Chapter 2

Fanfiction - Oh, wow. I didn't think anyone would actually read this. I forgot to mention that I use both country, and human names. Thank you! Review please, I need to know how to get better!

Disclaimer – I do not own Hetalia. If I did, Germany would remember being HRE, and him and Italy would have a big scene that Hungary and Japan would film, and put on YouTube. Did I get carried away with that? Nahhh.

After eating (A microwave pizza, I might add) you guys decided on watching some more Hetalia. You weren't sure when, but somewhere along the hours you ended up falling asleep. When you woke up the T.V screen was blue, the light was on, and your pillow was breathing.

Wait, what was that last one? You raise up from your spot on the couch, and sure enough you were leaning on Alfred. He was sleeping, along with the rest of the countries in your living room.

So this wasn't a dream? They were real?

You looked at everyone's positions. Alfred had his head against the back of the couch, his arms were around the back of the couch, his glasses were still on, and he had his mouth open. You could see the drool coming from it.

Next to Alfred, on the opposite side from what you were on, was Arthur. Arthur's head was against the back of the couch, similar to Alfred's. He had his arms and legs crossed.

Francis was next to Arthur, smirking in his sleep. One of his arms were around the back of the couch, and his legs were crossed.

Matthew (Poor guy) was next to Francis. His head was just leaning to the side, glasses still on his face, and his arms were around Kumajiro. He was the most adorable, in your opinion.

As if sensing that you were staring at him, Matthew opened his eyes, his dark blue ones meeting yours. You blush from getting caught, and he blushes from being stared at.

He yawns, causing you to yawn also. You look at the time, 10:41 AM. You actually slept on the couch.

You look at Matthew, and ask "Are you hungry?"

"Kind of," he answers.

"I'll go make some pancakes," you say.

In a result, Matthew's face lights up.

"I'll help!" he quickly says.

You look at him, smile, and say, "Okay."

You two go into the kitchen. You start grabbing the ingredients, the flour, sugar, ect, and after a couple of minuets, you two had finished making pancakes. The hole time he was joking around, you never thought that Canada would be funny. While you two were laughing, you didn't notice the 3 other countries standing in the door. They looked at Matthew as if they have never seen him before.

"Hey guys!" you say breaking the short silence. "We made pancakes!"

"Sweet, I'm starving!" Alfred chirped.

You smiled and went to look for the maple syrup, which was in cupboard just outside of the kitchen. Thanks to Hetalia, you were addicted to the stuff. When you find it, it's empty. You start to mentally freak out, but then you remember you have some on one of the higher shelves. Since you were short for your age, you grab a near by chair, stand on it, and search for the mapley goodness. (A/N - Did I make that word up? I think yes.)

You were a klutz, and you should have taken that into consideration before you got on the chair, but when you grab for the maple syrup, you fell off the chair.

Expecting to hit the floor, you shut your eyes tight and let out a small scream. But when you didn't hit the floor, you opened your eyes. Your eyes met Alfred's, and you realize he caught you. Bridle style.

You could feel your face heat up as you finally say thank you.

"No problem, dude. I'm the hero anyway, I'm supposed to stuff like this." He replies, and then laughs. There it is, that famous laugh.

You two walk into the kitchen, and eat breakfast with the other 3.

By the time you all finished eating, you decided to take a shower. You didn't really know what to do with them while you were taking one, so you gave Alfred the T.V remote and showed him how to work it.

"And if you want to watch one of the movies, you press this button," you say pointing to the button labeled vidéo.

"Oh, if you can't read the French, just ask France or Canada about it."

Everyone except Arthur was okay with watching a movie. So, you showed Arthur the books.

You have a wide selection of books, you were a nerd. Your categorized library on the first floor of your house was huge! You remember when your mom first showed it to you. What an amazing day.

"It's quit big," Arthur says in awe.

"Yeah," you say.

Time for your shower.

~Alfred's POV~

(Name) went to take a shower, so I'm watching a movie with France. I could have sworn someone else was here too, weird.

We decided on watching Spiderman. Francis didn't want to, but I convinced Mattie to agree with me. (When did he even get here?) This girl had some of the best movies in the world! She had all the Spiderman movies, every Final Destination (I don't care if they were filmed in a country that wasn't America, they were still awesome!), she even had all of the original Disney movies! You know the old ones, before everything was on DVD.

We were at the part where Peter was about to get bitten by the spider that makes him turn into Spiderman, when the door busted open. All three of us on the couch turned to face the door at the same time.

A man carrying paper bags walks in. He looked like France, except his hair was longer. He didn't look in our direction, instead he went straight to the kitchen. I look at Mattie, who was looking at Francis.

"Did (Name) say anything about people coming?" Mattie asks.

"I don't think so." I reply.

Then we both look at France.

"Did he look like Francis to you?" Mattie asks.

"Yeah." I reply.

"(Name)! I brought you more maple syrup!" The man yelled from the kitchen. He had a thick French accent.

He waited for a couple of seconds before yelling again.

"Hey! (Name)! Where are yo-" he stopped when he came into the living room and saw us.

"Why are there good looking men in the living room? This must be a dream, non?"

we sat there staring at him. What were we supposed to do?

"So, why are you in my house?" he asks, one of his eye brows perked up at the question.

I was going to say something bad ass, but all I could get to come out of my mouth was "Ummm..."

And that's when Arthur walked in carrying an armful of old looking books. He looked in the direction of the stranger, and said "Holy shit, there are two of them!" and with that, he dropped the books.

A/N Thanks for reading! I was hoping to get more done in this chapter, but I got sick at the last minute. I hope Al's POV was good. Reviews are much appreciated.