A Town named Hetalia

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Pairings: AmericaxEngland, AmericaxCanada, RussiaxLithuania, AustriaxHungary, GermanyxNItaly, SpainxSItaly

Slight pairingness: FrancexSpainxPortugal, RussiaxLatvia, PolandxLithuania, SealandxLatvia, PrussiaxAustria um... oh! ChinaxKorea

Pairings subject to change.

And Raul is Portugal because there isn't one in Hetalia

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Sometimes, I wondered about my brother.

I mean, I've always loved him and all, but there were times when I truly pondered on his sanity.

This was one of those times.

I guess, to his grief-encased mind, this made sense. His father had just died – yeah, that's right. I'm only his half-brother, but we're closer than some true brothers I know – and Mother had been dead for a while.

But that didn't mean that we had to move to an entirely different continent!

He was leaning against the side of his ship in his 'sexy pose' (don't tell him I call it that, it'll inflate his already giant ego), looking off into space.

Captain Carriedo came up to me at this point in time, asking,

"So, where exactly are you two from?"

"Well," I started, nervous. I was a little shy, "We're only half brothers, and he was raised by his father in the America territory, but Mother raised me up in the Canada territory. After Mother died, I moved in with him and we went to the same school."

"Antonio, actually do your job for once instead of eating tomatoes and talking!"

I heard Alfred snicker from where he was standing. Alfred had never been caught slacking. By anyone other than me, of course. Captain Carriedo was dragged off by the person he called 'Lovinito'.

"Matty?" Alfred said, pushing himself off the side and walking over to me.

"Yes, Alfred?" I asked, wary of what he was up to.

"You don't need to spill our entire life story to them," he said. His tone was light, but I could tell he was worried about something, and somewhat scolding me.

I nodded, and he gave me a hug and I kiss on the forehead.

I knew it wasn't to make me feel better. He always did things like this when he was nervous. When he would do stuff like that when we were younger, I would question him about it. His answer was always the same.

'You're the younger brother, Matty, and Mother told me to take care of you.'

I was only younger than him by two years, and even back then, I think I already knew it was to calm him down more than me.

He was just weird like that sometimes.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. He sighed and replied with,

"I don't know. Something doesn't feel right though."

The ship suddenly rocked violently and I fell to the ground. Alfred stumbled, but managed to keep his balance.

Stupid Alfred.

He reached down and helped me up. I rubbed the back of my head were I had banged it.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking worried. I nodded, sincerely wishing I hadn't buried my stuffed bear with Mother. The ship lurched again, and I almost tripped again, except this time Alfred caught me. And still kept his balance.

How did he do that?

He sighed quietly – I don't think he wanted me to hear – and hugged me tightly.

"Do people up in the Canada territory have issues with balance?" he teased, bracing himself against the side of the ship as the ship rocked again. It almost reminded me of when we were little, before Mother and I moved. He had always taken care of me. Still was. The ship pitched again, and I grabbed the front of his shirt.

The person named Lovinito came over, sighing.

"I don't see why Antonio and Arthur have to go through this every time. I mean, now we'd just give him the stuff. But no, the stupid bastards have to pretend to try to hit each other…"

I wondered what he was talking about, but did not ask. Finally the rocking stopped and Alfred let go. Another ship pulled up and we followed Lovinito – who was rolling his eyes – onto it. A man with blond hair and green eyes tied Alfred and I up.

"I haven't seen these two before, Antonio." It was a statement, but also obviously a question.

"They're brothers from the America territory, and they're moving to your town."

"Are they now?" the man replied, grabbing my chin and inspecting me.

"Don't touch him," Alfred hissed. The man let go of me, and moved over to Alfred. Alfred glared at him, and the ma smirked. He suddenly grabbed me and started to drag me off. I stumbled slightly, surprised. He pulled me into a room and closed the door. He set about untying me and I felt myself shake.

Didn't Pirates kill… and rape?

"You can relax; I'm not going to hurt you. What kind of tea would you like?"

"Um, it doesn't matter," I replied, still a little nervous.

"My name is Arthur," he said, starting to make tea. There was a small stove that probably doubled as a heater when it was cold. "What's yours? You can sit." He gestured at a chair and I sat down, grateful.

"Matthew. Matthew Williams."

"And your brother out there?"

"Alfred Jones."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Different last names?" he questioned.

"We're only half-brothers. Same mother, different fathers."

"And you're both from the America territory?"

"Well, technically I am," I said, before launching into my lecture, explaining everything. Alfred might not be happy about it, but Arthur actually seemed nice.

Arthur nodded at the end of it and stated,

"Your brother is very protective of you. To tell the truth that's why I grabbed you. The look on his face was funny."

"He says he's the older brother, so he has to take care of me."

"Are you sure that's all it is?" he asked, leaning against his desk in a way reminiscent of Alfred's 'sexy pose'. I felt my face turn bright red.

"N-no! Of course not! He's my brother."

"That doesn't stop Antonio, Raul or the bloody git Francis. They're all brothers."

I felt my face get redder.

"Alfred and I aren't that way."

"Okay then," he said, turning to go get the tea. He poured me a cup and handed it to me.

"I bet he's very worried."

I nodded, knowing that he was going to interrogate me later.

"So you two are moving to Hetalia?"

I nodded.

"I have an uncle there who said that it was okay for us to stay with him until we get a place of our own."

"We'll probably see a lot of each other then, when I'm there. Are you done with your tea?"

I nodded and he continued,

"Then we should go relieve your brother's worries."

I stood up and followed him out of the room. Everyone else was untied and allowed to return to the ship. Alfred grabbed my arm and, glaring at Arthur, pulled me behind him.

As soon as Arthur's ship left, Alfred looked me over.

"He didn't do anything to you, right?"

"Nothing except give me tea."

"Really?" he asked doubtful.

"Rea-"

I was cut off by Captain Carriedo saying,

"Matteo is not really Arthur's type. Well, not usually. And believe me, if Arthur had done something it wouldn't really be unwelcome. Even Lovinito-"

"Don't tell them stuff like that!" Lovinito snapped suddenly, "Arthur was drunk and you had been dragged off by Raul and Francis!"

"It's not my fault that my brothers are perverts!"

I laughed quietly. Alfred must have heard me, for his attention returned to me.

"He really didn't do anything?"

"I would tell you if he had."

Alfred nodded and ruffled my hair.

"Good."

"Oh, yeah," said Lovinito, unexpectedly stopping his and Captain Carriedo's fight, "What I came over here to say," he glared at Captain Carriedo, "Is that we're almost there."

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Author's note: So, a little explanation.

POLAND RULES THE WORLD. (Why Poland? Because I asked my friend for a country and Poland is the first one she thought of)
The rest of the world is a territory, but is broken up into different ones.
And in this, our little Hetalia Characters are not the countries. That's just where they're from(generally).

And yes, this is going to be entirely from Canada's point of view.
Why? 'Cause I feel like it.

So, I fail.
I told myself I was not going to post this.
I told Matt-kun this was only going to have slight AmericaxCanada in it.

I have no self control.
I imagined a kissing scene.

And thus it was this.