'Tis my first APH fanfic! It's the kind of story that's completely hogged my writing attention, so I'm thinking that if I post this I'd be able to finish a couple of chapters on the other ones XD

This is the edited version :D I re-uploaded it with a couple of changes. Better late than never.

Note: Ok, so I know Belgium doesn't have a human name, so I'm calling her Belle ('cause I'm original like that, and it said so on Yahoo!Answers *is shot*). She pops up later.

Chapter 1:

"Can we PLEASE slow down?" Kiku Honda cried, looking slightly green in the back seat of a silver Maserati. The Vargas brothers grinned at each other in the front while Ludwig tried to calm the nation down.

"We're not even going THAT fast, Kiku, we're driving at what, 80 miles?" Ludwig said, trying not to laugh.

"That's still too fast!" Kiku cried. "If we crash, we'll all die!"

"I'm too good of a driver to crash," Lovino Vargas snorted from the driver's seat.

"Besides, Kiku, the speed limit here is actually 120mph," Feliciano Vargas smiled. "So technically, we aren't even going that fast."

"You Europeans and your cars will be the death of me," Kiku muttered. "The next time I need to go to Europe, I will drive myself."

"Veh, no need to worry anymore, we're here!" Feliciano turned and grinned at Kiku while Lovino turned the car into a cobblestoned driveway leading to a fancy-looking mansion.

It was a cold and grey Friday morning and Feliciano, his older brother Lovino, and his friends and colleagues Ludwig and Kiku Honda had arrived there for a meeting. Alfred F. Jones had decided that they were holding too many meetings at his house, and Francis Bonnefoy had volunteered that they come over to his house instead. Feliciano hadn't minded at the time, but the radio was full of severe snowstorm warnings for the area and Feliciano wasn't keen on being stranded at Francis's house for a day (for obvious reasons, this was Francis he were talking about here) if the snowstorm hit. But Ludwig would be there too, so there'd be some sort of order.

Feliciano got out of the car and shivered, pulling his coat around him tightly. It was already freezing. He watched as a snowflake drift gently down from the sky and land in his brother's hair.

"Veh, it's already snowing," he sighed. "Where is everyone? I wanna go inside before the weather gets too bad."

Kiku looked at his phone. "Wang-san said they'd be here before we arrived," he mused. "Maybe the snowstorm already started and delayed them?"

"Nah, here they are," Lovino said as another car turned into the driveway. The vintage Rolls Royce pulled behind Lovino's car and had barely turned off before a terrified-looking Arthur Kirkland and Wang Yao leapt out of the front seats and sprinted behind Ludwig like the devil was on their tails.

"Hello everybody," Ivan Braginski smiled, getting out of the backseat. "Thank you for giving me a lift here, Arthur,"

"Oh, no problem, old chap," muttered a very dejected-looking Arthur from behind Ludwig.

"But where is Alfred-san?" Kiku said.

"The git wanted his own ride here," Arthur snorted.

"He's probably late," Wang said matter-of-factly.

"Let's wait a while and see if he shows up," Ludwig suggested.

An awkward silence enveloped the group.

"Veh, maybe Francis will let us in?" Feliciano said brightly.

"Wait, we should check if he's got a garage or a covered spot where we can park the cars," Lovino said, worried more about the cars than freezing outside.

"Good idea," Arthur said. They started walking, following the driveway winding around to the back of the house and stopped. There were two cars already parked under the shade of the back veranda – a sleek Alfa Romeo and a platinum Audi R8.

"Whose cars are those?" Wang Yao said.

"Who would willingly visit Francis's house?" Ludwig wanted to know.

"There's something oddly familiar about that one," Lovino frowned, pointing to the Alfa Romeo. Feliciano nodded.

Arthur started to agree, but was cut off by the sound of a helicopter from the front of the house. They went out front to see what was going on, and Arthur stopped, pinching his brow when he realised who it was. "Oh my God, the git," he muttered.

As the helicopter started to land, a blonde man with glasses and a huge grin plastered on his face leapt out. "Hey you guys!" Alfred F. Jones yelled happily as the helicopter took off. "Like my awesome ride?" Feliciano, being the easily-impressed one, cheered and Ivan smiled his usual blank smile while everyone else groaned and face-palmed.

"Why must you always be so extravagant Alfred?" Arthur said.
Alfred slapped him on the back. "Oh come on, Iggy, you're just jealous of my kick-ass ride, dude!"

"Why the blazes would I be jealous of a helicopter? I have enough at home," Arthur snorted.

"Pfft, sure dude," Alfred smirked. "Hey, Matt, where'd you go?"

"I'm right here," Alfred's calmer, almost identical brother Matthew Williams said, standing right behind him.

Alfred put his arm around his brother's shoulders. "Well bro, this is an important meeting, so don't go disappearing on me!"

"I don't disappear, you just ignore me!" Matthew began, but Alfred had already ignored him.

"Well, we're all here, so let's go!" Alfred cheered.

Yup, I know Alfa Romeos are Italian. I just couldn't find any fancy Spanish cars. I figured they'd all have fancy cars, and Alfa Romeos sound really fancy. Ok, stopping car spiel now.