Hetalia isn't mine, but Anna is.
After Germany finally got everyone to quiet down, Alfred sat back down with his brother gripping his hand tightly.
Everyone was starring at him during the rest of the meeting instead of paying attention, to the point where Germany finally adjourned the meeting for an hour, and everyone went to for lunch.
Alfred got up and was immediately swarmed by people asking him questions, losing his brother, but he shouldered his way out, finding Anna in the hallway, and taking her hand, and waiting for Canada to work his way out, along with Arthur.
He got down to the cafeteria, and sat down at one of the tables, Canada on his left, Anna on his right, Arthur across from him, and Russia and France sitting at opposing ends. Everyone else filled in other tables surrounding theirs. He had conversation with the few surrounding him, including Japan, who seemed very happy to see him, and was sitting next to Anna. He felt Russia's amused eyes on him the whole time, and the man had struck up a conversation with Anna, speaking across the table in fast paced Russian.
"So, America is your father, da? I always thought he was loyal to England, but he's proved me wrong. You don't look much like your father, though. If you did, you'd be fat, and not as pretty. Good Russian blood." He sent her a creepy smile that made Alfred want to bash his smug little face in.
Anna was completely flustered.
"Excuse me sir, but I think you are horribly mistaken! I…"
"Hey, I am SO not fat! And she would be just as pretty if she looked like me!" Alfred wanted to kill this Russian bastard, for many reasons.
1. Suggesting he was unfaithful to England, seeing as Anna would have been born before he'd gotten captured.
2. Touching his brother.
3. HITTING HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A FRICKING CHAIR!
And he wasn't fat…
"Mr.…erm, Russia, you are also mistaken in the fact that Alfred isn't my biological father. He adopted me when I was six, and taught me English after my parents died in a car crash."
Canada ignored the whole episode, and was simply starring at Alfred. Alfred turned and met his gaze.
"Alfred, where have you been hiding all these years? Why did you let us all believe you were dead?"
"Mattie, when I finally was released from that POW camp, and was flown back to the states, I…I was lied to and given the dog tags Artie had been holding onto as proof that he didn't love me anymore. Then the man told me that they called you, and you had told them that it would be best if…I didn't come back; that I wasn't missed, and things were finally getting done without me. And I believed them, the idiot I was. But I'm not leaving again, never. After the meeting is over this week, Arthur and I are going over to the Witness Protection Agency and getting this sorted out, and that guy fired, if he hasn't been already." Alfred noticed, that while he was talking, people were eavesdropping all around the cafeteria, listening to why Alfred had never come back. "I decidedly, after about a year or two, settled down and adopted Anna. We now live in a large mansion about an hour away. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight with Anna, Arthur and I?"
He smiled down at his brother, who was recovering finally from the shock of his twin coming back from the dead. "Yeah, s-sure. Yes, I'd love to have dinner with you guys!" He looked over at Anna. "I don't think we've had proper introductions." Alfred nodded, and stood up, pushing Anna next to Canada, then sitting back down in Anna's seat.
"Canada, Anna Moore. Anna, Uncle Mattie." Alfred did the classic intro, then turned to speak with Japan about coming to dinner also.
"Hello, Mr. Canada, erm, Uncle Matthew." She awkwardly shook his hand.
"Uncle Mattie is fine, seeing as your father forgets my name any other way. It's really great meeting you! I've never been an uncle!"
"I've never had any real family besides my parents and my dad, so, you're my only uncle!"
"Well, technically, you have an uncle France, an uncle Arthur, and my partner, Ivan, would be a step-uncle." Matthew looked over at the Russian who was patting Latvia on the head rather harshly. "VANYA! DON'T DO THAT TO LATVIA!"
"Wait, France and Mr. Kirkland are my dad's brothers? But Dad is dating Arthur. And he tried to choke Francis!" Canada looked back from his scolding of an amused Ivan to his niece.
"They aren't related by blood. You know that we're countries, am I right?"
"Yeah, but I didn't believe my father until now."
"England and France were big brothers to your father and me. When France gave me up, I went to live with Alfred and England, and then just England after the whole revolutionary war deal."
"Wait, you mean, US history, that all happened to dad? The revolution?" Arthur had finally started to listen into their conversation from across the table.
"The revolution was a horrible incident that was both America's and my fault, which led to us not speaking for a hundred years. End of discussion."
"Hon hon, and when you guys started to talk again, it was filled with the sexual tensions! And after that second world war, oh la la! Speaking of which, you didn't spend the night in the guest bedroom, mon cher!" Arthur promptly went red in the face. Anna turned away from them to her uncle, laughing at his expression.
"So, they don't view each other as that anymore?"
"No, that was one of the reasons Alfred broke away."
USUK
They traveled in two different cars, and they pulled up to Alfred's mansion an hour after the meeting ended for the day. Everyone was sure to shake Alfred's hand as he left, causing him to be the last out of the meeting room. He was exhausted, having answered the same questions over and over.
Stepping into his house, he took notice of the car in the driveway, and Anna running down the road to meet it. Must have had a date with Marco that she had to miss due to how late the meeting lasted…
"Anna, invite Marco in!" Alfred ushered in his guests, and watched as Anna kissed Marco once quickly, then they ran hand in hand together. That's right, she went over to his house yesterday…
Once they were all around the table, and Alfred and Francis had finished cooking, (Alfred cooked up some steak and chicken, while Francis took care of everything else, including convincing Arthur to handle 'hosting', and keeping him out of the kitchen) they all sat down.
Alfred had invited Japan, Canada, who'd brought Russia, Lithuania, France, Arthur, of course, and Sealand, who needed to be babysat for Finland and Sweden, and Alfred felt Anna needed to meet her entire family, so he'd volunteered to take him along.
They had a peaceful dinner catching up with each other, and Russia and America had only fought verbally once, which Arthur quickly ended, kissing Alfred's open mouth, distracting him.
Anna now was talking with the child on the couch, who was playing his video games on a handheld device, Marco somewhere off with her Father, who was going to show him some book on whatever.
"So, my name is Anna, I'm America's daughter."
"I'm Sealand, or Peter Kirkland."
"Nice to meet you!"
Peter never looked up from his DS the whole conversation. Anna inwardly sighed. Then Peter suddenly interjected a question.
"I thought America was gay." There was a shout of "I'm really bi!" And then followed by "Oh shut up, you git, and come here." "Whoa, you should kiss me like that more often!" Anna shook her head, smiling. "How is he your father, if he's with Arthur?"
"I'm adopted." Peter's head swung up.
"So am I!" Anna looked at the boy, confused.
"Wait, isn't Arthur your broth—"
"Yeah, Jerkland is my brother, but my adopted mommy and daddy are my parents! Tino and Berwald are the best!" Oh. "Brother won't admit that I am a real country. Sealand! Acknowledge me!" He was very eager.
"Yes, I believe you, oh mighty Sealand!" She smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. He promptly went bright red. She got up and went down the hall, leaving the shocked 12 year old in his seat, the game in his lap still paused.
She was swept into an embrace. "Hopefully, you'll be giving away more of those kisses tonight." Marco kissed her on the lips, her whole body going soft. She smiled as he pulled away. "Madame, could we take a walk in the evening light?"
USUK
Alfred smiled, watching as Marco and Anna walked off in the dusk hand in hand. You go get her, Marco! Arthur came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Alfred's waist.
"When he pulled you aside earlier tonight, what did you two talk about that was so important? Some book?" Arthur asked, with a knowing smile.
"Just for a chance to expand the family and give my girl her greatest wish tonight." Alfred sighed. "They grow up fast." His face got sad.
"You're going to miss her, aren't you."
"Yes, but that wasn't what I was thinking."
"What were you thinking?"
"That it isn't right for a parent to bury their child in the long run."
"Well, make the best of the time you have, luv. And remember, fifteen years ago, I was thinking the same thing."
Author's note: k, so, um, I worked really hard on this, listening to Frank Sinatra the whole time. Oh, wait, Owl City JUST came on.
Sorry if these chapters seem too short, it's because they are usually all I can manage. SocklessxinxSeattle, my friend, told the people from Switzerland that I'm writing a story. Now whenever I go into my room, they ask me if I'm working on another "episode". My mom helped explain that it was a story written off a story without it sounding teeny-bopper, or without them wanting to read it, 'cuze they wouldn't expect gay guys finding each other in it. They rent out the lower part of their house to a gay couple. I was too young to really think about it, but the one guy wasn't all that cute, NOT LIKE THE REALLY HOT GAY GUY AT MY SCHOOL NAMED RYAN. I'VE NEVER SPOKEN TO HIM, HE'S A SENIOR. AND GAY. WHY MUST ALL THE CUTE GUYS BE GAY? :( AT LEAST they could be gay together, and in public, so I could squee about them.
REVIEWS ARE LOVE! WHEN OVER 400 people read this, and only 20 review...
And, yes, this is getting complicated. Say anything if I'm forgetting something.
And I'm sorry if you don't like RUSCAN, I put it in for some plot development (aka Chair+head= he's alive!) and it will not be that major. I tried to tone it down, getting 2 reviews against it, But my friend over my shoulder, going DID YOU PUT IT IN THERE? DID YOU READ THE LATEST CHAPTER OF GIVING IN?
"Giving In" is an amazing Ruscan fic by Artificial Starlight. Sorry for that RUSCAN RANT. I'll go away. DON'T HATE ME!
Fun Fact: According to his majesty, THE OATMEAL, Pig orgasms last over a half hour. (the oatmeal is inappropriate, but extremely amusing. Apparently, according to his quiz, I can take on 22 Biebers in a fight. He's also cute on the back of his book cover)
Ok, real Fun Fact: George Washington wasn't the first US President according to many historians. In 1781, John Hanson was elected "President of the United States Assembled" before Cornwallis surrendered. Washington wouldn't be President for a a few more years.