Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do own the original character Elizabeth; and my friend owns the original character Kelly.

Our Hetalia Days

Chapter 2- Who's Your Daddy?

Elizabeth walked into the den. She snickered and covered her mouth when she saw Alfred sleeping on the Victorian style couch. He had his head over the hand rest, his mouth gaping open. His tuxedo jacket lay forgotten on the floor, and his shirt was untucked. His left arm draped from the couch towards the floor and his right hand rested on his exposed stomach. His shoes were mostly off, holding on by only the top of his feet.

Kelly walked up behind Elizabeth and saw her husband. She buried her face into Elizabeth's shoulder, trying not to laugh. Elizabeth shushed her and walked across the hallway to the kitchen. Returning, she held in her hands a bowl of cold water and a pie. Kelly giggled. She knew what was going to happen.

Elizabeth placed the pie on the floor, and set her son's hand in the water. The cold water soon made Alfred shake. Suppressing a giggle, she put more of his hand into the water. When she heard him groan like he was waking up she moved out of the way with the bowl. He didn't open his eyes; he just rolled over and landed face first into the pie.

Kelly lost it, and started laughing hysterically. Elizabeth couldn't help herself and began to laugh too. Arthur, who was on his way to the kitchen for breakfast, was shocked to see his son's face rising from the whipped cream.

He held in his chuckle as he came up behind his wife and took the bowl from her. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and buried his nose into her neck.

"You are such a trickster," he chuckled. Elizabeth just laughed.

Alfred sat up, crossing his legs. "Really…?" he asked through the whipped cream. "Was this necessary?"

Arthur chuckled again. "Chocolate crème; good choice, Love."

Alfred made the best mad face he could. He slowly got up off the floor, trying not to fall over. He carefully stepped over the pie pan and went straight for his giggling wife. He pinned her to the door frame, looking down at her with cloudy eyes.

"You think this is funny?" he asked huskily, as he dropped his face to be even with hers. "Do ya…?"

"Just a little," she giggled. He pressed his lips to hers, covering her nose and cheeks in whipped cream. When he moved away, he stalked off to the bathroom to wash his face.

Kelly still couldn't stop giggling as she wiped off her face with her hand. "So not cool."

Elizabeth and Arthur just laughed.

Later that day, the two couples and Matthew sat in the den to discuss what to do about Francis. Elizabeth had received a telegram that morning from her lawyer about the fact that Francis was serious about getting Matthew.

To other people, custody over a grown man sounds stupid and not possible. To the Kirklands, this was war.

Matthew sat between Kelly and Elizabeth on the couch, with Arthur and Alfred sitting across from them on the other couch. Arthur and Alfred were reviewing the old custody paperwork.

"See! This says right here that he signed over custody!" Alfred said, pointing to a clause in the document he was holding.

"But this one clearly states that Francis never signed over his rights," Arthur responded, handing Alfred another document. "It means he still has parental rights to Matthew."

That's not what Matthew wanted to hear. The usually cheerful young man buried his face into his mother's shoulder. She held onto his hand and kissed his head. Kelly reached over and patted his head.

"What are we going to do Arthur?" Elizabeth asked. She was holding back her own tears. She knew that Francis had never signed over his rights, but she didn't think he would ever demand to have Matthew back.

Francis had once been a good Father to Matthew. He made sure to help fund Matthew's new ideas and traded goods with him when he was starting out. But slowly, he started to withdraw from Matthew. Elizabeth had become angry and demanded Francis sign away custody so Arthur could become Matthew's guardian. Arthur had always been there for Matthew, having been there from the start. When the paperwork was done, Francis had fuzzed out, never asking about Matthew again.

But now suddenly he wanted Matthew back. What was his reasoning?

"Maybe he wants Matthew's money," Kelly suggested. "Or to take over his government."

"Could be…" Arthur said. "It can't be that he finally feels bad about what he did."

"Land."

Everyone looked up at Elizabeth, who was staring at Matthew's hand as she rubbed her thumb over the back of it.

"What Liz?" Arthur asked.

"His land," she said again. "Francis wants Canada to start making a real "New France", because he wants to have more power."

"Where did you hear this?" Alfred asked her.

"During the party," she mumbled. "I passed by the table he was sitting at with Yao. They were talking about it."

"Yao…that makes sense," Arthur said as he began to think again. "Alright, so let's call Ben back and tell him that we're going through with all of this. If we can get Francis to sign over his rights, then there won't be any more problems."

The room nodded in a collective agreement. Matthew needed to be free of Francis; that was for sure.

Two months had passed. The custody battle was in full swing and Arthur was starting to get really stressed out. Elizabeth spent most of her time with Matthew so that she could keep from crying and screaming. And Alfred and Kelly had been taking care of phone calls between the Kirklands and their lawyer Ben.

Even though they had brought forth the biggest pieces of evidence against Francis, the judge always adjourned and scheduled another date to continue. It was hard for the family to deal with; especially when Francis not only lied in court, but flirted with his female lawyer in the middle of the hearing. They just didn't understand how the judge couldn't see how unfit he really was.

The biggest issue the family was going through was how to convince the court that Francis just wanted Matthew so he could gain more territory, instead of actually taking care of him. Matthew needed someone to support him, so he knew that he wasn't worthless. He lost confidence in himself all the time, and his mother and Arthur had always been there to help him get back to himself. Even Alfred had stepped in and helped his brother out when it came to a confidence boost. He didn't always do a good job, but it always made Matthew feel better.

Francis didn't know how to take care of Matthew, how to make sure he didn't go crazy; but this didn't seem to matter.

"If Francis is just in this custody battle to gain land, he won't care if Matthew feels good about himself or not," Elizabeth told everyone one Wednesday afternoon.

"He's not going to care," Kelly said as she moved from her place at the window to the seat next to Elizabeth. "If anything, having Matthew feel like crap is probably what he wants. That way he has more control."

"Exactly," Arthur commented as he paced the length of the den. "If I could just find the right evidence to back this up…"

The four sat in silence and pondered. They had been to court a handful of times since this had started, and the judge still couldn't decide what to do. If they could come up with one solid piece of evidence that would sway him, he may just end the case by denying Francis any parental rights.

But what? What could they use against him?

They all knew he had been a terrible father….but the judge had heard that already; and Francis countered by telling him that he had gotten busy in his own country's problems, that he couldn't travel to England as much as he wanted to.

They knew that he was too laid back to care about what he did wrong…but he covered that up by saying "I'm French," and the judge waved it off.

They all knew that he partied a lot and had a lot of lovers…but he got away with that by getting a woman he had slept with many times, lie for him on the stand.

They all knew that he liked to brag about his plans to do terrible things, and about all the things he really wanted to do to everyone's countries but….

Wait…

"Wait!" Alfred suddenly said, jumping out of the seat. "The party! Didn't Mom say that she heard Francis talking to Yao at the party!"

Arthur stopped short, his eyes wide. The women were frozen and Kelly's mouth turned into an opened mouth smile as she stood up herself.

"She did; SHE DID!" she said happily, bouncing up and down. "If we could get Yao to testify for us…"

"Then the judge will deny Francis custody and maybe even make him sign over his rights!" Alfred finished loudly.

Arthur had been holding his breath, and he let it out as his gasped, "Brilliant." He regained his composure by taking a few breaths and blinking his eyes a few times. "Alfred, call Yao. Tell him what's going on," the Brit said. "Don't piss him off. He's our only hope."

Alfred left the room in a rush as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Arthur quickly pulled out his own cell and hit Ben's speed dial as he left the room as well.

Elizabeth was still in shock, but she got herself to smile. Kelly looked down at her and she smiled up at her friend.

"This just may work," she said breathily. "My Mattie may be safe after all!"

Kelly sat back down on the couch and pulled the British woman into a hug. Things were going to be okay after all.

Things didn't go as planned at first. Yao wasn't ready to talk, claiming at first that he didn't know anything about Francis' plan to take custody of Matthew. But after a lot of negotiating…(and Alfred promising not to make fun of him for his accent or culture for an entire year)…he finally agreed to take the stand for the Kirklands.

Francis was livid when Yao walked in the courtroom, shooting a terribly dirty look at Alfred and Arthur. Elizabeth and Kelly held each other's hands as they sat behind their husbands in the pew.

After he took his oath, Yao gave his testimony about how Francis had told him that he wanted more land, more global power; and how much he loathed the Kirklands for not allowing Matthew to visit him in France when he was little. He also told the judge about Francis' terrible plan to kidnap Matthew and force the young man to sign over his country's land over to him.

The judge was emotionless as he processed the information. As Yao left the stand, he looked from Matthew, who was pretty scared that the judge would sign him over to his father, and to Francis, who still looked pissed from Yao taking the stand.

"Well then," the judge said. "I think I've reached my decision."

The whole courtroom held their breath.

"I don't see why Mr. Williams should be under Mr. Bonnefoy's care," he stated. "He is perfectly well cared for by his mother and her husband. He also takes good care of himself. Not only that, but Mr. Bonnefoy has done little to show that he's a suitable parent. If anything, he has proven that he is an unfit parent by his past and present actions. In and out of this courtroom." He glared at Francis, who entered a state of shock.

"I hearby deny Mr. Francis Bonnefoy legal custody of Matthew Williams," the judge said as he raised his gavel. "And furthermore, I hearby demand that Mr. Bonnefoy relinquish his parental rights, on the grounds that he is an unfit father for his son." He hit the gavel on his desk. "Case dismissed."

The whole family cheered and hugs began to fill the courtroom. Alfred swung his arm around his brother's shoulders and gave him a noogie in celebration. The boys laughed and hugged as tears formed in Matthew's eyes. The bailiff opened the gate and Elizabeth made her way to hug Matthew, as Arthur shook Ben's hand and thanked him over and over again.

A few weeks later, after Francis had legally signed away all parental rights of Matthew, Arthur signed papers that made him legally Matthew's father. The family celebrated with a big party at the Kirkland Estate. All was right with the world again.

Or was it?

Author's Note: Okay, so this chapter took forever to write. I'm sorry about that. Writer's block isn't fun. lol