Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do own the original character Elizabeth; and my friend, undead angel92, owns the original character Kelly.

Author's Note: So I've been putting this chapter off, but now it's done. Most of it was outlined by undead angel92, but I translated it into an actual story format. So I give her the credit for the Kelly parts. I couldn't have written this chapter without her, because I didn't know what she wanted me to write about. =/ So here it is. lol

Our Hetalia Days

Chapter 3- So Who Asked First?

A few months after the custody battle over Matthew, there was a different problem that arose.

The country of Italy had been charged with some unknown charge. As soon as possible, Alfred and Arthur had taken Feliciano, the leader of the northern part of Italy, prisoner.

He was placed in jail in England until they could figure out what was going on. Each member of the Kirkland family was to take turns looking after their new prisoner. After drawing straws, Kelly was the first one to take guard duty.

Kelly sat in the jail, right outside of Feliciano's cell. She had been monitoring him for almost 2 hours, but they hadn't spoken a word to each other. Feliciano had been changing positions and sighing, causing Kelly to get a little annoyed. Finally, he just opened his mouth and asked a question.

"So what's your name cute girl?" he asked as he sat up on his cell bed.

She turned and raised an eyebrow. "My name is Kelly, what is yours?"

"My name is Feliciano Vargas! I take care of the Northern part of Italy," he said happily. "That's what got me the nickname Italiano Veneziano."

"Just North Italy?" Kelly asked. "Then who is South Italy?"

"That's my brother Romano!" Feliciano said. "His real name is Lovino, but we call him Romano. He and I make up all of Italy! We both like pasta, pizza, and cute girls!" His facial expression and voice changed. "But he hates Germany…I don't know why…"

Kelly giggled from his sudden change of emotion. "For a prisoner you sure are friendly."

"I get captured a lot…" he responded.

Kelly turned around and rested her head on one of the metal bars. "Why is someone as nice as you in the Axis?"

Feliciano got up and reached for the stool in his cell. "Because Ludwig is my best friend and I promised to back him up no matter what!" he said as he put down the stool next to the bars and sat down. "Kiku and I are just becoming friends, but that's okay! But he doesn't like it when I hug him the way that I hug Ludwig…" He was lost in thought for a few seconds, before he shook it off and looked over at Kelly. "So, what is a pretty girl like you doing guarding a jail cell?"

"I'm helping out because my husband is here," Kelly answered.

"Who is your husband?" Feliciano asked, disappointment deep in his voice.

Kelly sat up and smiled at him. "Alfred Jones," she replied. "He takes care of the United States of America."

The Italian went into a state of shock, complete with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "HOW DID A NICE, PRETTY GIRL LIKE YOU END UP WITH HIM?"

The blonde girl blinked a few times to help collect her thoughts and brush away her own shock. When she regained her composure, she answered him in an even voice. "Well, it's a long story," she said. "And after that reaction, I don't know if I want to tell you."

Feliciano scooted up to the bars and gave her a stare down. "Pleeeeeeeease? I'm curious about how you got together with America."

"Alfred," Kelly told him in a monotone voice. He bowed his head and nodded that he understood her correction. Then he looked up at her with big, puppy dog eyes.

"PLEASE? I love stories," he whined.

'Why the damn puppy dog eyes…' Kelly thought. 'Stupid cutesy weakness.'

"Okay okay," she said, raising her hands in front of her to signal defeat. "Since you asked very nicely, I'll tell you."

Feli bounced up and down on his stool. "Yay! Story time, story time!" he chanted.

Kelly giggled. "Well," she prompted, and he stopped bouncing to listen intently from inside his jail cell. "Me and Al met when we were kids. I would go over to his house and play with him and his brother Matthew. Matt, Al, and I would play all the time, we were too young and didn't care about war or colonies. Hell, we were too young to even know what they were!" She laughed. "We'd spend as much time together as we could, seeing that I had to travel with my parents back to the Americas every so often. Now, when me and the guys became teenagers…"

"Kelly," the Italian interjected. "Why did you go back and forth between countries at such a young age?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't tell you about my family. My mother is half Native American and half English, and my father is English. When my mother got homesick, we'd travel back to her homeland. We went back and forth a lot. My father became a Canadian settler, so that made it easier to travel."

"So you're...Canadian American?"

"Exactly," she answered.

"What about Amer-Alfred and Matthew?" he said questioned. "Where are they from?"

"You don't know?" she asked in response. He shook his head no.

"Well then. Okay, so Alfred's dad is Arthur Kirkland, who you probably call England." Feliciano shook from the chills of hearing his name. "And Matthew's father is Francis."

"Big brother France!" Feliciano said happily.

Kelly giggled again. "But they have the same mother. Her name is Elizabeth. The two of us are really good friends now that I'm older. She and I have always had a bond…" She trailed off and smiled. Feliciano tilted his head to one side in confusion. Kelly pulled herself away from her thoughts. "…but back to the story at hand!" she giggled.

"When we became teenagers, Matthew's father handed over custody of him over to Arthur…" Feliciano shivered a bit. "…and so Arthur's two sons became England's new colonies in the New World. During those times, we grew closer, and I found myself falling in love with both of the boys.

"I didn't know who to choose, who to pick to be my husband and not just my brother. Alfred was so adventurous and free, he always saw the bright side of things and always had a smile on his face; but he is a spaz sometimes and was a jerk to others from time to time. And Matthew was so soft and kind; whenever I was sad, he'd always try to cheer me up. The two of us were inseparable, but he never speaks up for himself and is so shy. So I made the decision that whoever asked me to marry him first that I'd do it. I just couldn't choose between them."

"Alfred asked first?"

"Yep," Kelly said with a smile. "I was on a summer day. He was 21 and I was 19."

"Awwww," Feliciano gushed. "So are those actual years or years since he claimed independence?"

"Since independence," she answered; and without missing a beat. "We had a simple wedding. We didn't have a lot of guests, because it was during a difficult time when we got married…"

He looked at her with some concern. "Want to talk about it?"

"Perhaps another time and place Feli," she said with a small smile. "Perhaps when you're not in a cell and there isn't a war between our governments."

Feliciano smiled back. "Yeah, I can't wait for that to happen," the Italian responded. "So why do you think Cana-Matthew didn't ask first? I prefer him to Alfred…"

Kelly moved her left hand to her chin and began to think. "I honestly don't know, but hey; Al's a nice guy Feli. You just gotta get to know him."

The two looked up as they heard the door into the jail open and close. Matthew walked up to Kelly, a small smile on his face.

"Hey Kel," he said in his gaspy voice. "I'm here to give you a break from guard duty."

Kelly got up and gave him a hug. "Thanks Matti. Be nice to Feliciano," she teased. "He's actually very nice."

"Okay," he said with a small chuckle. Kelly waved goodbye and left through the same door that Matthew had entered through.

Matthew didn't like awkward silences, so he decided to start a conversation. "So…what's up? What did you two talk about?"

"A lot of things! Like Pasta!" Feliciano answered loudly, freaking Matthew out a little bit. "Hey Matthew?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Why don't you have any balls?" Feliciano asked bluntly.

Matthew's face lost all color, his eyes grew wide, and his mouth dropped open. "EEEHHHHHH?"

A few hours later, Elizabeth came to relieve Matthew from his duties to find her son beet red and shaking. Before she could even say anything, he had mumbled "Bye" and had dashed out through the door. Elizabeth was confused, she turned and looked at Feliciano.

"What did you do to my boy, Italian?" she asked with an angry mom tone of voice.

Feliciano was not expecting to hear her talk, let alone hear her so angry. He knew that she was Arthur's wife, and he was terrified that she would be just like him. He scrambled to get more distance between them as she stood outside of the bars. The Italian fell off the back of his stool and onto his ass.

Elizabeth stifled a giggle upon seeing him fall, but was concerned when he started to cry.

"Are you really upset? You can't possibly be hurt," she said bluntly from outside of the cell.

"My butt huuuuuuurtsss!" Feliciano cried. "I j-just asked Matthew w-why he doesn't have any balls!"

"And why did you ask that!" Elizabeth answered angrily.

"B-because Kelly told me that he wouldn't ask her to m-marry him," the Italian whined.

Elizabeth's face went from angry, to one of understanding. Feliciano was just being curious, but Matthew was shy about something so personal…and about the Italian's poor choice of words.

The Brit looked through the bars at the bawling man. "What did Mattie tell you?" she asked curiously.

"H-he just told me that he didn't want to answer the question," Feliciano answered. "Then he just s-sat there for the rest of the time. I tried to ask him again, but he just didn't say anything."

Elizabeth nodded and reached into her pocket for the cell keys. She was going to go in and make sure the man was okay. She had learned from her husband and son that he was a bit of a pansy, so she wanted to make sure that he really didn't hurt himself.

"That's okay," she told the Italian. "He's just really shy. He doesn't like to talk about himself much."

Feliciano had stopped crying and nodded to show that he was listening. As soon as she had unlocked the door though, he freaked out. Scooting backwards, he hit his head on the edge of his hard, hanging bed.

"Owwwwwwww!" he screamed. He grabbed his head and curled into a little ball on the floor. Tears stung his eyes as he started to roll around on the floor.

Elizabeth's mothering instincts took over. She closed the cell door behind her and rushed over to him. She stopped him from rolling and looked down at him with a concerned face.

"Are you okay?" she asked sweetly. Feliciano realized at once that Elizabeth wasn't like her husband, that she was actually very nice. He liked her at once.

But his head still hurt. "Nooo," he moaned softly, tears running down his cheeks.

Elizabeth reached over and wiped them from his face. "What's your name Italian?" she asked softly.

"Feliciano," he answered through his tightened throat. "Feliciano Vargas."

"Well, I'm Elizabeth Kirkland; but if Kelly told you about her past, you would know that," she said with a smile. She helped him sit up as he continued to rub his head. "Let me see," she said. He moved his hands and she carefully checked for a bump. Feliciano was surprised by her soft touches. "Well, it seems you have a small bump forming on the back of your head. But that's okay." She brought his head over to her face and kissed where the bump was starting to form. "I'll take care of it."

Feliciano went from really sad to kinda happy and threw himself into her lap; his arms around her waist, face in her stomach, and his legs still crossed in front of her legs.

"I like you," he said. "Please be my mother."

Elizabeth was shocked, but smiled. She had heard of his past before, so she wasn't really surprised too much by his request.

"I can't be your mother," she answered. "But you can be my pet while you are here. It'll be better than being Arthur's prisoner."

Feliciano just made two yapping sounds that caused Elizabeth to go into a fit of giggles.