A/N: I'm reeling them out! :D I feel so happy! -dances- I think this is my last attempt at play before State Standardized Testing next week. -shudder- Those tests are so easy a monkey could do them... Wait...

Anyways, I got this idea while enduring torture for 90 minutes having to watch a movie called... A Walk to Remember. Urgh. As much as I dislike those sappy movies, I dislike writing in the dark even more. Grr. The muse "Playground" popped into my head a few minutes after class started and I just started writing. I thought it was going to be a short little one-shot about Matthew meeting Gilbert for the first time in his life, but those guys have other plans. I think this is going to be semi-long! :D And I think I am going to be able to finish it! :DD

Since I keep forgetting: I don't own Hetalia or those awesome playgrounds that the public provides. But, I do own a nice little thing called plot! :3

I hope you like, and don't forget~ Reviews make me happy like you wouldn't believe~ ^-^ /review whore

Francis was at his wits end. All morning, Matthew had been running around the house, checking out and exploring his new home. His brother, Alfred, was right along beside him – always the more destructive of the two. And lastly – the icing on the cake or rather, the marmalade on the scone – was Arthur, as he invaded the kitchen and took over the oven (much to the complete horror of everyone else).

So, in a last resort attempt, Francis decided to take the boys to the playground to burn off energy.

Alfred ran ahead, down the red-bricked pathway, to the swing set. "I'll swing higher than you, Mattie!" he called over his shoulder.

Matthew looked up to his Papa. "Go on, Mon petite," Francis ushered as he looked for a nearby bench.

Matthew caught up with his twin, who was chattering animatedly with another boy beside him as the two swung. "H-Hey, Al."

"Hey, Mattie! This is Gilbert. Doesn't he look coo?"

"A-Al! That's rude." Matthew blushed at his brother's oblivion. He turned to Gilbert, while scooting over to the swing on Alfred's left. "I-I'm Matthew."

"Yeah. Alfred told me." Gilbert pushed harder, going higher up that Alfred. The swing made an almost perfect parallel to the ground. Matthew watched in awe. This kid was different.

Francis sat back in the bench. He was watching Alfred as he assumedly talked a boy's ear off and he watched Matthew as he sat flustered and red-faced. He laughed quietly – more of a chuckle really – as he said to himself, "I think he's got his first crush."

Francis looked at the third boy. He had platinum hair that reflected the light and he wore sunglasses. He had a 'tough guy' look to him, even though he was probably only eight. He looked strong – both physically and emotionally. The way he laughed, in a way that said he was always right, gave him an air of confidence.

"Ahaha! C'mon, Gil! Let's go play on the gym!" Alfred shouted as he bolted off the swing. Francis watched as Gil sat on the swing for a moment – maybe debating whether or not to go after the loud-mouth. Instead, he turned to Matthew, who was swinging gently, and said, "You don't yell like Alfred. I like you."

Frances laughed as his boy's face turned an interesting shade of red.

He looked over to where Alfred had run off to and saw he was now talking to two Asian boys. He smiled. Alfred always was the more social of his twins.

"Why's your face red? Ya sick?" Gilbert waved a hand in front of Matthew's face.

"W-Wha? N-No! I-I'm not sick – Sorry."

What cha sorry for? You might not be as loud as Alfred, but you're definitely weirder." Gilbert laughed.

Matthew scrunched up his face into a put. "Am not."

"Are to."

"No. You're the weird one."

"Oh yeah?" Gilbert challenged. He puffed out his chest, trying to look bigger. "How?"

Matthew looked at Gilbert. Okay, he was really pale, -wasn't that called albino? – but so was he (though not that much!). The sunglasses just made him look cool – mysterious even. He was funny and in Matthew's opinion, seemed pretty nice. "N-Nevermind."

Gilbert made a noise – a laugh maybe? – that sounded like "kesesesese."

"I want you to be my friend, Birdie."