I do not own Hetalia okay? I don't have much else to say here on this one, so enough of this A/N, on with the fic!

"Come on Frog, Alfred will kill us if we are late for Thanksgiving." Arthur said as he put the scones he was bringing to his son's house in the car. No one ever eats these. I bring them to everything. He sighed knowing that this was going to be a tough time of the year. What it was with him and Francis, he couldn't exactly pinpoint but all the years of their sons being out of the house and developing their own lives and having spouses of their own. I never realized just how much those boys meant to me, even though I had to yell at Alfred so much. He thought as he carried his suitcase into the back of the car with Francis running behind. He wrapped his scarf around his neck tighter, adjusted his beret and shivered. It had clouded over and a slight sleeting rain was beginning to fall. "We had better get going before this gets too bad…."

"Mon cher," Francis sighed "We are heading into the town Alfred and Ivan live in the day before Thanksgiving. Why are you so worried? You need to relax, you'll give yourself a heart attack and leave me all alone."

"Way you drink; I am concerned myself about your health as well." Arthur sighed as he put Francis's designer suitcase in the back carelessly.

"Be careful!" Francis said as he glanced quickly to make sure the expensive Louis Vuitton suitcase was not scuffed. "That is vintage 1950s from Paris!"

"So?" Arthur asked

"I swear you go out of your way to be passive aggressive these days!" Francis yelled as he sat down in the passenger seat of the car. "Besides, doctors say wine is good for your heart."

"About that." Arthur said, pulling out of the driveway and onto the road. "I read some articles on that matter knowing you would cite that. Doctors suggest moderation or not at all. The resveratrol that is claimed to help blood vessels and lower LDL cholesterol is found by just eating grapes or drinking grape juice. A drink of wine is medically defined as 5 ounces. A man under the age of 65," Arthur began. He had done plenty of research on the issue to beat back any argument he could throw at him to justify just how much wine he did drink.

"Which I am, I am only 59 here. I am not that old yet." Francis sighed Has he found the blonde hair dye? Or has he used it, as there is no way that he cannot be going grey himself the way Arthur stresses himself…

"Is 2 drinks. Of 5 ounces of wine. Even if you were to stick to those 5 ounces, you have multiple glasses of wine through the day. On an average day, just what I see it is about twice that. So medically you are not drinking in moderation. So unless you want cirrhosis, you may want to think about cutting back." Arthur then placed his head in the steering wheel, noticing the traffic. "Why, oh why did we have to wait for today?" Because I couldn't get off work until today. It was a nightmare getting today off for a drive that is only about an hour and a half on a good day.

"Why couldn't my dear little Alfred have lived closer to the city?" Francis said.

"I think he and Ivan made a rather prudent move. I saw some of the things they did to that place and the pictures of it before. It may be an old boarding house but they did wonders to it. You know real estate in the city isn't cheap. If it makes them happy, then that's all that matters and we should just DEAL WITH TRAFFIC THAT DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO MOVE FASTER THAN PARKED ON THE INTERSTATE!"

"Oh ho ho ho…. And here I thought I had to lecture Alfred about his road rage when he was learning to drive." Arthur put up two fingers that looked like the peace sign but he saw which way his palm was facing. Francis then smacked Arthur's hand. "Seriously!"

"What? Most people here only know the middle finger." Arthur looked over at Francis.

"Yes because I will love that phone call. 'I'm sorry Alfred, Ivan we will have to miss Thanksgiving this year because your father decided it was a good idea to get into a fight with a total stranger who happened to know the British flip off.' And then you'd have a very angry Alfred and Ivan at your bedside in the hospital. Speaking of which I hope I have enough wine…. Ivan's sisters are coming over and from what I saw at the wedding that Natalya can be quite the sourpuss….and that's putting it nicely…." Looking in his padded bag which he kept wine he was gifting in during travel, "Would 3 bottles of Beaujolais be enough?"

"Regular sized or the larger ones?" Arthur said.

"Larger."

"Possibly." Traffic began moving steadily again. Looking over there seemed to be an accident on the side of the road. "So that was the holdup…."

"Do you feel bad about getting mad?" Francis said.

"Yes." Arthur sulked. "Hopefully the drive gets better from here."

Having the day off, Alfred ran around the house, looking for something to clean, organize or just get together. Normally he was a very relaxed person who would often have Ivan reminding him to put his jacket, shoes and socks where they belong and finish putting trash in the trash can but when his family was coming over for something he valued deeply, he lost his mind. The fact that Natalya was coming over did nothing to ease his stress as well. While never one to hit a woman, there were times she made him question his stance. It was only the face he loved Ivan he didn't do anything to her. But he would also be seeing Matthew and Katyusha over the holiday as well. He hadn't gotten much out of him or her since they accepted his invitation for Thanksgiving. Katyusha had told Ivan that after she came back from the doctor everything was okay but wouldn't go into much more detail; not easing anyone's concerns as she had always been one to downplay when she needed help.

"Why don't you let me take over from here Fredka?" Ivan said walking behind Alfred and taking the feather duster from him. "I'm sure your Dad and Papa will think this place is fine."

"It's not them I'm worried about." Alfred sighed.

"Natalya?" Ivan asked.

"Well…. kind of…last thing I want is a fight to break out." Alfred admitted. "But I'm worried most about Mattie and Katy. I mean Matt's my brother and Katy is my double sister in law. My husband's sister and my brother's wife." Alfred laughed at this joke. "I haven't heard much from them and I'm worried if I was to check his typewriter or something I'd see either 'All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy' or 'Feeling fine' and he'd be standing behind me with an axe…"

"Your imagination runs wild with worry sometimes." Ivan laughed. "I'm more worried I may offend your Dad by not eating his scones. Last time I ate one, I spent most of the Fourth of July over the toilet…." Ivan then sat Alfred down on the couch and handed him a controller to the PlayStation. "I know you and Kiku have been playing that new horror game. Maybe that will calm you down."

He placed the controller down. "Nah…." He began to get up but Ivan pushed him down again. "Stay put. I know you're worried but it will do no good if you give yourself a heart attack before tomorrow. You've already banished me from the kitchen after breakfast that day."

"But I- "Alfred began.

"Will not do anything else today. You have plenty of games, pick something." Ivan said with a pleasant smile that Alfred knew that while it looked innocent and sweet, meant he was serious and he should not push the issue anymore. Alfred looked at the game collection and decided that Ivan did have a point pulled out Minecraft and put it in. Ivan looked over at him curiously.

"What?"

"That game?" Ivan asked.

"Well the music is soothing and I do like building in it." Alfred suggested.

"If that helps you…" Ivan shrugged as a knock was heard at the door. "I'll get it." Heading over to the door, he opened it to find Natalya standing in the doorway with a man with long brown hair standing next to her.

"Big brother. I'm here." Natalya said as she walked inside and hung her coat up.

"I see that. You didn't tell us you were bringing a guest." Ivan said.

"Well Toris didn't have much else planned and I didn't want to leave him all alone at the college. So I brought him with me." Alfred growled. Sure he had plenty for everyone so another person wouldn't be an issue and cut into everyone's food. They could all eat as much as they wanted. It was the idea that Natalya would bring someone without consulting Ivan, let alone him was something that really got him mad. Don't say a thing…. don't say a thing…. you've got plenty of food. Natalya said she got a hotel room anyway so she won't be staying too late…. Alfred thought as he quickly turned his pickaxe in Minecraft to the ground below him and mined straight down. Natalya then turned to Alfred "And why are you making my beloved brother do the cleaning like a common housewife. He is much better than that. I also believe his job pays more than yours." Alfred stared at the game more and more, grinding his teeth to ignore her. "You're sitting there playing a children's game while he's cleaning."

"Natalya please…I don't think your brother has an issue with this." Toris smiled nervously.

"Yes Natalya." Ivan began. "Fredka was just taking a break I had told him to do so before you had arrived. We weren't expecting anyone for a few more hours." He headed to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of vodka. And so it begins before the holiday… Alfred moved to a chair beside the couch and kept intense focus on his game.

"Well we had left early to beat the weather you see Mr. Braginsky- "Toris began.

"Braginsky-Jones." Ivan corrected, knowing how furious Alfred would be if he did not bring that up to his sister when he did everyone else who made that honest mistake.

"Sorry, Mr. Braginsky-Jones, and I guess we didn't take into account how fast it would get here…." Toris blushed as he sat beside Natalya on the couch. "Check in at the hotel isn't for a few more hours so Natalya suggested we come here and speak with her brother first. She didn't mention you were married."

Of course she wouldn't…. Alfred thought as he looked at the television, keeping his eyes from them. He sensed if he even had just looked at her, she'd tear into him again. Ivan sat down in his favorite chair and looked over to his younger sister. She was in her final year of college before she went on to get her MBA. If nothing else, Ivan knew her tenacity would do her well in the cutthroat world of business. "So, how is this semester going Natalya?" She was 5 years younger than Ivan and Alfred.

"It is going pretty well." Natalya said. "Made the Dean's list and already have an internship lined up with one of my professor's former companies."

"Making connections already. That's good." Ivan nodded, drinking his vodka to help calm his nervous. His fathers in law were due to come in soon and he had hoped they would keep their bickering to a minimum when they arrived. "How did you meet-"

"Toris. Toris Laurinaitis." He said taking Ivan's hand and shaking it. "And the pleasure is all mine. I am studying nuclear medicine myself and ran into Natalya in the student union and she asked me to dinner that night. Having always admired her from afar I agreed. You see my family is still in Lithuania and I couldn't get a ticket back in time so I'd either still be at the dorm at the college if Natalya didn't invite me along."

"That's nice of her." Ivan said. "Next time little sister, do tell me when you are bringing a guest. If Fredka didn't already plan for such huge amounts of food, we may not have enough."

Well it's a start in standing up to your sister. You let her run all over you Vanya…. Alfred thought as he placed a block down, turned and fell into lava. "AW SHIT!" He yelled dropping the controller on the floor while Natalya laughed at his in game misfortune as a knock was heard at the door. "I'll get that."

"Yes, be good for something." Natalya said as Alfred ground his teeth more and more. Once well out of Natalya's surprisingly good hearing, he mumbled under his breath. "You little bitch if you weren't Ivan's little sister I'd have knocked that smart mouth of yours in a long time ago. You only invited Toris to get under my skin, don't act like you're suddenly over the moon for that guy. He seems terrified of you you demon succubus bitch whore…." He said opening the door to Arthur and Francis.

"Excuse me? What kind of language is that to be using towards your own father?" Arthur tapped.

"Oh boy, both of you are in foul moods. And we haven't even gotten to cook the fowl…." Francis laughed.

"How long have you been sitting on that dad joke Papa? It's something I'd expect from Dad there." Alfred smiled.

"Oh it has been awhile. It was a long and quiet drive. At least once we got out of the city. Your father there has just a colorful vocabulary as you do on the road. So we're staying here? It's quite the quaint little, well not little, place. You said the county stated this was a-?"

"Former hotel back when people were heading from the eastern part of the state to the western. Sat abandoned for a few decades, Ivan spotted it while lost one day and fixed it up. And since our jobs are mostly remote these days, commuting isn't that big a deal as we have to do it only a few times a week if that." Alfred smiled.

"I brought some of my homemade scones son." Arthur smiled as Francis stuck his tongue out in disgust.

"Well thanks Dad." Alfred said as he took the plate and placed it in front of Toris and Natalya. Ignoring her, he turned to Ivan. "Well Vanya, Dad made his famous scones again." More like infamous "I figured that Toris and my dearest sister in law Natalya would love to sample some of my father's most delicious baked goodies. Now if you will excuse me I must show Papa and Dad to where they will be staying." Alfred then pushed Francis and Arthur up the stairs to one of the guest bedrooms. Looking over his shoulder, knowing Natalya did not know about how bad Arthur's scones were, she picked one up, bit it and spit it out. Revenge…. he smiled as he opened the door to the guest room. "And you guys will be staying here. You mentioned wanting to head to the outlet mall for some of their post-Thanksgiving Sales Papa?"

"Just what is going on down there?" Arthur asked. "That's not very gentlemanly of you to Ivan's younger sister."

"Trust me Dad, if you had put up with what she had been doing all day, you'd agree with me." Alfred said as he shut the door behind them. "I also wanted to ask you two, have you heard much from Matthew?"

"Last week he said he'd be up here for Thanksgiving too. But beyond that he seemed a little too friendly. Never would go into too much of what he was doing at work. Also wouldn't talk much about Katyusha either. I remember those two being over the moon with each other at yours and eventually their wedding. You think their marriage could be in trouble?" Arthur asked worried.

"Well if there was something that was troubling Katy that she didn't want Matthew to know, she would have told Vanya." Alfred said. "And I haven't caught any clues from him that that would be the case. If he ever felt that Matthew was treating her badly I would know. Because I would have had to stop him from killing him."

"That is true." Arthur said looking at the floor pensively.

"Do not fret mon ami." Francis said as he lay down on the bed. "Now be a good boy and host and get our suitcases from the car please Alfred while I spend some quality time with your dad. And take more care with my suitcase than your Dad does. It's vintage."

"I think I will help him too." Arthur said breaking Francis's grip Poor boy seems to have it hard enough with Ivan's younger sister if you are cussing her under your breath like that." Once they headed out the door, Arthur whispered, "You're not going to be careful with his suitcase are you?"

"Do you want me to?" Alfred laughed.

"A few scuffs and drops in a puddle done behind my back, well I can't say anything to you about." He smirked as they opened the trunk to see a small car pull up.

"Who is that?" Arthur asked as Alfred looked at the driver to see just who was pulling in.

"That's Mattie!" Alfred said running over to his brother's car and as soon as he turned it off, he opened the door, pulling his brother out. "So glad to see you! Why do you keep ghosting us? You have us all too worried."

"You'll tear the poor boy's arm off!" Arthur said as he headed to Katyusha and pulled out his umbrella. "Here you go Katyusha, you look like you could freeze in this."

"Thank you Arthur." She said bowing to him.

"How many times do I have to tell you, call me Dad," Arthur smiled at the shy woman. "We have been worried about you two so much. You must simply stop being so shy."

"Well I do have something I want to tell you but I am saving it for the meal tomorrow, with everyone there." Katyusha said with a slight blush and smile.

"Well I am sure everyone would love to hear it." Arthur said as Alfred had already dragged Matthew inside, showing him off like a found puppy.

So how was that? Good? Bad? Short? Long? Let me know in a review. I hope you like the tension building on Natalya and Alfred there. And what is the announcement? You'll have to read on to see. Anyway, I don't have much else to say here, so remember to read (well you just did) and to review. Ciao for now,

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