21I wanted to write a USxUK fic for a LONG time. Good side: It's easy to write one since USUK is my OTP and I know what to write. Bad Side: That means I now have THREE stories I need to finish T_T
Pairings within this story include, but aren't limited to: America/England, Germany/Italy, Italy/Romano (brotherly affection, nothing serious), Prussia/Canada, mild France/Canada. More pairings will be added farther along the storyline.
Rated T for language, possible violence, and minor sexual themes. Rating may change later on.
This chapter takes place in the past.
Hope you like it, and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its characters
"I can't stand you! Why are you always like this?"
"You've never shown me any love, and you constantly harass our son!"
"That's it, I don't want to hear anymore!"
"That's fine with me, you good-for-nothing jackass!"
"We'll file out the divorce papers, and you can get the hell out of my house."
"Good, and I'm taking Arthur with me!"
...
3 years ago...
Arthur stared blankly out of the car, looking at the scenery as his mom pulled into the driveway of their new home in San Francisco.
"We're here, honey..."
Arthur looked at his mom. His mom's name was Elizabeth. His grandparents said that they named her after the almighty queen, Elizabeth I. But to Arthur, she's just "Mother".
Arthur and his mom moved to the United States of America from England. Elizabeth and her husband, John, were constantly fighting with each other after Arthur was born. It wasn't until Arthur started 8th grade, however, that things got out of hand. John called Arthur the child that should have never existed. An "accident". A worthless life that should have been aborted before he developed within the womb. Elizabeth, on the other hand, cherished Arthur more than anything in the world. She never once regretted the decision to keep Arthur. That was when Elizabeth realized that John and her were opposites. They both wanted different things and viewed the world differently. And that was when Elizabeth wanted out.
"Mother?" Arthur said with sad eyes. "Why did Father hate me?"
Elizabeth frowned. "He just didn't view the world the way I did, Arthur...he doesn't value human life for what it is." She looked at her son, with serious looking eyes. "Listen to me, Arthur...someday, you'll find a special someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. Please...cherish her. Love her and the moments you spend with her."
Arthur hesitantly nodded. "What if I don't find anyone?"
Elizabeth smiled. "You will...I just know it. You're handsome, and you have a wonderful personality. That's what girls love, you know?" She winked at him.
Arthur smiled slightly, before opening the car door, and ran out to search the house.
"Be careful, sweetie!" Elizabeth yelled. 'Please...let Arthur live a happy life in America...and let him find someone he'll truly care about...'
Elizabeth opened her own car door and went into the house.
"Mother, there's three bedrooms. Can I use the other one for my books?" Arthur asked.
Elizabeth shook her head. "I'll make that room into a guest room. I don't expect anyone to stay here, but it doesn't hurt to be careful."
Arthur sighed. "But I might need the extra room for school...what school am I going to, again?"
Elizabeth took out a pamphlet from her purse. "World Academy." She smiled. "I'm glad I sent the application to that school. They only accept the brightest kids, and even then there's only about a 40% acceptance rate. That's pretty steep odds for a high school..."
Arthur smiled. "Don't worry, Mother. I got straight A's all throughout middle school, and I study and read college level material. I'll do fine."
Elizabeth hugged him. "I don't doubt you for a second."
Meanwhile, in New York City...
"Hey, Dad! What're you doin'?" Alfred yelled in the garage of his house.
"The car's broken down, son. Hand me that wrench, would you?"
Alfred got a wrench from the tool box and handed it to his dad.
"Are you going to be done by dinner? The Yankees are playing the Red Sox today!" Alfred said.
His dad dropped what he was doing and came out from underneath the car. "I think the car can wait. Let's watch that game!"
Alfred cheered and ran into the house, his dad following him.
"Paul! Are you done fixing the car yet?" A woman yelled from the kitchen.
"Relax Barbara, I think a baseball game is a little more important than a car." Paul smirked.
"Yeah, Mom!" Alfred smiled.
Barbara glared at Alfred. "And you. Are you done with your homework?"
"Relax Mom, I think a baseball game is a little more important than homework!" Alfred sneered.
Paul laughed and patted Alfred on the back. "That's my son!"
Barbara sighed. "Like father like son...oh well. Hey, Alfred, tell Matthew that dinner's ready."
Alfred nodded and ran upstairs. "Hey, Mattie! Dinner's ready!" He barged into his room.
Matthew rubbed his forehead. "I really need to convince Mom to give us separate rooms..."
"Aww, don't you love me?" Alfred said with puppy dog eyes.
"I'm the older brother and I deserve some privacy." Matthew told him.
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Dude, you're older by three minutes. Big deal!" Alfred then snickered. "...And privacy for what?"
Matthew threw a pillow into Alfred's face. "Get your mind out of the gutter! If you must know, I was doing my homework. I'm taking all Honors classes and I need good grades to get into World Academy. Unlike YOU, Mr. Fails in Every Class Except P.E."
Alfred pretended to be stabbed in the heart. "Ouch, just kill me why don't you?" Alfred laughed. Matthew chuckled as well.
"Hey, you two! The game started!" Paul yelled from downstairs.
"C'mon, you're making me miss it!" Alfred said, pulling Matthew all the way down the stairs.
Paul and Barbara were cuddled next to each other on the sofa, and Alfred and Matthew proceeded to lie on the floor right in front of the TV.
"Yankees are winning 1 to 0, bottom of the 3rd." Paul told the boys.
"This is nice, watching a game with the whole family like this..." Barbara smiled calmly. "We're lucky to have a family who cares for one another."
Paul laughed. "Hah! I guess that means we look at the world the same way, huh?"
Barbara smiled at him, and they gently kissed each other on the lips.
"Hey, Jesse and Rebecca! Either watch the game, or make kissy faces at each other somewhere else!" Alfred laughed.
Barbara looked at her son. "You watch too much Full House...why do you even watch that show? That show ended in 1995."
Alfred smiled. "Thank you, cable!"
Paul and Barbara chuckled. Matthew smiled gently.
"Home Run!"
They looked at the TV, and they saw that the Red Sox scored a home run with two people on the bases.
"Score is now 1-3, with Red Sox in the lead!"
"Dammit!" Alfred yelled.
Barbara gasped. "Alfred! Don't use that language in my house!" She turned to Paul. "Paul, say something!"
However, Paul was too preoccupied with the game. "Dammit, the Yankees need to take out that pitcher!"
Barbara looked exhausted. "Ugh...men."
Matthew looked at her. "Don't put me in the same group as them, Mom..."
Barbara's face lit up and she immediately embraced Matthew. "I'm sorry, baby! I forgot, you take after my side of the family...the side with common sense!"
"Hey!" Alfred and Paul yelled at the same time. The whole family then laughed, and went back to watching the game.
Because this was a flashback, I wanted it to be a little short. Don't worry, I'll try to make the next chapters longer.
I hope you liked it!