I'm gonna get killed for this story. Dx
sorry for my Hetalia fangirlyness and long story (tried to make it short but couldnt). my gammer and stuff are fail.. xP
A ten year old boy was walking alone in the dark raining city. He was cold and had no where to go to, until he came to a building. He saw adults coming out of the building, "This meeting was not a meeting, if only Francis and Arthur would stop argueing and Alfred would stop calling himself the hero, aru," said the man with a baby panda on his back, "But I am the hero," replied the man with glasses and a strand of hair sticking up. The boy smiled and laughed silently until a man with a curled hair on his left side came up to him, "Ve~, are you lost? My name is Feliciano," questioned Feliciano. The boy was shocked and he froze.
A man that looks almost like Feliciano but his curl hair is on the right, looked at Feliciano and the boy.
"Veneziano, leave the kid alone."
"But brother, he's alone."
"Well I don't care, I want to go home because I'm tired."
"Ve, sorry about that, my brother is always like that..."
"Wait for me Romano!" yelled Feliciano as he turned away from the boy and followed his brother.
The boy was confused, did Feliciano's brother just called him Veneziano? As everyone left the building, only three people stayed behind, Alfred, a man with fuzzy eye brows, and a man that looks similar like Alfred but his hair was wavy and one strand was curly. Alfred looked at a boy and asked him, "What's your name, where are your parents?" the boy answered, "My name is Jacob, I was walking with my mommy from the store until the people in masks came and my mommy told me to run so I did. I heard a loud noise, when I looked at my mommy, I saw her on the ground. The people were gone, so I went back to her...I tried to wake her up but she didn't..." the boy began to cry and the men were shocked. Alfred hugged Jacob and asked if he had any other relatives and he replied with a no. "As of today, I will take you in as my son," said Alfred, something hit the man with the fuzzy eye brows, it was his past, remembering when he first found Alfred when he was just a toddler and adopting him as his little brother.
"Oh, I didn't get to introduce myself, my name is Alfred F. Jones," said Alfred, "I'm Arthur Kirkland and the person next to me is Matthew Williams." said the man with fuzzy eye brows, "I'm Alfred's brother by the way," said Matthew. Jacob felt happy that he's not alone anymore and the rain stopped.
Eight years had passed, the murders of Jacob's mom's death were found, he graduated from high school and getting ready for college. He felt his mother's warmth in him that she's happy for him. Even if eight years had passed, Jacob still wonder who is his adopted father, Alfred, really was cause he hasn't aged for years, also his Uncle Matthew and Arthur. Jacob went to look for Alfred and found him inside of a closet full of old stuff from the 1800's to present. "Dad, can I asked you something?" questioned Jacob, "You can ask me anything you want," answered Alfred, while digging into the chest. "Well...you haven't aged for awhile, no offense or anything...what are you anyway? You know a lot about the American history. Also Arthur knows a lot about British history and Uncle Matt knows a lot about Canadian history." asked Jacob. "Well looks like I don't have to hide it from you anyway," smiled Alfred, as he stood up and walked to Jacob. Jacob looked at him confused, "Jacob, I am your country, America, Arthur is England and Matt is Canada," answered Alfred with a smile and put his right hand on Jacob's head. Jacob was shocked, he heard about the human nations by his mom and in school but never met one until that rainy day. "Wow...a nation...I was wondering who is Feliciano or Veneziano and Romano? I know they're brothers but who are they anyway?" questioned Jacob, "Ah, you still remember that day, Feliciano aka Veneziano and Romano are both Italy, Feliciano is North Italy and Romano is South Italy, he's also known as Lovino. All those people you saw eight years ago were countries." answered Alfred, "I'll take you to the next World Conference and introduce them to you."
When that day came, Jacob was nervous but he was happy that he is going to meet the nations of the world. Alfred, America, was by his side smiling at him.
"I hope you're ready to meet them."
"I'm ready Dad...or should I call you America?"
"It does not matter son."
Jacob and Alfred opened the doors.
"Welcome to the World Conference, Jacob!"
nah jk self opinion but please have fun writing 
