Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did England would have signed that damned marriage certificate

Translation note: last chapter I forgot to put this down. Nonno means granddad in Italian
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One more reflection

Ivan stared at himself in the mirror and sighed. His tan coat hid the muscular, broad body. His pale skin fit nicely with his lavender eyes and baige blonde hair. He was tall, 5ft 11 tall. He slowly gripped his scarf in his hands and sighed. It's been so long since I received this scarf, it was so nice of my sister to give it to me but then...that happened. Ivan thought.

He sat in his favourite armchair. He could remember everything about that day, from the morning when he woke up wrapped in his blanket. The streets of Moscow shined and glittered as the sun hit the snow covered houses and roads. He was barely 7 years old, his sisters, differant shade of blonde hair being a family trait, where down stairs one checking how she looked in her new tan over coat her short hair straight a headband adorning her head her hair was a platnium blonde. The other long haired a bow on her head her hair being a dirty brown. She was dressed like a doll. The short haired one was Ivan's older sister Katsuya who was 11 years old; she had dark blue eyes and she was pretty, tall and thin. The shorter girl was Ivan's younger sister, Natalia she was a year younger than Ivan but acted much older. She sat with a book in her hands. She was short and had blue eyes like her sister. Yes he remembered it well.

Katsuya had left to go shopping around 9am with friends. Ivan ate his toast slowly, he was in no rush there was nowhere to go. He dragged himself upstairs to get dressed when IT happened. Everything was fine, Ivan was pulling on his favourite furred coat and mittens, wrapping his new scarf around his neck when he heard a scream from downstairs. He rushed down to see what is going on when a splatter of blood hit his cheek. His eyes widened at the sight of his parents laid on the floor, their corpses being beaten with baseball bats, His little sister in the corner crying and screaming at them to stop. Ivan doesn't remember how long he stood there and watched, the minutes after his discovery were blurry at best, the next thing he remembers is that he's outside for some reason the two thugs bearing down on him. He grabbed faucet pipe on the wall and tugged with all his might. The pipe came loose and the young boy swung it with all his might. The top of the faucet hit one in the forehead. Ivan didn't stop though. He was too scared to stop, scared that they would get up and hit him. So he kept going until the pipe was covered in blood and the men lay unmoving. He slowly fell to his knees and stared at the men panting. His eyes slowly widened larger and he started shaking and screaming dropping the pipe and gripping his head. Natalie was sat by the wall muttering slowly to herself under her breath. He faintly heard police sirens in the distance before he blacked out.

Ivan gripped at his head at the memory and reached for his pills. In the police station is when they found out about Ivan's " illness" he would have bouts of insanity followed by a major depression, a therapist had given him the pills to help him control the swings but he would never been cured the trauma was too deep. Not as deep as Natalie's though, they had to put her in a mental home and she was still there now. She would claim that Ivan was her husband and demand to see him before lashing out at anyone who said anything. He swallowed a pill and sat back in his arm chair his eyelids heavy. Slowly he began to drift off; being a mafia boss was stressful.
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Mathieu sighed as he looked in the mirror in his bathroom. Yet another person had mistaken him for Alfred. He didn't see why, sure they had the same eyes and were the same height but that's all they had in common other than being gay and are orphans. Mathieu was quieter than his brother. He was full of mysteries and secrets where as his brother could probably hold a secret for about a minute. Mathieu had longer hair, nearly reaching his shoulders, and his hair was wavy unlike his brother's straight hair. His hair was a lighter blonde than his brothers darker blonde hair. Also, Mathieu had a slimmer build and just seemed more petite in every way. He sighed and smiled gently. The last time they looked remotely like twins was when they were about to be adopted.

Alfred and Mathieu stood in the door way fidgeting, soon they would meet they're soon to be fathers. They looked identical; both had short hair and were the same height. They gripped each other's hands tightly. A 5ft 9 inch blond man, with the biggest eyebrows they had ever seen, walked through the door followed by a 6ft ginger man. Both their eyes were emerald green one full of happiness and mischief the other kind and caring. His eyes widened. "I thought you said they had no blood relation" said the blonde man staring at us.
"They don't" replied their social worker, "It is a remarkable coincidence though. They even share the same birthday"

The ginger smiled at us. "Hey, good to finally meet ya, I'm Patrick Kirkland, the other man is my partner Arthur Kirkland. Hope we can get on well" he said holding out a hand. Alfred slowly shook it and introduced us, the man laughed and ruffled out hair. They talked with Arthur and Patrick for a few hours. They decided to adopt them, a few months later we moved in. they had lived 8 years without parents and suddenly they were getting 2 dads and a loving home. What more could they wish for?

Mathieu sighed and sat at his desk. He better get this homework done after all he only had a few hours before it was due in.
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This chapter really was just to explain a little bit of their pasts and describe the characters since I completely forgot to and it really doesn't feel right writing a story and not describing the characters. R&R people! And I give Ivan a bouquet of sunflowers!