Hello again readers! I hope you all like this little chapter I have for you this week. That's about all I have to say.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any media that inspired this story.

The next day all three boys were excited, as silly as camping in a tree house seemed it was something that Matthew, Alfred, and Francis had wanted to do for a long time. To add to their excitement was the arrival of their friends from Germany. Matthew smiled; glad that his friends would get to share in this experience. He knew that Gilbert would dub the tree house sleep over 'awesome' as it is his way of showing enjoyment. He also hoped that the younger German would also have fun. He continued to muse to himself as he played with a stuffed bear of his. As this was going on Alfred and Francis were bringing the things they would need for the night Matthew was waiting for the other two to arrive. He played with his bear, animated courtesy of his aunt. He mused about the many escapades the Bad Company Club had been in during the brief time he had been a part of it, such as the Great Campus Chase of 2010, the Epic Food Fights and other such events that he didn't think about in great detail. Not more than a few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Matthew went to go answer the door as Francis rushed inside to greet his friend. Both boys answered the door and both Beilschmidt brothers were standing there.

"Hello! Welcome to my cousin's house!" Francis practically yelled at the older brother. Gilbert stared at his friend with an irritated expression, then wordlessly entered the house. He found the nearest couch and flopped on it face first.

"Give us an hour or two…. the flight was exhausting…" Gilbert said after pulling his face out of the cushions. It didn't take long for the two of them to fall asleep.

Several hours later, Gilbert and Ludwig were awake and ready for their night in the tree house. Both of them helped finish setting up for the night.

"Who built this for you? It's a fucking tree mansion!" exclaimed Gilbert once he took a look around the structure.

"My mom's brother built it for us when we were little," Matthew explained, "We really wanted one and he likes to build so it made sense."

"Yeah dudes, we are gonna have a fantastic time tonight!" Alfred yelled. Ludwig looked at the American with a typical seriousness.

"What other strange things do you have planned for us to do while we are here?"

"We are going on a camping trip after everyone's here and on the same clock." said Matthew. Ludwig nodded and Gilbert grinned.

"That sounds like an awesome idea!"

Francis rolled his eyes, "Of course you would think it is awesome, you like things like camping."

"Heh, maybe you should suck it up and deal with it. It's not our fault if you can't keep up with the rest of the group." Gilbert's comments incited an argument among the two elder boys as the younger ones stared in disbelief. Once they settled down they all got comfortable to tell stories before they went to bed.

"I have a story, it's part of the mythology associated with Gifted people." Gilbert said with a smirk as he began the story.

Once, a very long time ago, there was a powerful entity that referred to herself only as the Goddess. She looked down upon mankind and saw that they were clever creatures, but were limited by the bodies they were born with. She decided to go down to Earth and find the cleverest people who were the most disadvantaged to give them the gift of Magic. These humans were pleased with their new abilities, and began to discover ways they could make their lives better. In recognition of what the Goddess did for them, they began referring to themselves as the Gifted. The Goddess was pleased with the progress the people were making with magic and gave them instruction in very advanced magic. Unfortunately people who weren't given magic felt threatened by their neighbors, and decided that they must put an end to the Gifted people. One by one, users of Magic who were not very proficient in the art were rounded up and killed. Others were able to find ways to fight back, often choosing to specialize on a certain kind of Magic to keep their attackers away. This specialization came at a cost though, as these people lost the ability to do other kinds of magic. Only a very small number of Magic users were strong enough in many kinds of magic to protect themselves from the greater numbers of people who were not Gifted. In spite of all this, the Gifted people went into hiding refusing to show their powers in fear of what others would do to them. The Goddess was furious, she came to see her chosen people as her children and would not stand by and allow the humans to rule her chosen. She had to bide her time, there were too few Gifted in the world to take her revenge right away. She also refused to give her power to those who shunned those superior to them. It is said that the Goddess will return to Earth, in a time where the numbers of the Gifted are many and the humans were weak to place her children in their rightful place as the rulers of the world.

Matthew and Alfred hung on to the older boy's every word, they had never heard this story before and to them it was gripping. Once Gilbert had finished Alfred found himself unable to resist the urge to ask questions about it.

"Is that a real story?"

"It depends on who you're asking, this is considered to be true by many Gifted people. I personally think it's highly unlikely." Gilbert said, "I only know the story because my mother used to tell it as a bedtime story."

The boys continued their conversation late into the night, eventually falling fast asleep.

Well, here's another chapter as promised. I hope you all liked Gilbert's story, it felt fitting to me. Also know that when there's a big story in a story the italics does not signify a language besides English being used. I just did that to differentiate between the author's notes and something in the story. As always, I ask that you take the time to review as I love hearing from my readers. Until next week!