Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia Axis Powers.

Author Note: Fair warning, the characters might be a little OOC, and sometimes they won't talk the way that they usually would; this is intended. Some of the lines will be looked back over and fixed and other lines are on purpose. The characters look the way they do in the anime/manga and Kelly and Elizabeth look around the same age as their husbands. Okay now, on with the story!

Our Hetalia Days

Chapter 1- The Jones' Come to Visit

The day started off slow. Elizabeth got up early and set up the den for her son's visit, told the maids to put his favorite coffee down on the morning shopping list, and had her hair done. Her medium length dark brown hair was puffed into curls. She knew her son was going to laugh at her, but that didn't matter.

"He can 'Suck it'," she had told Arthur when he had brought it up that morning. His face dropped to shock. "What?" she had asked to him. "That is what people in his country say."

"But you don't have to say it," he had responded. She had noticed that he was upset, so she walked over to kiss him on the cheek.

"Why not? We're the one's who had allowed him to go. Why can't I embrace his culture?"

"Because; one, he doesn't have a culture. And two, you sound more and more like him!"

"I'm sorry Love." Her arms had wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. "I can't help it. Blame Kelly when she gets here."

"Hmph. I will."

Elizabeth giggled. Her husband was always picking apart their son's country, and she has always found it funny. She used to tell her boys that they could have anything they wanted, so she was supportive of anything they came up with.

She walked around her grand home in her ball gown for that night. Her and Arthur were hosting a ball, and had invited all of their friends. Elizabeth needed the dress fitted one more time, and was told to wear it around for a bit to figure out if she wanted anything changed.

The dark pink dress was a strapless tube top with a softly arced neckline. The full skirt popped out from the flat top. The top was scattered with small white sequins and the dress laced up in the back.

"Perfect," she heard from behind her. She turned to see Arthur, who was smiling a big smile. "I didn't think you would pick something like that."

"Well, you said think of it more like an American prom," she answered. "Since the ball is for Alfred and Kelly."

"Yes," he nodded. "It is for them." He walked over and slipped his arm around her waist. "I cannot wait to dance with you though."

She giggled as he sweet talked in his ear. The house staff ignored them, but they did giggle. Their butler suppressed a grin as he approached them.

"M'am," he said rather loudly. "The seamstress would like you to return to hang up the dress."

"Alright William," she said through her giggles. She gave Arthur a kiss before heading down the hallway to the tailoring room.

Arthur turned to William and smirked. "You did that on purpose."

"No sir," William said, smirking back. "But it was fun."

Arthur laughed and waved William into the kitchen. "Come check on these hors d'œuvres with me."

Alfred and Kelly sat in the back of the taxi on the way to the Kirkland Estate. Kelly was snuggled up to Alfred, his left arm dropped around her back to her waist. Kelly's dirty blonde hair was smoothed out and pulled back into a ponytail. Both were dressed in what they had worn on the plane: jeans, tennis shoes, and t-shirts. Alfred's jeans were dark wash and his t-shirt was his favorite USA shirt (the one with the flag design in the letters). Kelly's jeans were faded, the left knee torn open. She wore her favorite Zelda t-shirt, the one with chibi Link on the green shirt.

"I can't wait to get there," she told Alfred as she gazed out the window.

"Me neither," Alfred answered her. "I wonder what they have planned! I hope there's food."

Kelly whacked him in the chest. "You and your damn food."

Alfred took a few deep breaths and gave her a playful, angry look. "You and your damn hitting."

Kelly just stuck out her tongue.

Elizabeth was waiting on the front steps of the house when the Jones' arrived. She was now dressed in her casual attire. Her blue jeans were a color darker than the faded jeans Kelly wore. Her torso was covered in a lace rimmed purple cami and a black short sleeved jean jacket. She had purple flats on her feet.

"Elizabeth!" Kelly said happily as she walked up the steps, her arms wide.

"Kelly!" Elizabeth beamed as the younger girl came and gave her a big hug.

The driver of the taxi helped William take the luggage into the entry way, before William paid him. While they did this, Alfred stayed back around the taxi, his eyes darting between the ground, and his wife and mother.

Elizabeth looked over at her bashful son. She knew he was going to find it weird to see his mother after all this time, but that wasn't going to stop her from making him smile.

"Yo Al," she called out in her fake New York gangster accent. "Get your ass up here and give me a hug."

Alfred couldn't help but smile, and ended up laughing as he walked up the steps and gave his mom a hug.

"That was terrible," he laughed as he let go of her.

"I know," she answered with a smile. "Just trying to make you laugh."

He chuckled again, as he and Kelly followed Elizabeth into the house. She led them to the den, where Arthur was waiting.

"Hello Al," he said happily. He walked over and shook his son's hand. They hadn't hugged in ages, just because it didn't feel right anymore. "Hello Kelly," he said, turning towards her.

"Hello Arthur," she said back, shaking his hand. They sat down as Sherry, the head housekeeper, walked into the room with a tray of two pots and four cups.

"Your tea and coffee," she said gracefully. "Anything else, Mrs. Kirkland?"

"No Sherry," she told her. "Just bring the hors d'œuvres when they're done."

"Yes m'am," Sherry responded as she bowed and exited the room.

The four poured their drinks and enjoyed just chatting about their lives. Arthur and Alfred ended up in a few arguments over finances and government, but the smacks across the back of their heads stopped those conversations instantly.

"So Kelly," Elizabeth said after she slapped Arthur for the third time. "Arthur and I have set-up a ball tonight in yours and Alfred's honor. You brought the dress, didn't you?"

Kelly's eyes were wide. She didn't expect a ball to be the reason that she was asked to bring a prom-y dress.

"Y-yes," she answered shakily. "Al and I shipped my dress and his tux yesterday."

"Then that must be the garment delivery that William told me about this morning," Elizabeth pondered. "Well, it is already 4 o'clock. The ball starts at 6:30 on the dot, so we must go get your hair done. Come." She said as she rose from her seat and ushered Kelly from the room. "You boys have fun, and remember to be in the ballroom at 6."

"Will do," Arthur said, waving her off. He was still a little mad about getting hit in the head.

The two couples stood in the ballroom waiting for the other guests to arrive. Elizabeth had explained to Kelly that the ball was to celebrate her and Alfred's marriage, even though that had happened years before.

"Why a ball now?" Kelly had asked her at the hairdressers.

"Because our friends could not attend back then, and we decided to plan it for today," Elizabeth had answered. "We wanted it to be a surprise."

A surprise it was. Kelly was still shocked as she stood in the middle of the grand room in a teal strapless ballgown, with hundreds of little silver sequins all over the bodice. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail with waves cascading out of it. Next to her was Al, dressed in his black tux and a teal vest and tie. He was nervous. He had spoken to other nations since he got married, but he had also never met any of his allies in a tuxedo.

Arthur wandered around the room in his grey tuxedo. His bow tie and vest matched his wife's dress, and his hair was neatly fixed on his head. He paced through-out the room, making sure everything was perfect.

"Arthur," Elizabeth called to him. She was dressed in her gown, her hair looking the same as it had that morning. "Would you calm down, Love?"

"It has to be perfect," he said, smoothing out another cream tablecloth. "Before any guests…"

But he was cut off as the door to the ballroom opened. Arthur began to panic shuffling to fix anything he could reach. Elizabeth and Alfred rolled their eyes as they turned to see who was coming in.

"Mother."

Arthur stopped short and sighed loudly. It was just his son

Matthew entered the ballroom in his black tux, a dark blue being his tie color. He walked up to his mother, giving her a hug.

"I've missed you Matthew," she told him. He smiled back and saw Alfred and Kelly behind her.

"Al! Kel!" he said happily, walking over to shake his brother's hand and to give Kelly a hug.

"Matti! I've missed you!" Kelly squealed, giving him a big hug. He chuckled.

"I've missed you too."

The family chatted, and at 6:30 the guests began to enter the room.

Francis and Herakles were the first to arrive, followed by Ivan, Roderich, Antonio, and Yao. Lot's of the other guests were non-nation people who had come to congratulate the couple and to have fun.

The night progressed with laughter, food, and plenty of dancing. As midnight came and went, the guests began to leave. As Kelly and Elizabeth said their final goodbyes to Roderich, the fight began.

"He iz my son too!"

"But you don't take care of him!"

"That iz not my fault!"

The girls turned to see Arthur and Francis bickering in the middle of the dance floor. Matthew sat in a chair only a few feet away from them.

"Yo dudes!" Alfred said, crossing the room to stand in-between them. "So not cool! This is not the place for this!"

Arthur ungritted his teeth, but would not unclench his fists. He was still pissed from Francis' earlier comment.

"What is going on here!" Elizabeth asked coming up next to her husband, her hands on her hips.

"I simply said, zat I vont mor time wiv Matthew," Francis said. "He iz my son."

"You gave up on Matthew a long time ago Francis," Elizabeth retorted. "After you found out how much work he would be, you threw him aside."

"But he iz my son!"

"I am his father," Arthur said. "More so than you ever have been."

Francis was fuming. "We'll zee about zat!"

He stormed from the room and the room went quiet. Elizabeth walked over to Matthew, who was actually crying after the whole thing. She stroked his hair as he buried his face into her dress. She turned to look at Arthur, a sad expression plastered on her face.

Arthur's face didn't lose its anger as he answered his wife's unasked question.

"He won't touch Matthew," he said huskily. "Matthew decided a long time ago that he wanted nothing to do with Francis. I promised Matthew to keep him safe, and I will not go back on it now."

Arthur left the room, everyone watching him go. Alfred laced his arm around Kelly's waist, placed his head on hers and sighed.

Drama. Drama. Drama.