Hetalia isn't mine

Anna was now in the backseat of her father's Altima, next to her boss.

It had been awkward, when early that morning, she'd heard her father's alarm go off, over and over again. She'd gone in to wake him up, knocking quickly, before coming in as she always did, but stopped short. There in her father's bedroom, in his bed, was Arthur, reaching over and slamming the alarm clock over and over again.

"Dammit, Alfred, how do you turn this damn thing…" Arthur, who was obviously at least half naked by what Anna could see, turned to meet her shocked gaze. Her mouth was wide open, and they just sat and starred at each other for a while. Then, her father walked out of the Master bath, in just a towel, wrapped around his waist. "Just give it to me, Iggy. I forgot to turn it off when I went to take my shower." She watched silently as her father walked out and took the alarm clock from a frozen Brit and turned the alarm off. As he turned, he caught sight of Anna, and then of Arthur's face. "Oh…um…Anna, this isn't what you think it is…"

"You slept with Mr. Kirkland?" Her voice was a shocked monotone.

"Well, um, yes, then, this is exactly what it looks like!" He laughed nervously. "I'm gonna go get dressed." He quickly scuttled back into the bathroom.

"I'll go make breakfast, I guess. The Frenchman is up."

She started to exit when she heard her father calling after her to get ready, because they were going to the meeting.

Sitting at the breakfast table, Anna simply starred at the bowl of whatever before her. Then, she watched as her father and her boss came down the stairs, stopping halfway down for Arthur to fix Alfred's tie, then kiss him gently on the nose. She watched as her father smiled, genuinely, one of the few real times he'd ever done that. Was this more than an infatuation or a one night stand?

Something dawned on her. She pulled out the chain around her neck and unclasped it. She then reread the inscription on the inside of the ring. AK. Arthur Kirkland! So Arthur was the one her father had been talking about all those years?

"Ma petite, what are you holding there?" She remembered the French man across the table, and handed over the ring.

"Ah, This is Alfred's ring, I'd remember this anywhere! He asked me for help in picking it out to propose to Arthur all those years ago. Alfred, he really has been hiding out here all these years. We'd all thought him dead."

"Can you tell me more about his past?"

"Sure, sure. You are going to the meeting, yes? Well, there, you'll get to meet his twin, Matthew. They were always very close, playing hockey and such…Mathieu, sweet little Mathieu…" Arthur and Alfred finally walked in, and Anna looked up at them.

"You have a brother, a twin? I have an uncle?" Alfred grinned sheepishly, and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Alfred, you haven't told your daughter anything! Does she know…?" Arthur shot him a look.

"Know what, Artie?"

"Godammit, Alfred, she walked in to your bedroom this morning to find the both of us in there, and you haven't told her anything about any of us? Does anyone have the full story of ANYTHING?"

"Shhh, fine, you want to know things? Sit down, and I'll tell you, ok? Geez, don't get your panties in a wad, old man!" Arthur's glare made Anna and France flinch, but Alfred had immunity to it.

He'd known this was coming. Anna had been patiently confused for the past couple days, and Arthur had a right to know. So he told his story from when he got off the plane that first day of his new life after he was freed from the POW camp. Anna nodded, much of this fitting in with what she'd known. Arthur and France listened intently. Arthur eventually lost his annoyed glare and put a reassuring hand on Alfred's knee. Then, Alfred mentioned his brief dating life.

"Who's Terry?" Alfred embarrassedly laughed.

"She was…um…a moment of mid life crisis where I believed that I was never going to get you back, so I was going to find someone to live with for the next 60 or so years until they died."

"How can you be so sure they'd die first, because 60 years from now, you'll be 95, or something, and most people don't live that long." Anna looked at her father, puzzled. Francis across the table was trying to swallow his breakfast, having choked on a chunk of egg as it was going down.

"Mon cher, she seems to think that you are human." Francis shot her father a surprised look across the table.

"ALFRED! Have you told your daughter anything? When were you planning on broaching the subject of age? Won't she think it weird, if twenty years from now, she looks old enough to be your mother, and you haven't aged a day?"

Anna was beyond confused by this point. "What about my age? Dad, I was worried about both you and Arthur last night, this morning I found myself in a most awkward situation, and right now, I don't now what the HELL is going on! What did the frenchy mean by me thinking you human, or Mr. Kirkland talking about the "age subject"?" She air quoted with her hands, for once pushing her father for answers.

Alfred simply sighed. "Why don't we talk about this in the car on the way to the meeting we'll soon be late to."

That was how she found herself in the back seat of the Altima, next to her boss.

"You're a country? Dad, I'm sorry, but that's a tad…"

"Why do you think a young kid was able to adopt, has a huge house in the middle of nowhere, speaks fluent Russian, French, and Spanish, doesn't have to file taxes…"

"You speak Russian? Mon cher, I knew you secretly knew French, and Spanish isn't a surprise, but Russian?" "France" was in the front seat, having claimed that "England" had gotten shot-gun last night, much to the Brit's displeasure.

"Espionage. Anyway, that is why the delegates at this meeting never change, and my brother is the representative of Canada."

"Fine, fine, whatever you say, America, but I'll believe it when I see it." Anna wasn't going to believe this crap. This idea was too ridiculous, impossible. Her father was going to have to proven this one.

They pulled up the the UN building twenty minutes later, and Anna never expected to have it proven so many times.

Author's note:

I'm gonna post this fast, as for the last thirty minutes we've had a severe tornado warning, but it just got downgraded, so I'm going to bed on the 2nd floor (?). The power might not last much longer.

Fun Fact: The free appetizer at fancy restaurants is called Amusement bouche (sorry if the spelling is wrong, it is the first thing that came to mind), or the 'amusement of the mouth'.

Sorry this was all I could post, swiss friends here.