The days following my return to Ludwig's home were peaceful. Felici soon figured out of Ludwig and I, informing a very unsurprised Kiku later that day. They didn't mind, Felici even encouraged me. After their daily training, he and I often walked out into the nearby forest, wandering and laughing among the trees together. I learned so much from him, like new songs and different ways of creating art. You could really understand the rich culture of Italy shining in him. It was beautiful to experience all the knew things he showed me. Felici explained a lot about the 'World Meetings' and of each different country. I knew Francis was not innocent, but after listening of his ways, I began to doubt my older brother. It was about two months after I returned that I learned big brother had a 'son'. Ludwig told me about the representative of Canada, his real name Matthew, and how my big brother had raised him. That information confused me, seeing as how Francis and I were the only Bonnefoy's left, as far as I knew. Why would big brother lie to me about something like that? It upset me, not that I would show it. Ludwig and the other two seemed far too busy with training and other duties. It was a week before my 20th birthday, and I didn't even feel like celebrating. I laid out on the prickly grass as the men trained, soaking the warm summer sun into my pale body. It was relaxing, and took my mind off of life for a good hour or two. That is, until I was alerted by the roaring rumble of an old car. I whipped my head over, seeing an old black model park outside of the house. The shiny door swung open, and out stepped four men, all blonde, and I recognized Francis among them. Felici ran from the field to them, greeting them warmly. My eyes scanned them, and I picked out America's enthusiastic eyes. I rose to my feet, and jogged to greet them. I hugged America, and Francis kissed my cheek. Avoiding his eyes, I honored his existence. I was still upset with him. I turned to the other two men. "Bonjour! My name is Holly Bonnefoy." I greeted, bowing formally. They smiled, and the older man, with really bushy eyebrows, held out his hand. I took it, giving it a firm shake. "Hello. I'm Arthur Kirkland. But they all know me as England." His English accent was thick and smooth. The younger man smiled at me. "Hi... I'm Canada..." He said quietly. Something twanged in my mind. So this was Matthew, big brother's son. Made sense that he was with them know. I returned his smile, hiding my rising frustration. "It's nice to meet both of you." I cringed on both, biting my tongue. Ludwig snuck up behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "What are you doing here, France?" He asked, giving my shoulder a light squeeze. He must have noticed my frustration. Big brother was oblivious to his gesture towards me, while America cocked his brow at me. "Well, I came to celebrate with my sister a week early." Francis mumbled. Ludwig gave him a confused look, as did Felici and a silent Kiku. "Celebrate what?" My face flushed, and I gave Ludwig an apologetic look. I must have forgotten. "What?! You haven't told them about your birthday, beauté?!" Felici's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped. "Your birthday is next week?!" Ludwig asked, a note of annoyance in his voice. I sighed, "Yeah... But I didn't think it was a big deal." I said, speaking as if was just Ludwig and I. "Of course it is a big deal, Bella! It's marking one more year of you life!" Felici gasped, his eyes perking with tears. They faded quickly, and you could see the gears of an idea forming in his head. "I'll make some pasta!" He squealed, nearly flying into the house. Arthur, Matthew, Kiku, and America followed, fearing Felici may burn down the house in his excitement. Ludwig and I watched them leave, unaware that Francis had his seething eyes all over Ludwig. Ludwig squeezed my shoulder affectionately, before following the others, leaving Francis and I alone. "Sooo, how far have you two gotten?" He cooed, his brow wagging. I froze, my cheeks turning crimson. "W-what do you mean?!" I stuttered, jerking towards his blue eyes. He chuckled, "I mean Germany, beauté. I'm not stupid, and when it comes down to love, I can smell it a mile away." Francis grinned. A chill ran up my spine. I rubbed the back of my neck nervously, my other hand tugging at the hem of my shirt. "Ummm... all the way...." I murmured, answering his earlier question. Francis laughed in triumph, then gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "I guess I'll have to speak with Germany, hmm~?" My cheeks flushed. This should be interesting.

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Francis and I entered the house to the tangy scent of freshly made tomato sauce. Ludwig and America were arguing over war strategies in the living area, while Arthur sat on the couch with a very quiet Canada. Felici was in the kitchen, singing 'Sweet Nightingale' in Italian. I excused myself to my room for a few minutes, allowing brother to further embarrass me by lecturing Ludwig. Upon entering the room, I went straight to the mirror. My bruise was gone now, and the 'accident' only a strange memory. My world had changed in such a short time. I used to be alone, only seeing my brother on joyous occasions. I was like Francis in the romance aspect, yet I was much more subtle with my seductions. I was never as bold with men as I was with Ludwig. My hair had grown, and seemed a few shades lighter from being in the sun often. my skin was still pale, yet not the sickly white it was before. Now it held a healthy peach color. Even my eyes seemed brighter, free of their usual darks rings under them. My body had grown also, my breasts filling in better. I had gained some much needed weight from Kiku and Felici's cooking, and worked it all out into a toned stomach. I had become so much healthier looking, and my personality seemed to change as well. I was happier, more active, and curious about the world around me. My thoughts were jerked to alert when my ears picked up the clicking of the door being shut. I turned to see my brother,who looked rather irritated. "So... Germany told me..." My heart stopped, and the thought of Ludwig and I's secret flew through my mind. "Brother, please I can explain...!" He cocked a brow. "Why would you have to explain? I'm the one that kept the secret." I was quiet for a moment. "Huh?" "Holly, don't play dumb. I know that you know of Matthew." Relief washed over me, but was quickly taken over by anger. I crossed my arms, "I really don't want to talk about it." I pointed bluntly. He sighed, "There is something I have to tell you." He murmured, a serious tang in his voice. I looked him in the eye, signaling that I was listening. "Holly, I'm not really your brother..." He paused a moment, and took a deep breath. "I'm your father."