Scotland: Alistair

Wales: Dylan

Ireland: Patrick

Northern Ireland: Seamus

I do not own Hetalia.

All the Kirkland brothers were waiting for Alfred and Dylan at the side of the river.

'It really has changed a lot. It had been centuries till I came here' Dylan could still feel his heart dying inside for stepping in the same city who took his son away again. When the boat finally stopped, Alfred got out easily and gave his hand for Dylan. Dylan ignored his hand and got out of the boat. Even though he struggled, he didn't wanted to make any contact with the American.

"So what do you think Alfie? My brother's capital. Isn't it beautiful?" Arthur asked as he leaned his body towards his lover.

"Yes it sure is beautiful and peaceful." He replied.

'Just like him.'

"Wow it's getting really dark huh?" Patrick looked at his wrist to see the time. "Bloody hell- it took us 2 hours to get here!"

"So another 2 hours to get back?" Seams asked in his monotone voice.

"But it's so dark and we haven't even been around and going back when you just arrive will be just waste of time!" Patrick complained.

"Shut up you gits." Alastair twitched. He was thinking if they should go back or stay but then he realised that Dylan used to live here before moving to Brecon. Meaning they can stay here for tonight, go and visit places tomorrow and then go back home. "What if we stay here for today? " the red headman suggested. "And go around Cardiff tomorrow and later go home?"

"Yah we could do that" Arthur agreed with his big brother. He knew that whatever Alistair has suggested, he would have thought about it very carefully. "So what do you think Dylan? Go to your old place for once"

'No! I don't want to go back. All those memories will come back. Please no. Can't we just stay in a hotel? I don't want to go back to that place which I have abandoned for centuries.'

"Don't worry. He is fine with it. He is always fine with everything." Seams replied instead of Dylan.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"No wait...umm...You people might be hungry so you people can go and have something to eat, I will go ahead and make everything ready for you. I haven't been there for a while." The little nation started to panic but he knew that he had to calm himself down. He didn't want to look too suspicious.

No one said anything for a while, everyone was thinking if it was a good idea or a bad idea. But then the Irishman spoke up.

"Yah we could do that. Do you want us to bring something for you?"

"N-no. It's alright. " the small nation hesitated again. "So I will head home alright? You know where I used to live right?"

Everyone nodded. Everyone knew where he lived. It's just that the place he lived stood out the most. "So I will see you later okay?" The Welshman left the crowd and headed towards his old him.

After 10 - 15 minutes of walking up and down, Dylan finally arrived his home, which he used to live. The house was so white that even in dark, it stood out. It was big. Five times bigger than the house he currently lived in.

He glared opened his old house.

'I didn't wanted to come back but faith has its own mind.'

He opened the enormous metal gates and approached towards the front door.

'Never had I thought I would open this door again. What lies behind is the grooves past which I intent to forget but instead it hurts every single second of my life.'

He pushed the keys in and unlocked it. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it round so the door can open. 'I don't have a good feeling about this' When the door finally opened, he went inside and pressed the switch to turn on the lights. His eyes widened. The buggy he had bought for Lucks was still there, untouched. The bags he had bought that day were there. Everything was there, not an inched moved from that incident. All those memories started to flood in his head. Cluster of tears started form in his eyes.

'Fuck. It happened centuries ago, why do I feel the same pain in my heart when I felt that day.'

Tip. Tip.

The tears started to drop on the wooden floor. Dylan was holding the toy he had bought for Lucks that day. A brave red dragon. 'Why did he had to go?' He couldn't help himself but turn into a ball while hugging the soft toy as tightly as he could. Sorrows of tears started to flood the wooden floor.

'I never wanted him to go.'

Dylan didn't know how many seconds, minutes or hours at past but he just curled up in the floor with the dragon, sobbing all his heart out.

'I can't just lay here and cry. I have to be strong and hide everything before come.'

His mind was saying him to stop but his eyes disagreed. Only tears fell from his green orbs.

•Knock knock•

A knock came from the front door. His eyes widened. He quickly rubbed his tears from his cheeks, got up and started to grab the buggy, the clothes he had bought and everything, which was related to his past and threw it on the store room and locked it. Before he opened the door, he made sure that no trails of tears could be seen.

'Dylan you can do this.'

He motivated himself first and then opened the door.

"Dylaannnnnnnn, look how Patrick is bullying me." The Irishman said in his monotone expression and tone and hugged his younger brother. He looked behind but couldn't see anyone.

"Eh? Where are others?" He asked as he leaned backward because of the Irishman heavy body.

'Eh, you have been crying huh? Interesting.' The Irishman thought with a smirked. 'So didn't "just" leave this place. '

"They are coming. I just came running back 'cause I missed my cute little brother so much " Seams leaned more on his brother.

"You're really pretty you know." Seams whispered.

"What the fuck? Get off me git!" The small nation protested but he was too strong. Seams ignored what the other nation had to say and leaned even more. "Hey, are you drunk? Did you drink?"

"Get off him you bastard!" An American accent came from the back. The American quickly grabbed the Irishman by his collar. "I told you get off him!"

'Alfred...' Dylan ' heart clenched.

"So what if I don't? He is my brother so I can do whatever I please. Mind your own dam business you American." The Irishman 'tched' at the end.

Alistair, Patrick and Arthur finally arrived but saw the drunk Irishman collar in the Americans hand. Alfred another had was in a fist, ready to punch the man in front of him.

"Anyway you're not even related to Dylan. You wouldn't even know him if it wasn't Arthur. "

"Shut up Seams. But guess what? Your brother here and I wer—"

"Shut up both of you." The Welshman soon cut him. "Both of you are equally annoying and irritating. I hate both of you." Dylan finally crashed. "Alfred get your hand off his collar. He is my brother so whatever he does, doesn't bother me. And he is right, it weren't Arthur, you wouldn't have known me." The blue orbs and green orbs glared for a while then after some while, Alfred let go of the Irishman 's collar.

'Known me again'The green orbs left the blue as it looked down. 'Why do you always take me to my limit Alfred?'

"What are you 2 gits bickering about?" Alistair finally joined. "Dylan?"

"Ah it's nothing" Dylan forced an innocent smile. "Let's just get it in but I need some help." He smiled again as if nothing happened.

Meanwhile, Alfred felt fury building up inside him. 'How could he fucking do that to my..' He froze. His eyes widen. 'What was I about to say? No. This is wrong. I should stay with Arthur and dedicate my whole life for him...but...' He looked up at the Welshman who was smiling innocently. 'What about him? What do I feel for him?'

Dylan went inside and everyone followed. Everyone started cleaning the house that night and went to their dedicated rooms. For Dylan, it was the same bed that he had shared with Lucks for just one night before everything went wrong.

This time again, Alistair insists that Arthur would sleep with him than with Alfred. Arthur tried to protest but in the end, he was forced to sleep with his older brother.

Meanwhile the Irish Twins talked.

"You found anything new?"

"Yah, when I came here alone, he was sobbing but dam he tries his best to hide it. His eyes were all red and when I hugged him, his top was also drenched." Seams smirked. "I feel like I'm working for MI5. "

"Hmm...That's interesting. Why would he sob alone in his house?"

"Old memories I suppose?" Seams glared at Patrick. "Why did you send that git early? If I had acted more drunk and intense, he would have seriously punched me." Seams tried to make a sad face in his mono face. "Do you want your beautiful brother to turn ugly?"

"No. I didn't send him. He insisted of following you when you were running like a mad dog. Maybe he thought you might attack our dear brother? "

Seams rolled his eyes. "I would have if it wasn't that American. Dylan is so beautiful."

Patrick laughed. "Anyway, did you notice how that American git was about to say something, Dylan cut him?"

"Yah. Now I'm 40% sure that they have or know something we don't."

Patrick patted his brother's head. "You're getting a lot smarter Seams. " Seams pouted at first but then smiled.

With their small conversation, they both fell asleep.

"Heyyyyyyyy Matthew" a voice came from somewhere. The Canadian looked up. The purple orbs widened.

'So he was literally in top of the castle!'

"Mathewwwww how have you been bro? " the American yelled from the top waving his hand towards the Canadian.

"Can you come downstairs?" The Canadian tried his best to project his voice but failed badly.

"What? I can't here you bro!" The American yelled again. Mathew sighed.

'I will just call him' He dialled his brother's phone number and called.

"Brooooo why are you calling me when you're just there?" The American yelled . Mathew thought he had lost his hearing.

"Ah can you come downstairs? I can't climb up with a pram" the Canadian said under his breath.

"You got a kid!? Awesome." There was a pause. "Wait...you got a kid did? How? I mean with who?" This time the Canadian was 99% sure that he was going to be deaf.

"Why don't you just come downstairs first?"

"Okay bro. See ya." The call ended.

After a while, the Canadian saw the figure of his brother. Broad shoulder, tall, sun kissed skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. But today he wasn't wearing his usual bomber jacket. He was jut wearing a simple top and a pair of trousers. The American ran towards the Canadian like a small kid who had just found his mommy in a supermarket.

"Yo!"

"What are you doing here Alfred? " the Canadian moaned.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. I told you I came here to find someone. I think that person stole something precious of mine." Mathew started to push the pram and Alfred followed.

"Eh? Report it to the police then?" Mathew panicked. "You shouldn't let a thief run around like that. Anyway it's your fault that you went around yourself with them with your carefree attitude."

"Ah how I wish. Yes it was my fault but then I didn't knew that the person would just walk away one today."

"Anyway what did 'that person' stole that you came all the way here to get it?" Mathew rolled his eyes.

"My heart." Alfred smiled. Mathew was shocked. Shocked that the most care free person who only cares about himself can actually like someone.

They both sat in a bench. Mathew locked the pram securely so it won't droll off.

"So tell me then bro, how is she like?"

The American got up and took the baby out of the pram who was wrapped in blue cloth.

"It's a he." He smiled at the kid in front of him. The also kid giggled at the man who was carrying him. "Awww he is so cute. Look he got the same shade of blue like mine." Alfred pointed out. "What's his name?"

"Eh. It's Lucas. " He smiled innocently. "He is really cute."

"So brother, tell me who did you screw in Wales?" Alfred said it directly while playing with the baby in his hand. Canada nearly choked in his own spit with that question.

"No Alfred no. It's not my kid. It's my friends." He said in his loudest voice he could make. "But his mother is a single parent so I'm helping his mother right now."

"What about his father?"

The Canadian shrugged. "I don't know. My friend never told me about his father."

"So sad. This cute little kid only has one parent. Maybe one day his dad will come looking for him?" Alfred smiled again. Lucas couldn't stop but giggle on Alfred non-stop.

"Maybe..." Mathew whispered.

'Even if his father come looking for him, it will be too late... and...I'm not giving my Dylan to anyone else. Not even to the father of this child.'

"Do you want to go and eat something? I'm starving!"

"What do you want to eat then?"

"Hmm...McDonald? "

"Why am I not surprised? "

The American replied just a grin.

On the way to McDonald, Mathew pushed the empty pram while Alfred graspped Lucas close to his heart. He didn't know why but it felt so warm and so...right?

When they finally got to McDonald, both nations ordered food of their choice. For Alfred, large size in UK was same as small size in US so he had to order 3 meals.

When they finally got their food, Alfred still holding Lucas in one hand, pushed the pram and Mathew carried food for both of them. They sat in the sit next to the window. While Canada sat facing the window, Alfred faced the opposite. Alfred had already pegged Lucas on the pram and put him in the middle.

When Mathew looked out in the window, he saw a familiar figure with reddish blonde hair. His lips widen with a smile and started waving.

'He seems happy today'

Alfred looked at his younger brother wave through him with a grin. When he turned around, he saw a small figure turning back. A familiar figure occurred. He was facing his back but only if he could see whom that figure belonged to. Alfred sighed and turned back towards his brother.

"Who were you waving at bro?" The American asked.

"Eh just a friend of mine." He smiled. "Anyway, tell me more about the man who stole your heart?"

"Ehh umm...well he is just...just beautiful and so interesting. He is full of surprises. He can be hot headed but then he can be calm like the sea...I don't know but it's like, one time he is all angry and bad mouths me and hits me and the next time, he is so calm and caring." Alfred hid his face for failing to explain the person who stole his heart.

"Don't worry bro" Mathew softly patted his brother's head and started eating. After a while, Alfred started eating as well.

When they finally finished, Mathew insisted Alfred to stay in a hotel for a while so the secret was still safe. Mathew helped Alfred to find a decent hotel to stay for a while. He left Alfred at the hotel and went back to town to find Dylan to head home. Just when he was going to call Dylan over, he saw a tall man with hell of alot of muscles, giggling like a kid with 2 babies in each hand.

"Eh? Mathias?" he looked at the side, he saw a blonde man with sailor outfit. "Lukas?"

"Oh. Hey Mathew. Long time no see huh?" he chuckled. "Look at these cutie pies. Aren't they cute? Just like their mother?"

Lukas was too tired to do anything so he picked up one of the twins from the Danish man. "At least they aren't stupid like their father" the Norwegian man added.

"That's mean Lukas baby 3. " Mathias pouted. Lukas didn't reply. "Anyway…" the Danish man eyes went to the pram that the Canadian was holding firmly. "Is that you kid? Oh my god! I knew it!" The Danish man said in a total shock.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Just ignore this idiot. He doesn't think much." the Norwegian man replied with his monotone voice. "But he is kind of cute. I like his eyes. They are beautiful like the sky."

"Haha. Aren't they beautiful?"

The three nations talked with each other for a while but then the Danish man was getting tired of standing up so he insisted of going back to the hotel they were staying.

The 2 Nordic nations took their leave and the Canadian also went to find the Welshman.

'What the…Why am I dreaming about the kid whom I barely knew?' the cyan orbs were wide open. He looked at his phone. '08:32 huh? Maybe I can take a small nap' Just when the American was about to fall asleep for second time, his phone started to vibrate.

"Hello?"

"Alfredddd! I'm in London. Shall I come to Wales? Where are you staying in Wales?" the small Canadian voice replied in excitement. The American's eyes widen.

'He is UK already?'

"Ah. Yah. We are in Cardiff at the moment."

"Eh? Huh? What!?" there was some kind of shock in his brother's voice which shocked him. "I mean, why?"

"Long story. Will tell you when you get here."

"Okay then. You're in Dylan's house right? I'll be there in some hours then. Bye bro" The call ended.

'How does he know where he lives?'

I'm so tired and depressed. Tomorrow we will find out if Scotland is going to be independent or not. (I hope they don't T-T because we have been united for 300 years and if they do, there will be no longer "United Kingdom" or "Great Britain")

Anyways, hope you had fun reading this fic.

Please leave some feedback. It will help me improve my writing and the story line. And please do suggest this story to other people (T-T).