Welcome everyone to my new story: Chasing Nightmares.

I don't really have much to say besides that this plot bunny has been chasing (haha) me in my dreams for a few nights and I just had to write it out before I forget and before classes restart /sadface/.

Also, I do not own the cover picture. Not mine but beautiful. Credit goes completely to pixiv member _ illust . php? mode=medium & illust _ id = 4154153 [no spaces, of course].

Thank you and please enjoy~

Warnings: None.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia.

Itallics=Flashback

"Alfred! I thought I told you to put these away!" Yao yelled, his voice echoing through the narrow hall of the orphanage. The orphanage itself was not the largest of houses, two floors and decent amount of space for the children without families to live, but it was all the money the government gave to the Chinese immigrant to rent it out.

A small blonde boy peeked out of one of the rooms. "I'm not Alfred, I'm Captain America!" The young child zoomed past the Chinese man wearing his red sheets as a cape while dodging the action figures and toy cars that littered on the stained carpet.

"Well, Captain America," he started dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe you can find Alfred and tell him to clean up his toys," he said in a calm voice.

The young blonde, presumably named Alfred, crossed his arms over his chest and managed to wrinkle his blue tee shirt. "It wasn't Alfred. It was the evil Joker! He framed me!"

Yao sighed and placed a hand on his hip and reiterated "you know we are having guests today. Please tidy up."

Alfred's lips aligned as the doorbell rang.

"That must be them, aru!" the social worker said racing towards the door, leaving Alfred to return to his room without cleaning his toy;, no surprise there.

"Hello there," Yao said greeting the two blondes at the door.

The shorter of the two smiled warmly and shook the dark haired man's hair. Other than his oddly large eyebrows, the adult looked properly groomed. His hair was slicked back and his outfit was a plain brown suit with a green tie to match his piercing emerald eyes. He looked like a perfect candidate for adoption. "Good morning to you, I am Arthur and this is Francis."

Instead of shaking the elder's hand, Francis placed a warm kiss on the back of his palm, which Yao almost immediately wiped off on his red blazer. Francis was dressed more casual than his partner's. His outfit was a white suit with matching loafers, and his silky blonde hair seemed to caress his face naturally. "Pleasure is all mine."

"Please, come inside, aru," he said motioning for the couple to follow him before shutting the white front door behind them. "I will first show you to the nursery."

The two nodded simultaneously and were brought into the first door on the in a long hallway. The room was painted in baby blue with white clouds and stars for decoration.

"Aw, look at this one," Francis gawked cooing at a small brunette child with rosy red cheeks. The little girl, no older than one, giggled when he tickled her bare stomach.

Arthur walked over to his husband and gaped. "She is beautiful," he said as the girl smiled toothlessly.

"I think she likes you," he said with a grin.

The Englishman nodded. "Yes, yes, but I thought we agreed on a male."

The older blonde pouted. "Mon Cherie," he whined yet complied his lover's statement and waved goodbye to the young girl.

"Who do we have here? A stowaway?" Francis laughed practically scaring the young five year olds hiding behind the plant.

Yao rolled his copper eyes. His Chinese accent thickened when he shouted "Alfred! I told you to clean up your toys, aru!"

"I did," he lied stumbling out of the shrub along with another who looked identical to him. The two had sandy blonde tresses reaching no longer than shoulder length with faces built identically which led the couple to believe they were brothers, if not twins.

"Are you Alfred?" Arthur asked bending down to the blue eyed blonde's level.

The five year old nodded and rubbed his eyes with his chubby fingers. "Who are you? Are you here to adopt us?"

The violet eyed blonde elbowed his brother in the gut.

"Ouch! Mattie!" he said rubbing his throbbing stomach.

Francis chuckled warmly. "These two have some…spunk. Arthur, I think my mind is made up. We are adopting these boys."

Yao smiled and clapped his hands together. "I will go get the paperwork for you two."

"Alfred!" Arthur called from the main room. He was sitting on an unappealing brown sofa he bought when moving into the townhouse and sealed the last of the brown boxes filled with fine china with duct tape. "Bring down your boxes so we can leave!"

Alfred groaned pulling the covers over his head and turned onto his stomach. He had another one of those nightmares last night which meant he had close to no sleep. "Five minutes, Artie."

Arthur scowled at his nickname. Albeit, Alfred never called him father or dad but he at least wanted to be called Arthur not Artie. "This instant, young man!"

Alfred tore the cobalt covers from his warm body and sighed. "I'm coming! Don't get your knickers in a twist." He quickly stripped down from his red pajamas into ripped jeans and a black band shirt that was tattered near the fringes due to its age. He pulled each arm through his authentic WWII bomber jacket before grabbing his grey wired glasses and balancing them on the bridge of his nose.

"The car is leaving in five minutes, with or without you," the older of the two informed and heaved himself off the couch with the last box tangled in his arms.

Alfred rolled his eyes and packed up the rest of his clothes and remaining items into his blue backpack. He hauled the bag onto his back and joined his father downstairs. "I don't see why we have to move anyways."

Arthur ruffled his son's corn colored hair trying to smooth down the one strand of hair that seemed to defy gravity itself. "I thought you liked Canada," he said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

He rolled his sapphire eyes and followed Arthur out of the house to finish loading up their black hatchback. He was only in Canada twice: one was for a school skiing trip and the other for the Olympics. "Yeah, when we visit," he muttered stuffing a box into the trunk.

"Careful with that!" Arthur scolded.

Alfred exhaled kicking a stray rock from the hardly paved driveway. "And why Canada? It's one thing moving to another state, but another country!"

"I thought we agreed we wouldn't whine about this," Arthur reprimanded.

He pouted. "I'm not whining."

Arthur placed a hand on his hip and sighed. "Alfie," his started in a fatherly tone. "You'll make new friends there. Anyways, you met Francis and he is nice enough to take us in."

"Rooming with your perverted college roommate. Fun," Alfred mumbled rolling his eyes for emphasis.

"He's not perverted!" Arthur exclaimed closing the door to the trunk.

Alfred rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"You're still a bit cranky. Did you have another nightmare?"

Alfred nodded. "The one with the man with the purple eyes."

Arthur shook his head and adjusted his mirrors. "That crazy man can't get you while I'm around," he assured him with a grin wanting to wrap his arms around his trembling son. "Just go back to sleep. I'll wake you for pit stops."

Alfred just nodded and laid his head down on the plush seats.

"Papa?" Matthew asked rubbing his eyes and still in his maple leaf pajamas. He was awoken by the sweet aroma of his father frying eggs and baking other confections.

"Oui Mathieu?" he asked placing a plate of eggs, sausage and pancakes drowned in syrup in front of the teen before returning to the oven.

He arched a golden eyebrow looking at the plate of food. He couldn't finish all of this food himself, and Francis was still making more. "What's with all the food? Feeding an army?"

Francis laughed untying the white apron from his torso. "I can't cook breakfast for my own son without being criticized?"

"Did someone die or something?" he asked hesitantly taking a bite out of the buttermilk pancakes. Albeit Matthew's pancakes were better, but Francis' were heavenly as well.

Francis looked appalled and wiped fake tears away with a napkin. "Why would you even think that?"

"You never make me breakfast. What's the occasion?"

Francis sighed and rested his face in his palms. "I arranged for my college roommate to come with his son and live for a while."'

"The pervert?"

Francis ruffled the boy's silky blonde hair and playing with his stray curl. "He's not a pervert and either is his son. I met them a few times as did you."

"Is he the guy you like?" he asked in a teasing tone with a giggle.

A light pink blush tinted the elder blonde's cheeks. "Maybe…"

Matthew slapped his arm. "Dude that's gross, he's married with kids!"

The doorbell rang interrupting their discussion.

"Coming!" Francis called a bit too cheery.

He waltzed over to the door opening it to see two blondes standing on his doorstep. "Francis? Is that really you?"

Francis pulled the two blondes into a giant hug, which Alfred did not enjoy one bit. "It's so nice to see you again!"

"We met?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow and pulled out of his embrace. He couldn't match Francis' pale face, sea blue eyes and flowing gold hair with any of his memories.

He chuckled. "Of course we have, little Alfie."

He glared dangerously. "Only Artie calls me that."

"He still calls you Artie?" Francis cooed. "Well, my son is in the kitchen. Why don't you bring him out to the main room, we have some news to tell you."

Alfred rolled his eyes but agreed. He didn't really like Francis so far, or Canada, but he would force himself to enjoy it for the sake of his father. He peaked his blonde head into the open room and stated "hey, dude, your dad wants you out in the main room."

Matthew looked up from trying to make a dent in his food. "Nice to meet you, Alfred."

His sapphire irises widened. "Whoa, you look like me."

And Alfred was right, of course. The two shared the same sandy blonde hair color and average body and face structure. The only minor differences were the length of their hair, Matthew's being longer, and their eye color.

"Arthur, look! We could be twins or something!" Alfred exclaimed bouncing happily into the main room pulling Matthew along with him by the wrist.

Francis sighed sitting on his white loveseat with a full glass of white champagne in his hands. "Looks like they found out our surprise."

"Huh?" the violet eyed blonde asked a tad confused.

"You two are twins."

TBC?

A/N: Okay so you are confused, right?

This is all you need to know right now: Matthew and Alfred were adopted by Francis and Arthur and they were somehow separated (reasons unknown, YET) and are, now, reunited years later.

The top part Matthew and Alfred are five and now they are sixteen-ish.

Woah, long chapter, but that could just be A/N. HAHAHA.

I've decided to write in sentence form since the paragraphs made my eyes hurt and I feel this is more effective. Yes? No? Maybe so? I don't know a lot of other authors have it like this and I thought I might try it (Q_Q)

Also please vote on my profile for which Disney movie I should write a fanfic based off of :) [Yes I love Disney, problem?]

I might end up scraping this, it's stupid and overused.

Cookies for anyone who guesses who the mystery purple eyes man is in Alfred's dream.

Reviews please? Always appreciated and help fuel me to continue.

May or may not see you for a second chapter.