Okay, first of the stories written during exams. This one specifically was written after my Comparative religion exam.

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So rarely did questions like this come to him. They still came, though few and far between. He wanted to stop, they made his already depressive state all the worse and made him question things about himself and his brother. What he felt was that they were brothers of course, Alfred and he. But the question was always brought forth that they were initially apart, never having met until Arthur introduced them, if they were brothers; why were they so far apart in birth (both in distance and age)? Who were their parents? Were they really not brothers? If not, why did they look so similar? The only logical reason was that they were brothers, but that still made him wonder.

"I'm hungry." Kumajirou nudged the man laying in bed. He had yet to move and seemed very depressed in particular. It was starting to concern the bear to be honest. Matthew didn't reply and continued to stare listlessly into space. "America?" The white bear nudged Canada's arm again.

"I'm Canada." Matthew sighed, still caught in his thoughts. It was obvious that Francis and Arthur weren't really the brothers' parents… But they needed parents to be born, right? Or did they just pop out of the ground like mushrooms? No, that couldn't have been right. His fingers slipped down his stomach to his navel, their tips circled it as a vulture would a rotting carcass. This single aspect of his body, did it not mean that he was born as humans were? At one point he'd had a mother, a real one. Possibly even a human one. Did that mean that he had been human once? Long before he could remember? Tears pricked at his eyes as he thought about what she could have looked like. And his father? Whose eyes did he have? Alfred's were blue while his were more of a purply color, who contributed what to the way their sons looked? He shut his eyes as a small sob escaped him. He hated when he thought of these things.

Hated them.

"Oh Maddie!"

"Not now Gilbert." Matthew mumbled into the pillows as Kumajirou hopped off the bed and trundled over to Prussia. The enthusiastic man looked down to the bear as he tugged on the hem of his pants.

"He won't get up to feed me…" Kumajirou stated plainly.

"Und vhy nod?" Gilbert said, looking over to the man crying into his pillow. "Vhat de hell hes you soh upsed now?"

"Go away Gil." The albino snorted.

"Vhy schoult I?"

"Because this is my house and I want to be left alone." Gilbert blinked, he wanted to be alone? Never, not Matthew who was always alone when he wasn't there. Something really was bothering him and though he was loathe to be emotional, it was Matthew.

"Alrighd, vhat's de madder?"

"I said go away, eh."

"You're opfiously in a bat moot und I demant to know vhat happent."

"Nothing, Gil, just go away." Okay this was irritating, Prussia strode the rest of the way over to the bed and sat on the edge. Matthew just curled up tighter and turned over so his back was to Gilbert. "Get off my bed please."

"Vhy do you vant to be alone? Lasd I checkt you like dat aboud as much ahs I do."

"Don't you love being alone?" Matthew said bitterly.

"Vid you I do."

"Go away Gil, please. I'm not in the mood today."

"Den I'll jus hev to schtick arount undil you ahre." The Prussian leaned back, leaning on Canada's hip. "C'mon. I don'd like it vhen you acd like dis. Tell me vhat's wrong."

"You'll laugh."

"Noh I von'd."

"You always say that and then when I tell you, you laugh."

"I don'd laugh aht you, I jus dink it's funny to be dinking aboud it." Matthew sighed.

"I was thinking about my mother."

"Arthur?"

"No, my actual one that I never knew."

"Ve don'd hev actual mutters und faters… You schoult know dat by now. Possiply de only vons who actually cahn say dat dey do ahre Greece und Egypt. Because dere mutters acdually gave bird to dem." Prussia explained as if it were a fact of life. For them, it was, but it didn't seem natural that Prussia so easily admitted he had no parents.

"Where do we come from then?"

"I cahn'd say."

"Do we just spontaneously appear?"

"I alreaty sait I ditn'd know."

"But if we do…" He felt his stomach for his navel again and imagined a hospital. An exhausted woman in a bed, smiling as a doctor tied off two crying blondes' umbilical cords. Though he realized that never could have been, given his age (and the difference between his and Alfred's ages), it was a sweet dream.

"If ve do spontaneously appear?" Prussia questioned as Matthew trailed off into his day-dreams.

"Why do we have this?" The other replied to seemingly no one in particular.

"Vhy do ve hev vhat?" Matthew flipped over slowly and took Prussia's hand, lifting the hem of his field blouse and laying it over his stomach. "Vhy do ve hev a gud?"

"No, what is on your stomach?"

"Vell, my hant ist." The blonde snorted.

"What is under your hand though?" Gilbert blinked and lifted his hand, staring down at his stomach.

"Vhy do ve hev a nafel?" He sucked on his tongue as Matthew nodded minutely, letting his hand slip from Gilberts to the bed. "I don'd know dat eider." It seemed so insignificant to him. It was his belly-button, that was all; a semi-hole at his waist. "Fuck, now you hev me vontering."

"What do you think your and Ludwig's mother was like?" Matthew absently asked, swirling a finger in patterns over the back of Gilbert's hand.

"Noh itea, provably qvide a looker dough if she hat me. Westen doesn'd look too bat eider, of course."

"I wish I could have met her… If she existed still. Or if she existed at all I guess I should say."

"Vell, noh use mooning avder it. If our mutters… If ve hat dem vonce, if dey vere human, de're long deat now."

"Yeah… I guess…"

"Schtill, sche musd'fe been von hod bitch."

"How can you talk about your mother that way?"

"Who sait I vas talking about mine?" Gilbert smirked down at Matthew then, his eyes mischievously glistening. Quickly, Matthew's face filled with heat as he rolled over onto his side again to hide it. A lecherous hand crawled up to rest on his hip before slipping down and pinching his butt.

"Hey!" The Canadian shot up to find himself caught in a kiss. It was calm and warm, speaking of no burning lust, it was a kiss to calm the mind. For that, Matthew was grateful, he wasn't sure if he could pay attention all the way if Gilbert tried to start something. Suddenly the blonde chuckled as Gilbert put his arms around him softly.

"Vhat's funny?"

"What would my mother think about me?" Matthew allowed himself to slip down and let his head rest on Gilbert's chest.

"Sche voult provably be damn prout."

"Really?" He blinked and looked innocently up at him.

"Do I lie to you?"

"Sometimes."

"Efer jus to make you feel bedder?"

"No."

"Vell, dere you goh." He laughed and nuzzled his face into the fabric of Gilbert's uniform. Ever so slightly, he wondered why he was wearing it today, but it suited him well so it didn't really matter.

"I'm confused why she would be. Nobody really remembers me past you and a few others, that's out of 240 plus people. 191 of these people are people that should remember me too, not talking about all the humans. Being gay for some reason is a fear mothers have. I'm technically in love with someone who is dead, so apparently I am a necro-" Gilbert put his hand over Matthew's mouth. "Oof, mmf srffy." Matthew's reply was greatly muffled by the gloved hand.

"Sche voult be pourt because do you really care dat you ahre gay?" The blonde shook his head. "Do you lof me?" He nodded. "Und ahre you sctill alife deschpide de facd dat nohvon remempers you?" Matthew nodded again. "Do you make de mosd awesome pancakes in de vorlt und de most epic maple syrup?" Matthew's shrugged. "De answer to dat vas 'yes'." He chuckled under Gilbert's hand. "Und ahre you a nation to begin vid?" The other shoved Gilbert's hand from his mouth.

"I get it, Gilbert." he said chuckling and leaning aginst him again.

"Und if sche voultn'd be prout of you, I ahm." Gilbert grinned down at him. "Since I ahm awesome, I dink dat counds you ahs awesome too."

"Awesome by association?" Matthew quirked an eyebrow.

"D'uh." They shared another warm kiss and Gilbert rested back on the headboard of the bed. "Hey… Dit you fall asleep?" Lightly, he poked the Canadian's head. "Ve hev a meeding… Ged up." Another poke and the sleeping boy batted the hand away. "Noh, I von'd gif you fife more minudes, ged up! I'm nod your mutter!"

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Notes:

240 +--A rough estimate of countries in the world, loosely defined.

191--The number of countries in the UN minus Canada, so 192.

I need to stop thinking about serious things when writing Hetalia fan fiction. But seriously! I wonder! Really I do, with Greece and Egypt it's clear they have real parents since their predecessors were female, but what about the Italy brothers? They had a grandpa and that's all that's mentioned. The same for Prussia and Germany. Oooo, I am in your brain making you think unnecessary things!