~Ok, so here's basically a fluff story revolving around the FACE family that I wrote with the amazing, highly talented and imaginative writer, and best friend, Sebas-Chan001 (Who, by the way, is also posting a version of this story, only slightly different, because it's more focused on France/England. I recommend you check it out if you like the more intense {less innocent} area of fanfiction). One last thing, it is set in the modern day, so before anyone gets confused with history not lining up right….that's why. Other than that I hope you enjoy! J

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or its characters… sadly.~

"America, it's not poisoned. I just improved the recipe with some veggies. It's just healthier for you I promise." A very tired, and frustrated England sighed as he tried to persuade the young lad to eat his pile of vegetables, "Now sit down and eat your dinner. Even the vegetables, I want to see you eat it all." The brunette haired little colony shook his head in defiance and continued to push his plate away. "Goodness sakes, you are the most disobedient colony I have ever dealt with!"

"But heroes don't eat veggies!" The young boy declared as he tried to free himself from his seat.

"But you have to, and after this you have to come and learn about politics. You've been skipping your lessons for the past two days, and we'll have to go longer today in order to catch up."

"Heroes don't learn politics!" A scowl formed on his small lips as his arms were crossed, "They do hero stuff!"

"You can sit around bugging France and I all day, we have an important meeting to go to today, and no you can't come."

"Awe but why not?! "Changing the subject almost immediately the child started to cry. "America wants to go! America wants to go!"

"I...stop it. Not that face, no I said no..." The English country struggled as America continued to pull his childish pout, his innocent blue eyes almost popped out as he continued to plead.

"Please..." the colony whined, "I... I really want to go..."

"You can't come," England started to explain, "I already promised Canada he could come and there isn't room in the car with all the boxes."

"But there's always room for the hero!" America wrapped his little arms around England's leg and hugged it tightly, "Please let me come with you! I won't be a bother promise! I'll sit in Canada's lap so there's room! Please let me come!"

"I...oh alright. I suppose it would be simple enough to rearrange the boxes. And it would be a good learning experience for you," The Englishman paused to look the little colony straight in the eyes, "Just this once mind you, and you must promise that you will be on your best behavior."

America nodded excitedly, "Thanks daddy, I promise!"

"Alright, go and get your brother and your coat. We'll leave in a few minutes." England told him and then watched as the little colony ran down the hall to get his coat, and his little brother.

*at the meeting*

"America please sit down, and be quiet. Germany is trying to talk!" England scolded, as he tried to settle down the restless colonies. He watched horrified as America climbed up onto the table and began skipping around, tipping over several cups of disposable coffee as he did so.

"Hello everyone! In case you haven't heard of me yet I am America and I'm going to be your new hero from now on, 'kay?"

Britain blushed and grabbed for the red cape that the little boy had tied around his neck, making an attempt to restrain the child before he caused more chaos.

"America, come sit down, now!" England called, but America had already moved out of reach, strutting down the table.

"America AMERICA! The one who rescues all! America AMERRRRICA the one who'll never fall!" The small boy chanted as he went along, nearly stepping on Greece, who'd fallen asleep on the table. Britain began to blush profusely as he witnessed the scene his children were creating.

"Ohohoh." The sound of a chuckle could be heard directly across from him, in his own state of curiosity the blonde country lifted his head to see who possessed the chuckle. His emerald green eyes fell onto a set of eyes where the colors blue and green seemed to combine. "Oh Arthur." once the country named him, Arthur was able to get a better look at the culprit he was able to figure out that it was France who was trying to get his attention all along. "Is this what happens when I'm not home all day?" With the tilt of his head the other country asked suspiciously.

"Why don't you try to shut your damned mouth for once?" The over humiliated father replied, "They're your children too you know."

"Not now they aren't." France replied just as fast.

"Francis you frog!" The Englishmen yelled, his mind oblivious to the fact that his children were still parading down the table. It wasn't until Canada climbed on top of the table to join his brother when England regained consciousness of what was going on around them. "You two!" he began to yell once again, "Get down from the table this instant!"

"So, these are your infamous new colonies, Britain?" The very narcissistic, and mischievous Prussia asked while trying to hold back his laughter.

"It appears so…" Arthur sighed as the entire world's attention was revolved around the singing siblings.

"America!" The eldest of the two began, his voice loud and beaming with pride.

"And Canada!" The younger sibling sang as he answered his brother.

"Together side by side!" The two were singing together, their bodies walking together down the long table.

"America!"

"And Canada too!"

"We'll never let that dumb old England take our pride!" The entire committee began to gasp as their ears were filled with America's final lyric. Even when the small child was clapping in time to his invisible music the mocked country didn't even flinch. Canada was laughing at this point, his lips forming a smile that said this was nothing more but a game in his eyes.

"That's it, I've had enough of this nonsense! Canada, get down from the table now or you're grounded from maple syrup for a week. And America, you'll be grounded from WicDonalds for a month!"

"EH?!" The America gasped out in shock, "You can't tell us what to do you old fart! Come on Matthew, let's show this old tyrant we are not his puppets!" After that was all said and done the colony of boundless energy hopped down from the table and ran out of the room. "Down with Tyrants!" the threat of the child could be heard as it echoed throughout the narrow hallway.

Matthew began to giggle like this was nothing more than a fun game, and as he began to follow the footsteps of his brother he too departed as he yelled. "Yeah tyrants are bad people!"

"That's it," England said calmly, "No more staying up with you again my dear. I'm afraid your Historical documents only brainwashed our children." As the French country nodded in reply, and satisfied with his response, England rose from his seat and walked out of the meeting room; his composer was far calmer than anyone could have guessed.

"Now, now where could they have run off to?" He asked himself as he retrieved his book of spells from his back pocket. "Oh child hunting can be such a drag, I believe it would be far easier for me to just bring them to me with the power of black magic!" The worn out looking book was now opened at this point, and as he continued to hum to himself his eyes skimmed for the spell he was looking for. "Ah, here we are!" He sighed with a pleased smile on his face, "Perfect, now all that's left is to get them back here. Expectimus Protronetarus!"

England shouted the spell and felt the familiar presence of magic surging through his body, but when the colonies did not appear in front of him as expected, he let out a sigh and looked down at the yellowing page. He quickly realized that he combined the teleportation spell along with the spell above it, he cleared his throat and read the correct form, "Accio Expectimus!" The magic from the spell repeated its course through his body. The two colonies promptly appeared in front of the stern looking father, who snapped his book shut and gently grabbed their collars before they could run rampant throughout the building again.

"Let us go!" America squirmed.

"You two, I swear the headaches I get from just caring for you." England sighed, keeping his grip on the children, though ensuring that his grip was not tight enough to hurt the little colonies.

"Stop talking so loud, my head hurts." America complained, rubbing a tiny hand against his forehead. For a moment, England froze because he remembered his spell mishap before, and fished out the book again. After flipping back to the page he'd read from, and making sure there would be no other side effects of a spell misfire, he closed the book again and shoved it in his pocket.

"This is why I don't bring you to meetings. Now you're going home and if you aren't hard at work studying your history books when I get back, I'll let Russia pay a visit."

"I don't wanna go!" America whined while also taking a step from his father, so as to be out of the reach of his grip.

"I'm afraid being the adult here, you definitely do not have a choice in the matter. And if you don't come out to the car with me, I will carry you." England told the child, giving him a look that said he was not messing around. When the little caped nation did not move, England shrugged and picked him up, easily placing the boy on his hip, while taking the younger brother's hand.

"I WILL NOT BE MANHANDLED! RELEASE THE HERO!" The oldest brother screamed as his father brought him out to the parking lot and sat him in his seat.

"When will you learn, America, that listening is only going to get you good things." Arthur shook his head as he buckled the squirming 6 year old in place, "And as for you, Matthew," The green eyed father's attention now focused on the silent child, "If I ever see you pull such shenanigans again, I will take away your syrup for a week, perhaps even longer!"

Canada's blue eyes widened as the horrid image crossed his mind. He obediently hopped into the other side and buckled himself.

England closed the car doors and called Francis on his phone as he got into the driver's seat, "Hello Francis, I've collected our little miscreants and I think it best that I take them home now, before anything else goes awry. Yes, of course I'm taking my car, so get a ride home later. Yes, Yes, see you later…..Kisses." England snapped the phone closed, placing in the seat next to him.

"Hmph! I will not be controlled!" Alfred tone set ablaze with a fury of rebellion.

"America be quiet for once, I'm trying to think." Arthur sighed, rubbing his forehead as a slight headache beginning to make itself known.

"No! I can't be controlled, I'm the hero!"

England groaned and looked in the mirror, unexpectedly taken aback by the adorable little country, who had his arms crossed and fiery defiance in his eyes. "I am trying to teach you two to grow up to be actual decent adults. I'm not trying to hurt you! How about when we get home, I'll make you some fresh blueberry scones? I know how much you love them"

The little blonde colony didn't say anything, but his little brother looked up and nodded. England fished around for his keys, and started the car.

"Can I have maple syrup on my scones?" Canada asked innocently.

"Of course! And after that we can have story time" Arthur told the youngest of his sons and then glanced at his watch, noting the late hour of the evening. "Assuming it's not too late. Don't you want to hear the tales of the Knights of the Round Table?"

"No! Not that dumb story again..." America mumbled, his head now resting on his hand as he gazed out at the passing scenery.

"I do daddy!" Canada exclaims, "I want to hear it! And eat scones!"

"America, you love hearing about the heroic knights!" Arthur protested, remembering many nights when the little colony would prance around with his wooden sword, assisting King Arthur with his many quests to save the realm.

"I'm the only hero..." His grumbled words say stubbornly.

"What about the Doctor, he's a hero!"

"I'm the hero! Everyone is supposed to back me up! I'm supposed to be the hero, not those phonies..."

"Can I be the hero too, America?" Matthew piped in quietly, looking to his brother hopefully.

"Of course!" America replied with a smile, "As long as you back me up! Because there can only be one true hero, and that's me!"

"Yay!" Canada jumped excitedly in his seat. Arthur stayed silent as he listened to the two in the back seat, but a smile did make its way onto his face as he continued driving, "What powers can I have?" Matthew asked the energetic Alfred.

"Any power that fits my powers best!"

"Ok," Canada nodded, but then seemed to remember that America was never decisive on what kind of hero he was and asked, "but what can you do?"

"I can save the entire world!" America's sea blue eyes lit up even brighter as he spoke to his younger brother, "It doesn't matter what's going on! If the world's in trouble I'll help them!"

"You can do everything?" Canada's eyes widened in disbelief, "But that's not fair!"

"Shut up you cry baby, all's fair when being a hero! You know that!" Alfred rolled his blues eyes to emphasize his point, to which Canada started crying and hugged his stuffed bear closer.

Upon hearing his son burst into tears, England spared a glance from highway 183W to give America a stern look in the rearview mirror, "Now America be nice to your brother."

"What," America replied in a very sarcastic voice, laced with a touch of know-it-all, "He should know that I'm the hero, and being such I deserve all of the awesome powers!"

"But I wanna have powers too!" Canada looked to his brother and pouted the words, "and if you have them all I can't have any!"

"Fine. You can make words appear in the sky, and whatever it says will happen," America consented with a sigh, after receiving another warning look from England, "Like if you say 'Fire wall' the words will appear in red and then a fire wall will appear."

"Ok, maple syrup will rain from the sky and slow the bad guy down for you!" Matthew told his brother, a smile breaking across his face.

"Aha sweet! Thank you little brother! Now I can really beat the bad guys!" Alfred replied, playing along with the sudden burst of imaginative role play in which he was in fact the hero who would save everything. After Alfred had said this, England drew his attention back to the highway, slightly shaking his head as if he wished they would never grow up.