I still don't own Hetalia, thanks for reading and reviewing and stuff. Just a warning but this chapter is going to contain a little bit of PruCan but if you want you can skip that bit because it was only a small idea I had.

Michelle-Seychelles

Soraphine-Monaco

Gilbert's eyes scanned the inn before he caught sight of the familiar curl. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding before trying to look a little more confident than he felt and sauntering over to Mathew's table.

He was half way there when Mathew caught sight of him and walked over...flanked by two girls.

Gilbert attempted to cover his surprise but his eyes drifted over to the girls who appeared to be in their late teens. Both were pretty, one had dark hair tied back into pigtails with red ribbons and wore a light blue dress. The other girl had a pair of glasses perched on her nose and a plait, she wore a pink dress. Mathew gave him a curious look before realisation crossed his face "These are my cousins, Soraphine and Michelle" he explained, gesturing to the two girls.

Gilbert nodded. He knew about these girls, they were Francis' half sisters. Mathew's parents had been gone through most of his childhood so he'd gone to live with Francis as well and as a result Mathew, Soraphine and Michelle were Francis' treasures.

With the way Francis had always talked about the girls Gilbert had always expected them to be about ten years old, but these girls looked to be almost twenty.

"I couldn't leave them at home," Mathew assured him "I didn't want them to be lonely"

Soraphine and Michelle looked at each other and rolled their eyes "We'd have been fine" Michelle muttered.

Mathew turned his head toward her "I wouldn't be comfortable leaving you behind" he replied curtly.

Gilbert watched the scene "yeah, that's awesome..." he commented, he'd kind of expected to be able to spend the day with Mathew, and then an idea dawned on him "Hey, I've got a friend waiting outside who could look after them"

Mathew pulled a face "Is he trustworthy? I'll need to talk to him first"

Gilbert nodded "He's totally trustworthy...and he's almost got a boyfriend" he noted.

So Gilbert led Mathew and the girls through the inn so Mathew could meet Antonio, they exited the inn. "Hey, Antoni-OH shit he's gone" the bench was empty.

Antonio trotted after Alice and the boy, they were headed for Alice's house.

"Hey, Alice?" he called.

"Yes" she said, removing the boy from her hip and placing him on the floor, she held his hand firmly to stop him from wondering off.

"That boy you have there-"

"Alfred," she interjected "His name is Alfred"

Antonio nodded and began again "Alfred, he sounds American"

"Well observed, tomorrow we'll do shapes" Alice retorted with a heavily exaggerated roll of her eyes.

Alfred grinned at him "Hell yeah, I'm American!" he exclaimed.

Antonio frowned, was he ever going to get this sentence out? "Yeah, and he said he was your grandfather?"

"Yes, and?" Alice growled

"I thought you were more English than crumpets"

"Shut up"

"I thought you were more English than fish and chips"

"Technically fish and chips is Scandinavian"

"I thought you were more English than scones"

"That's enough"

Francis and Lovino were now just wondering around the dock because a girl had caught them eyeing her dress and gave them a furious look. Without criticizing fashion the two no longer had anything in common to talk about, Francis had tried discussing cooking but Lovino hated French cooking and Francis didn't really know anything about Italian cooking.

They rounded a corner and ran headlong into Gilbert. It wasn't just Gilbert, he was with a man who had blonde hair of a similar style to Francis, who wore a pair of glasses and a shy smile. They were accompanied by two girls, Lovino noted that they dressed well and that one of the girls had a fleeting similarity to Francis in her eyes. With a jolt Lovino realised that these were his sort of cousins by marriage, he hadn't seen them since they were thirteen. Francis seemed to come to his senses first and pulled the trio into a tight hug.

"My Familyyyyyy! Why didn't you tell me you were here?" he exclaimed frantically.

Mathew escaped the hug first "I was going to surprise you tomorrow, I was meeting Gilbert today"

Francis released his sisters "You were meeting Gilbert?" he smirked, glancing over to his friend who held his hands up in defeat.

Alice's house was not as small as Antonio had expected it to be, he didn't know how long she'd been there but he certainly wasn't expecting the fairly large house he encountered.

"Wow, you landed on your feet" he murmured

Alice smirked "It's not actually my house." she opened the door and Alfred raced in and sat to the table.

"I think it's lunch time" he grinned

Alice groaned "You always think it's lunch time" she smiled fondly as she headed in the direction Antonio assumed the kitchen was...wait...kitchen

"Woah, Alice, you aren't actually going to give that kid your cooking to eat" Antonio spluttered.

Alice frowned "Shut the bloody hell up, some people appreciate English cuisine"

After a flurry of greetings in which Lovino had to re-introduce himself to his own cousins they finally got around to talking normally but Lovino felt like something was missing.

"Hey, I thought you were with the Tomato Bastard?"

"Who?" the group chorused

"Antonio"

Gilbert shrugged "I took my eyes off him for like a second and-"

"He made him wait outside an inn while he went to meet me and he was gone when we came out" Mathew confessed. Gilbert gave him an appalled look.

Lovino rubbed his temples, now came the hard bit. Whether he liked it or not he was very concerned for Antonio's safety, not because he liked the Bastard...okay he did but he was also very worried, but he couldn't let anyone know...but he was an idiot what if he died or something.

"We should find him" FUCK, everyone was looking at him...no...he could fix this "Before the idiot get's himself killed by some bastard" nailed it.