants to ask." Another man appeared in the hall, a tall man with dark red hair. "Can't believe he doesn't speak anymore."

"Scottie, don't. They've gone through enough." A third man with a shallow Irish accent entered the hall. "Terribly sorry that we had to trouble you this way."

"Oh, don't be." Ella entered the hall as well. "It was nice to finally meet you three. I hope that when Arthur sees you-"

"He'll be starin' with shock and wonder who the bleeding hell we are. Pardon me speech miss." Scottie spotted Arthur standing in the doorway in front of Alfred. "'Ello Blightly."

Arthur stood in surprise. He felt he should remember the three men in front of him, but his mind simply could not connect them with anyone.

Ella turned around and gasped when she saw her son. "Arthur! Um... You're home early!" She giggled nervously. Arthur gave her a stare. "Honey, no need to be confused...well, you do have a right reason to be, but..." She glanced at the men then back at Arthur. "Arthur-"

"It's nice to see you again brother." Owen slowly said. Arthur just started at him. Brother? But...my brothers are dead. "We...need to talk. There's a lot we need to tell you."

Note: It's been another long while since I've uploaded a chapter. I've been going through a lot. I'm also quite busy with graduating from high school . I'm so nervous!

Anyway, this wasn't supposed to happen in the story. These three were supposed to be mentioned at the very ending, like an epilogue of sorts, but it just came like this. And this might also be a good thing, too, more reasons for Arthur to have so he doesn't need to speak. I can't wait to continue another chapter of this story.

This chapter isn't beta-ed, so there might be mistakes.

Ciao: I hope you enjoy this update! Thanks for reading loves! R&R.