Spy Guy: This is for Kacey, who is stuck in traffic in Kentucky right now, and could really use some Hetalia/Pokemon love.

Most of my watchers...you probably might just want to ignore this. XD But, if you're a hetalia and a pokemon fan...go for it!

Chapter 1: The Hero's Homecoming

It had been years since he had seen England.

Of course, they hadn't parted on the best of terms. Arthur had always been a control freak when it came to his children…but Alfred was just the first one to do something about it…which translated to running away in the middle of the night with only his pidgey and a knapsack filled with stale pasties and burnt scones. Still, he had always been good at survival, so he didn't need anyone to help him find shelter and food. He didn't need anyone for anything.

The mansion was the same as always, ridiculously ornate, and very out of place amongst the other cottages in the area. America strolled fearlessly up to the front gate, and pushed the button for the intercom, leaning forward to announce his presence.

"Hey Iggy! Guess who it is?"

Inside, Arthur had just been sitting down to his afternoon tea, his snobbish snubble resting at his feet, when the sound of the intercom crackled through the mansion's speakers. The sound alone had been jarring enough, but it was the voice accompanying it that really made him drop his tea and cringe.

"I thought I told that ungrateful git never to come back!" The man growled, storming to his feet, ignoring the fact that snubble was fuming below, trying to shake scalding hot tea from its fur.

"Hey, Iggy! I know you're in there!"

The man leaned up against the door, pressing the intercom button on his side, so he could give that ungrateful whelp a piece of his mind. How dare he even think of coming back? It was because of him that he had to give the gym to Matthew.

"Get off of my property before I set the hounds on you!" Arthur shouted through the speaker,

"C'mon, buddy. It's been years. Can't you get over it by now?"

"No." The older man replied. "You have interrupted my teatime, Alfred F. Jones. Go away."

Outside, Alfred frowned at the gate, knitting his eyebrows together. Once upon a time, that gate had been the only thing separating him from freedom. But now, he had an arsenal of pokemon at his disposable, one being the proud and majestic Pidgeot he had raised from a chick. With a few flaps of its massive wings, it easily fly over the gate and land at Arthur's door. The young man had come this far, and he was determined to see his caretaker again…to tell him all that he had accomplished…and RUB IT IN HIS FACE.

Reaching for the pokeballs lining his belt, the man selected one, and threw it into the air. His faithful Pidgeot burst forth in a flash of light, landing atop the gate.

"Hey, Washington, do you think that you can fly me to the other side?" Alfred asked, pointing toward the mansion. Washington ruffled his feathers before gliding to the ground, nuzzling its master playfully with its beak. With a whoop, Alfred skillfully climbed onto its back, his fingers gripping the soft, familiar feathers beneath him. The man braced himself as the great bird flapped its wings, and took to the sky in a flurry of dust and leaves. They were soon over the gate, soaring close and closer to the main door. America cheered, loving the exhilarating rush of wind against his face.

There was no way Arthur could keep him out. Nothing could keep him out. He was a man with an unfailing can-do attitude, and he always got what he wanted.

Imagine Arthur's surprise when he heard a knock at his front door…his front door that was usually guarded by an insurmountable fence. Also, imagine the look of shock on his face when he opened said door to find his runaway protege, standing beside a large bird who was almost as tall as he.

"Hey, Arthur!" Alfred grinned. "Washington and I were in the neighborhood, and we thought that we'd check out the old place. Is that alright with you?"

"Wut—wut?" Arthur stammered as pokemon and master pushed past him. He couldn't believe that either of them were the ones he had known before. Alfred had just been a boy, not even ten years old, and Washington had been small enough to pick up and throw across the room. Now…

"Hey, where's Matty?" Alfred asked, plopping himself down on the couch and helping himself to a biscuit.

"Who?" England asked, trying to gather himself together.

"You know, Matthew."

"Oh…oh yes. He's probably at the gym."

"Canada got the gym?" The young man asked, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy. Some things never changed.

"It's not like you were here to take over." Arthur grumbled, attempting to regain his composure. He could not let Alfred get to him. He was the adult, and he had to make sure that everyone knew it…even if the two of them were the only ones present.

"I was off doing bigger things, fuzzy-brows"

"Like what?"

"Like being the champion of the Johto league." Alfred replied, his smile growing.

And Arthur turned as white as a sheet.

***

Alfred really hated tea. Once, to show how much he hated it, he had taken one of Iggy's crates of it, and dumped it into the pond on the grounds. Needless to say, he had been grounded for a long time…but it had been worth it.

Alfred didn't like Iggy's biscuits either. They were hard, crunchy wafters that tasted dry and nasty. Washington seemed to like them though, so the man kept popping them into the bird pokemon's beak, watching Arthur's face twist in rage as crumbs scattered the floor.

"So, why are you here, exactly?" The older man asked, taking a small sip of his tea.

"I'm on vacation." Alfred announced. "This hero's going on an adventure through the West Sinnoh islands. They say that legendary pokemon live there."

"Are you going alone?" Arthur demanded.

Alfred shook his head.

"No. Honda's coming with we. We've been planning this trip for about a year."

"So, then why did you come here to bother me?"

"I thought that you'd want to know that you helped raise a champion. Isn't that something that you can brag to your friends about?"

England huffed.

"I don't brag.

"You do too." Alfred laughed, getting to his feet. "Everyone brags. I'm bragging right now, because I'm a pokemon master, and you said I'd never amount to anything."

"Now wait a minute!!—"

"A pokemon master! How brill!"

Just when Arthur thought it couldn't get any worse…there came the shrill voice and thundering footsteps of his latest horrible failure. Said failure came racing into the room, round chubby Spheal cradled in his arms, blue eyes wide in childish excitement.

"Who's this?" Alfred asked, turning to his elder with a bemused smile.

"I'm Peter!" The blonde-haired boy cried, giving a sloppy salute. "Or Sealand, or whatever you want to call me! Are you really a pokemon master?!"

"Peter." England growled. "Don't you have homework to do?"

"Shove off!" Peter snapped.

Arthur felt his face flushing with embarrassment. Peter never listened to him. It seemed like some kind of trend with his proteges.

"Where'd you find this guy?" Alfred asked. If it were even possible, the young man's smile seemed to be growing.

"In the middle of the ocean." England replied, finally accepting defeat, and slumping back in his chair. He didn't even react as his snubble started chewing on his nice leather shoes, and Sealand's spheal bounced onto the tea tray.

The day had already gone to hell. What did it matter anymore?