Hello my lovely people, I'm back with another chapter in this amusing to write fanfiction. If you want to learn a bit more about this series go to my deviantART page and look in my journal. You'll also learn about how I'm bad at keeping with a timetable. Now that the silly self-advertisement is done please enjoy this chapter. Also please review, I really like getting reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any media that inspired this story.

Edit: I started writing this chapter early in 2012, sorry for being gone for about a year. I'm back now.

Francis was spending time in Matthew's tree house cleaning it out. The small structure held many fond memories for the Frenchman, particularly from the first time he met his younger cousins. Over the years the tree house was used less and less by the boys and this made him somewhat sad. He recalled how this small structure was their home during the waking hours of the summer, the only place where they didn't have to be afraid of being judged for what they could do. As he sat there in his musings the elder of his two cousins entered from the hole in the floor.

"Hey Francis, what are you doing up here by yourself?" He asked in his typical happy-go-lucky fashion.

"I was just cleaning up a bit and remembering how we used to enjoy spending so much time here. It feels so long ago even though it's only been a few years." Francis replied with a chuckle. Alfred shrugged, it seemed a little odd to get sentimental since it was only four years ago that they used to play together in this place. He shrugged, deciding that it probably had more to do with Francis' age compared to them and that it didn't hurt to agree for talking's sake.

"Yeah, I think I get what you mean. This was like our super-secret base, since we all basically have super powers it makes me think we're in the Justice League or something like that."

"Always with the cartoons and comic's with you isn't it? Ah well, remember how we desperately wanted to spend the night up here but Aunt Jane would not let us?"

"Yeah! Mom was always worried that we might fall down or something." Alfred said in a tone of realization. He then looked somewhat thoughtful. "I wonder if she'd still have a problem with it."

"Why don't we go and ask her again? I think that we could actually convince her to let us spend the night in the tree house."

"That sounds like an awesome idea! Let's go get Mattie and ask right now!" Alfred exclaimed. The two boys went and found the youngest one to tell him their great idea.

"So you really want to sleep up there?" Matthew asked.

"I'd think that was obvious." said Francis with a smirk. Sometimes he wondered where Matthew's sense of adventure went when the topic isn't conventional outdoor activities. "I thought you would be really excited to try and do this, it's something we always wanted to do."

"Don't you think we should maybe not stay up all night tonight?" Matthew asked.

"Why not?" Alfred responded. Matthew sighed, it seemed that his older brother had forgotten.

"Gilbert and Ludwig are supposed to arrive tomorrow. We can't exactly greet them if we're sleeping in and aren't even in the house." Francis nodded, noting Matthew's point. It seemed that their excitement and nostalgia caused them to forget that the first guests would be there soon.

"Why don't we ask if we could spend the night in the tree house tomorrow night? That way we don't have to worry about letting our friends in." Francis suggested.

Matthew smiled, "Works for me. Let's go make sure that this is ok with mom before anything else." The boys then went to get permission for their tree house slumber party.

Well guys, this is a bit of a shorty but I feel good enough about it. I'm really happy to be back in the groove of things and I'm incredibly pleased that I got some immediate enthusiasm when I posted the Author note saying that this story was going off hiatus. I love it when I hear from you readers and I hope that I can continue to present something that is entertaining.