Hello! It is me, and I am back with another story. This one has been in my head for sometime now, so I have decided to write it. I hope you all enjoy!

Dani

Disclaimer: Dani never has and never shall own Hetalia, at least until the day she wins the lottery.

Arthur sighed, and rested his head in his hand as he doodled on his pad. Yet another World Meeting that had descended into chaos, and this time he wasn't joining in the arguing. He ducked as a shoe flew over his head and hit the wall behind him. He could not be bothered with this today. He turned his head to the side and saw Matthew and Leon talking together, ignoring everything that was going on around them. Arthur let a smile cross his lips, knowing what the boys were discussing. He got up and made his way over to them, sitting in the empty seat next to Matthew.

"How are the plans for your joint party going then boys?" He asked them, speaking slightly louder than usual so they could hear him over the arguing between Roderich and Vash to their right. Matthew jumped slightly, and turned to Arthur with his usual soft smile.

"Oh, hello Arthur," He said in his normal soft voice, so Arthur had to lean forward to hear him over the shouting coming from Gilbert. "The planning is going okay, I guess but we –"

"We can't decide where to have the party." Leon finished. "I want to have it in Hong Kong, but Mattie wants to have it in Canada."

Arthur smiled and let out a slight chuckle. "Well how about a compromise? Have it at my house?"

Matthew shook his head. "Oh no, we couldn't impose upon you Arthur! That would be unfair on you!"

Arthur laughed lightly and laid a hand on Matthew's shoulder. "Matthew, you are my sons. You boys could never impose on me. And I would love it if you were to celebrate at my house. Also the next World Meeting is going to be the following day at mine anyway. It makes sense as then everyone won't have to do any travelling overnight and cut your party short."

Matthew and Leon looked at each other, then their faces split into giant grins. "Thanks Dad!" The chorus before both hugging Arthur, who laughed and returned their hug.

"Any time lads," He said gently and he ruffled their hair.

When they broke the hug and sat down again, Matthew looked at Arthur out the corner of his eye. "I..um.." He started the trailed off looking at the table.

Arthur tilted his head slightly looking at the shy Canadian. "What is it lad? You know you can say anything to me."

Matthew looked up again and took a breath. "I take it you got the invite from Al to go to his birthday." He said quietly. Leon shot him a shocked look as Arthur paused for a moment.

"Yes," Arthur answered slowly, looking over to where Alfred was talking loudly to Kiku and Feliciano. "I got the invite."

"And are you going to go this year?" Matthew asked, while Leon elbowed him in the side, trying to tell him to shut up.

Arthur looked back around at Matthew with a small sad smile. "I'm not sure lad. I suppose I will have to go to one soon. I mean I have been avoiding them for over 200 years now, but one day I won't be able to avoid it."

Leon looked over at Arthur. "You don't have to go it you don't want to. No one is going to force you." He sent a glare at Matthew, who blushed and looked at his lap.

Arthur sighed and looked at the boys. "I know Leon. But I have to go to one soon."

Matthew peeked up. "We could stay with you after the World Meeting if you want."

Arthur gave him a sad smile and ruffled his hair. "Thank you for the offer but I won't have you missing your brother's birthday." He looked over at Alfred who was laughing loudly. "But I think this year I will go to his birthday."

Leon frowned. "Are you sure you really want to go Arthur?"

Arthur nodded. "Yes. I think it is time I got over it. And I am sure it will make him happy."

Matthew gave Arthur a small smile. "I'm sure it will be the best present he ever got." Leon was still frowning slightly but then shrugged, turning back to the note pad with the plans for the joint party and wrote something down. Matthew looked at the notebook too. "Looks like we have everything planned now," Matthew said, then turned to Arthur. "You don't mind if we come over the week before to start setting up do you?"

Arthur smiled. "Of course not. I would love to have the two of you over, and of course help out with the preparations."

Matthew opened his mouth to respond when a loud, angry German voice rose above all the noise.

"Will you all shut up and sit down so we can get this meeting over with!" Ludwig yelled, making many of the nations in the room jump and some even let out yelps of surprise.

Arthur gave Matthew and Leon a smile. "I had better get back to my seat. I will talk to you after the meeting to discuss when you can come over, alright?" Both of the nations nodded and Arthur made his way back over to his seat next to Francis.

Francis raised an eyebrow at the small smile on Arthur's face. "And what are you so happy about mon cher? Usually you are grouchier than normally when it is this close to that day."

Arthur just shrugged. "I guess I have just moved on."

Francis looked at Arthur in shock. "Moved on? Lapin, you never just 'move on'! What has happened?"

Arthur smiled gently at Francis. "Well Matthew and Leon are also going to be celebrating their birthdays at my house this year. Plus," he looked over at Alfred again. "I just guess it is time to get over it. It has been 300 years after all."

Francis finally smiled at Arthur. "That is good mon cher. I dislike seeing you so sad all the time. Plus you are no fun to tease when you are in that sort of mood."

Arthur snorted. "And the truth comes out in the end Frog."

"But of course Rosbif, it always will."

At that moment Ludwig started talking again, so the two European nations stopped talking and turned their attention to Ludwig, not wanting to annoy the already irate nation any more.

Several hours later Ludwig stood up again. "Right, as you all know the next World Meeting is being held in England in two weeks time. So you had better all be ready for it!" He glared at the nations who always turned up to the Meetings unprepared, then turned to Arthur. "Anything you would like to inform everyone of before we go?"

Arthur stood. "Yes there is." He turned to the rest of the nations. "As I am sure you all know, the day before the World Meeting will be the birthday of both Leon and Matthew." A few nations frowned at the last name mentioned. Arthur frowned. "Matthew, Canada, my son." The nations all nodded quickly not wanting to be on the wrong end of the island nation's anger. Arthur's smile returned. "We will be celebrating their birthday at my house. No doubt you will be getting invites within the next few days, but I thought I would just let you know now, so that you know to book your hotel rooms for an extra couple of days so you will be there at the party." He nodded to Ludwig and then sat down again.

Ludwig stood up. "Well if that is all, then that marks the end of this Meeting, I would like –" The rest of his words were drowned out as everyone cheered and began gathering their things, talking among themselves and making plans with what to do for the rest of the evening. Then Alfred leaped up onto the table.

"Yo dudes!" He yelled over the noise. "Don't forget! My amazing heroic birthday is coming up! No doubt you have all got your invites by now, but don't forget! It is going to be the biggest and bestest party I have ever thrown! So be there or be square!"

Arthur sighed and shook his head., while Francis chuckled next to him. "Young Amerique will never change, oui?"

"No, it seems he won't. But I wish he would stop butchering the Queen's English. It is a disgrace." Arthur muttered as he forced the last of his papers in to his briefcase. He stood up straight and caught sight of Matthew, Leon and Keith making their way over to him. "While I would love to chat more Frog, I have to go." He said. "Hopefully I won't see you anytime soon."

Francis snorted. "As if I would willingly come to visit the Black Sheep!" He said then walked off to join Gilbert and Antonio. Arthur shook his head and then met the boys half way.

"Shall we go to that café down the road?" Matthew suggested. "It seemed like they serve good tea."

The rest nodded and they made their way out of the conference building making light talk and nodding or waving to anyone who spoke to them. Once in the café they sat down and Arthur sighed and stretched his arms above his head. "I am glad that Meeting is over. If it had gone on any longer I may have ended up strangling the Frog."

Keith laughed. "I would have paid to see that. I was having trouble keeping Jack awake. Apparently there have been some problems with his sheep, and he hasn't been getting much sleep."

Arthur frowned. "That isn't good. Maybe he should talk to Rhys about it? I'm sure he will know how to help."

Keith nodded. "I will tell him that." At that moment a waitress appeared at the table asking for their order. All four men ordered tea's of different varieties, and a slice of cake. The waitress nodded and went off to deal with their order.

Arthur looked at his three sons with a light smile, watching them interact. It seemed like they were all in their element, talking and joking with each other. Even Matthew was talking louder than he usually did, laughing more often and teasing his two brothers with vigor. Arthur was happy that he had at least got one thing right while raising his children that they were all connected by a family bond, and even now knew that they could depend on each other. Matthew especially seemed to come out of his shell when he was around his brothers and sisters, acting with more confidence than he did around the rest of the world. Seeing Matthew like this always put Arthur's mind to rest, for he would always worry about his son, and the fact that everyone always seemed to forget him. But when he saw Matthew with his brothers, he always knew that no matter what, Matthew had a close family to turn to if he needed them, a family that could never and would never forget him. That was one of the reasons that Arthur wanted Matthew and Leon to celebrate their birthday at his home, not only to resolve their one and only problem, but also to show them, but mostly Matthew, that no matter what, even though they had grown up and become their own nations, they were still a family, and his door would always be open for them.

"Hey Dad! You drifting off there?" Keith asked with a grin. "Or are the fae talking to you again?"

Leon and Matthew laughed as Arthur sat up straight and looked at Keith with a mock frown. "Don't talk to me like that young man or you won't get any cake!" Arthur said wagging a finger at Keith.

"But Daaaaad!" Keith said in a whiny voice. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"That doesn't matter! If I say you have been naughty you have, and I get your cake!" Arthur said trying to hold back a smile.

"Noooooo! Don't take my cake!" Keith whined. "You're so mean!" At this point Matthew and Leon were doubled over in fits of laughter, just as the waitress returned and placed their drinks and cakes down. Arthur winked at Keith, and they grabbed Matthew and Leon's cakes and put them next to their own, with innocent looks on their faces. When Matthew and Leon calmed down and wiped the tears from their eyes, they turned to their drinks the paused.

"Where are our cakes?" Matthew said, confused.

"I have no idea lad, do you Keith?" Arthur said looking at Keith, who was trying to keep a straight face.

"No, I don't know either!" Keith said, trying to keep back his laughter. At this Leon looked over at Keith and saw his cake in front of him.

"Oi! Give me back my cake!" Leon said making a grab for it, but Keith was quicker and held it out of Leon's reach.

"Nope! It is mine now!" He said with a large grin, which quickly faded when the cake was taken from his hand and placed in front of Leon.

"Now then Artie, Keith, are you being mean to Leon and wee Mata?" Asked a Scottish accented voice from behind Arthur. Arthur whirled around to see his older brother standing there, arms crossed and a fag drooping from his smiling mouth.

"Alistair!" Arthur exclaimed, standing up to give his brother a quick hug. "What the devil are you doing in France?"

Alistair grinned as he grabbed a chair and sat down between Arthur and Matthew. "I thought I would pop over and see how the Frenchy was doing. Plus he invited me to go out tonight with him, Gil, Toni and Matthias."

Arthur snorted. "I should have known alcohol was involved somewhere." He winced when Alistair clipped him over the back of the head, which caused Keith, Leon and Matthew to laugh.

Alistair turned to the boys. "And how are my three favourite nephew's doing? Keeping the old man company?"

"If I'm an old man what does that make you?" Arthur inquired taking a sip of his tea. Alistair chose to ignore that remark.

"No, Dad is helping us plan our party." Matthew said smiling at Alistair.

Alistair grinned back. "That's right it's yours and Leon's birthday in two weeks isn't it! Where you having the party? You decided yet."

"They are having it at Dad's." Keith informed Alistair with a grin. "He is letting us mess his house up again!"

Alistair looked at Arthur. "Is that right?" He gave Arthur a look that seemed to penetrate right into his soul and told Arthur that Alistair knew the true reason that Arthur was allowing the boys to have the party at his house.

"Indeed it is, I mean it is a good compromise, rather than them having to decide whether to have it in Canada or Hong Kong." Arthur said, staring right back at Alistair and silently telling him to keep his mouth shut. Matthew looked between Arthur and Alistair catching the undercurrents, but he kept quiet, not wanting to say anything to upset Arthur when he seemed so happy.

Alistair seemed to get what Arthur wanted and turned to Matthew and the others. "So then Mata, I take it you boys are going to be having alcohol at this party. Want me to bring some of my whiskey? And I am sure that Seamus and Paddy will happily bring their Guinness."

Leon and Keith broke into wide grins. "They had better bring some!" Keith said, "Then we can drink it all and make them drink some of my Fosters!"

Alistair and Arthur laughed. "If you ever get that to happen, the world will end!" Arthur chuckled. "You know they won't drink any beer that isn't from Ireland!"

Keith and Leon's grins turned mischievous. "We will get it to happen" Leon said.

"No firecrackers Leon!" Arthur said quickly. "I do want my house to be in one piece at the end of the night!"

Leon pouted. "But Daaad!"He whined, causing the rest of them to crease up in laughter at the look on Leon's face.

Less than a week later, Arthur was back in a café, but this time, it was not for a relaxing drink with his family. This time he was sitting with some annoying politicians, talking politics. Arthur lent back in his seat, wishing that he could be with his sons again, but he knew that this meeting was needed, so they could deal with the economy. Arthur sat back and listen to the men around him argue though, not really wanting to get involved in the argument.

Arthur really hated having to come to these meetings. They got just as much done as the nations did during the World Meetings. So nothing. All that happened was they argued, drank tea, and argued some more. It was a waste of Arthur's time when he could be doing something useful like his paper work, or gardening, or even starting the preparations for Matthew, Keith and Leon, who were going to be arriving in a couple of days time to start setting up the house for the party.

Arthur was pulled back to the present when one of the men slammed his hand down on the table, causing the drinks to spill. "This will just not do! The Vantage is a much better car than the Carrera!"

Arthur groaned and buried his face in his hands. They weren't even talking politics! Why am I even here! He thought despairingly. Then he saw the fact that the drinks had all been spilt and let out a small moan. The politician next to him patted his arm. "Don't worry Mr Kirkland, I will go get some more tea for you." Arthur turned to the man with a grateful smile. This man was new, having only been assigned to Arthur a few weeks before; but Arthur had grown to be quite fond of the man, who worked hard and went out of his way to keep Arthur happy. Arthur nodded thankfully as the man stood up and made his way over to the counter. Arthur sat back in his seat, and let the droning voices of the politicians wash over him. Finally the man, Arthur remembered he was called Adam, came back bearing a fresh cup of tea for him. "Here you go Mr Kirkland. I hope you enjoy it." Adam said with a smile that lit up his blue eyes as he ran a hand through his long brown hair.

"Thank you Adam." Arthur said, taking the cup and taking a sip with a small sigh. "Hopefully this will make the rest of this meeting more bearable." He lent back in his seat and went back to listening to the politicians while drinking his tea.

As the meeting went on Arthur started to feel a bit light-headed, and could feel his eyes growing heavy. He shook himself and sat up straighter, in his seat, finishing off his tea, hoping it would wake him up. Finally the meeting ended and everyone started to get up. Arthur stood and began to shake the politicians' hands, saying his farewells, then he picked up his bag and left the café. He still felt light-headed so he flagged down a black cab and got in giving his address to the driver. He lent back in the seat, trying to keep his eyes open. He didn't understand why he was so tired, he was fine this morning. Just as the driver turned into his drive, Arthur decided that he would go to bed, as soon as he had had something to eat. With a slight groan of effort Arthur lent forward and paid the driver then got out of the cab, making his way shakily to the front door. He fell against the doorway as the world began to spin. Don't tell me I am ill! He thought as he dug in his pocket for his key. I don't want to be ill for the boys' birthday. Somehow Arthur managed to get the key into the lock and open the front door. He stumbled into the hall, and bumped against the table in the hall, causing all the pictures there to fall over. He slumped against the wall, holding his head as the world span faster and faster. "What the bloody hell?" He muttered as he lost his footing and fell to the floor. He tried to push himself up, but found that he had no energy at all. He groaned, as his eyelids began to flutter, seeming to get heavier and heavier. Just before his eyes closed Arthur heard footsteps approaching him and someone knelt down next to him. "Sleep well, Mr Kirkland." A voice said above him, and then his world turned to black.

Slowly Arthur felt himself waking up. His kept his eyes closed as his head throbbed mercilessly. He let a small groan escape his lips. What the hell had he drunk last night? He didn't remember Gilbert and Matthias coming over, but they had obviously gone out drinking if his headache was anything to go by. With another groan, Arthur went to raise his hands to rub his face, but found he couldn't move his hands. Arthur's eyes snapped open as he began to tug frantically at his wrists, but his wrists were strapped down to the table he was on. Arthur looked around feeling fear rising in his throat. The room he was in was white and the smell of bleach was strong in his nostrils. Around the table he was strapped to where machines that Arthur was sure he had seen in hospitals. Am I in hospital? Arthur thought to himself, as he continued to tug at the straps on his wrists, trying desperately to break them. Then Arthur realised that if he was in hospital he wouldn't be strapped down.

You need to calm down. He told himself. Think, Arthur. What is the last thing you remember? Arthur closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, and thought back. He had been having tea with Keith, Leon and Matthew…no, wait that was last week. He had been having that meeting about the economy with the politicians. He remembered that he had started to feel light-headed so he took a cab home. Arthur's eyes opened as it came back to him fully. He had collapsed in his house and someone had come in. Arthur had recognised the voice that had spoken to him, but he couldn't place it. Arthur knew something was very wrong and he had to get out of there. He began to struggle against the straps again, trying to free at even one hand, but the straps were tight and he couldn't break them. He knew he wouldn't be escaping by himself; all he could do was hope that someone would notice he was missing, then come find him. But that didn't mean he would give up trying to free himself, so he continued to fight against the straps holding him.

Around 10 minutes later, Arthur heard a door open behind him, out of his line of sight. He stopped struggling as he listened to footsteps approaching him. "Who is there?" He called out, trying to crane his neck to see the person in the room with him.

"Oh. You are awake." A male voice said, causing Arthur to freeze wide eyed. He knew that voice. But no, it couldn't be. He trusted him, it wouldn't, he couldn't…could he? The footsteps stopped right next to the table and Arthur stared up into a pair of blue eyes. "I'm surprised, that kind of dose usually puts someone out for at least 3 days." The eyes seemed to rake over Arthur's body, which made Arthur realise he was no longer in his suit, but a flimsy hospital like gown. The eyes snapped to meet Arthur's again. "And yet you have only been out for a few hours. Why is that, Mr Kirkland?"

All Arthur could do was stare at Adam, unable to believe that it was him who had done this. Adam watched Arthur for a moment before laughing. "What? You really think I am just so low level politician who makes you tea?" Adam stopped laughing. "I am part of a group of scientists and researchers, who have been watching you for some time Mr Kirkland."

Arthur finally found his voice. "What do you mean watching me? I am no one important. What would a group of scientist want with me? Who are you really? Is your name even Adam Jenkins?"

Adam began to walk over to the machines, starting to plug them in and press buttons. "No, that is not my real name. But I'm afraid I won't be telling you my true name, or the name of the other scientists and researchers I work with. So I guess you can just carry on knowing me as Adam. But neither are you just some unimportant politician are you, Mr Kirkland? When I say that the group has been watching you for some time, I mean a long time." He came back over to Arthur with some wires and needles, and began to attach them to Arthur. Arthur tried to move away, but the straps allowed very little movement, and Arthur's attempts simply made Adam snort. "There is no point in struggling." He informed him pushing another needle into Arthur's arm. "As I was saying, this group has been watching you since it was founded." Adam stopped to stare into Arthur's eyes. "Would you like to know when this group was founded Mr Kirkland?"

Arthur swallowed, knowing that he was going to be told even if he didn't want to know. But still he nodded, still not quite understanding what was going on.

Adam smiled. "The group was founded in 1813, Mr Kirkland." He went back to the machine and pressed some more buttons. "That is 200 years ago. And yet you haven't seemed to change at all. Despite the fact that you are over 200 years old. Why is that Mr Kirkland?"

Arthur swallowed again and closed his eyes. This wasn't good. Of course all the high ups in the government knew what Arthur really was, but now a group of humans had found something out about him. This wasn't meant to happen, this was bad. Arthur knew he couldn't tell the truth, who would believe that he was the personification of England? And that he had lived for over 2000 years? So Arthur decided to keep his mouth shut. "I have no idea what you are talking about." He said. "I am only 23 years old, for god's sake. I'm not over 200 years old!"

Adam looked over to him. "So how do you explain the fact that this group has been watching Arthur Kirkland for 200 years?"

"Every first born male is called Arthur! It is a family tradition!" Arthur shouted, beginning to struggle again.

"And yet Arthur Kirkland has never been married." Adam grinned down at Arthur. "We know everything about you Mr Kirkland. Except what you are, and why you have lived for over 200 years yet have not aged a day."

Arthur didn't know what to do. He couldn't carry on lying if they already seemed to know so much about him. He continued to struggle, but to his horror he realised that his body was seemingly becoming heavier and heavier, making it harder to move. "What have you done to me?" Arthur asked, practically shouted.

Adam just smiled. "Just gave you a drug to relax your muscles. We don't want you to struggle just at the wrong point now do we?"

Arthur looked up at Adam. "Please, let me go." Never before had Arthur begged, but he realised that this situation was like nothing he had ever been in. Before Arthur had always been in control of the situation, there had been rules, lines you never crossed, even during wars. But he knew that here, there were no limits, there were no rules. These people, this group, they didn't know who or what Arthur was, but they seemed determined to find out, and Arthur didn't want to know what lengths they would go too to discover the truth.

Adam looked down at Arthur. "Now why would we do that when we only just got you here?" He moved closer to Arthur. "Don't you realise what you are going to help do? If we can find out what it is that has made you live for 200 years, without aging, without developing illness or cancer, we can use that to save hundreds of lives! Your body might hold the key to the cure for cancer, AIDS, dementia, and so many other illnesses. We can't pass up on that chance."

Arthur tried to move but his body would no longer react. "Don't do this, it isn't what you think! You have to let me go!" Arthur was shouting now, panicked and trapped unable to move yet desperate to get away.

Adam moved across the room. "I'm sorry Mr Kirkland. But you no longer have any say in this. As of two hours ago, Arthur Kirkland ceased to exist."

Arthur stared after Adam. "W-what do you mean?"

"Two hours ago, Arthur Kirkland was driving home when he fell asleep at the wheel. He crashed his car, which burst into flames before the ambulance and fire brigade could get there. Arthur Kirkland died in that crash." Adam turned holding a tray in his hands. "So you see, as you no longer exist, you don't have any rights; which allows us to do whatever we want to you, without fear of prosecution from the law; because a dead man can't testify." Adam smiled down at Arthur as he lay the tray down next to him. "Now that the drugs have taken effect I want to start the first test. I want to know how fast you heal."

Arthur tried to shake his head. "No, just let me go! You can't do this! You don't know who I am!" He was yelling at the top of his voice, panic and fear like he had never felt before was coursing through him, and being unable to fight, Arthur yelled, hoping that someone, anyone would hear him and save him from this hell.

Adam just sighed. "Now I don't want to have to put up with you yelling all the time, but I don't want to gag you in case you choke." He paused and looked down at the instruments on the tray, then dug in his pocket pulling out a spool of black thread. He turned back to Arthur. "Well I think I have discovered a way to both test your ability to heal and keep you quiet." Arthur's eyes widened in fear as Adam reached down to the tray and picked up a needle. Arthur tried to move, in his mind he was thrashing against the straps, fighting to get as far away from this man as he could. But in reality, as Adam started to thread the needle, Arthur was lying as still as if he were dead, but screaming and yelling in fear and panic. Once Adam had finished preparing the needle he took Arthur's head in one hand and held the needle in the other. "Now this might hurt a bit." He said and plunged the needle through Arthur's top lip. Arthur screamed in pain as blood poured from the hole, but Adam continued, piercing Arthur's bottom lip and pulling the thread tight. Then he began again, shoving the needle through Arthur's top and bottom lip, forcing them together, even as Arthur screamed and begged; as the blood began to pour from the wounds inflicted, running down Arthur's face and neck, to pool on the table around his head. Adam didn't stop until Arthur had fallen silent and the only sound in the room was the drip of blood hitting the table under Arthur's head.

*Hides* Please don't kill me! R and R instead. All flames will be sent to keep Ivan's house warm. Until next chapter folks! Oh and if there are any mistakes please tell me, I won't bite honest XD

Human names (in order of appearance):

Arthur - England

Matthew - Canada

Leon - Hong Kong

Roderich - Austria

Vash - Switzerland

Gilbert - Prussia

Alfred - America

Feliciano - North Italy

Kiku - Japan

Ludwig - Germany

Francis - France

Keith - Australia

Antonio - Spain

Jack - New Zealand

Rhys - Wales

Alistair - Scotland

Matthias - Denmark

Seamus - Republic of Ireland

Patrick (Paddy) - Northern Ireland