America stayed on the couch with Ace the whole time after the man tried to take America's son away from him. He only ever got up to take care of Ace, to use the restroom or to eat something himself. It had been two days since the incident. Italy text America that he was returning home today around the afternoon. America was nervous for Italy to come home however. He was afraid that Italy would freak out about the new scars he has, how he got them, and why he got them, but most of all he was scared about Italy seeing his appearance. He still looked like when he changed and attacked the stranger. America knew exactly who he looked like too. Italy would flip out seeing 2p America holding his child and 1p America was nowhere to be seen. 'When is this going to wear off?! I don't want Feli to see me like this!' America thought as the front door opened. America stiffened up and didn't dare to move.

~~~Feliciano's POV~~~

"I'm-a home Alfred and Ace~! How are-a my two handsome me-" I froze at what I saw on the couch in front of me. Ace was smiling at me and I was happy, but the one holding him... My heart sunk and I became worried with why Ace was being held by him and that Alfred was gone. I didn't even want to speak, but I wanted to know where Alfred was and why he was here.

"A-Allen... W-why are-a you here..? Where's A-Alfred..?" I don't know what was up with him, but he didn't even move or make a sound. I wondered if he was maybe asleep, but Ace was smiling at him like Allen was saying something to him. I was about to speak again, but I stopped when Allen put down Ace. Ace ran up to me smiling and giggling. Why was Ace not afraid of a stranger holding him? I know Alfred and Allen look the same, but still... I picked up Ace and looked back at Allen. He stayed still in his spot for awhile, but then slowly stood up. He was then hesitant to turn around and that got me curious. Why doesn't he want to face me? I know for sure that he's not afraid of my 1p self, so why is he acting like this? I stepped a bit closer, but out of reach if he turned to get me.

"Allen..? What-a is it..?" I don't like the feeling of this... "Is there-a something wrong..?"

"Feli... Please don't call me that..."

He finally speaks, but why doesn't he want to be called by his name and why did he call me Feli?

"Ummm... 2p America?"

"No, Feliciano... I'm not Allen or 2p America."

He turned around to face me, but I was super confused. He still looked like 2p America. I looked puzzled at him and he started walking closer to Ace and I. Ace was reaching toward him smiling, but I was less eager to see him coming toward us. Whoever he is, smiled back and it didn't look like Allen's cocky grin. It looked as gentle and bright as Alfred's. Wait a minute...

"ALFRED?! IS THAT-A YOU?! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!" He leaned back like he was getting blow by a big gust of wind and held his hands to his ears. Did I yell that loud?

"Yes, it's me Feli! You didn't have to yell that loud... I'm probably deaf now..."

"I'm-a sorry, but really, what-a happened?"

"You might want to sit down..."

I sat on the couch next to Alfred with Ace on my lap and he explained to me what happened. I just sat there in shock staring wide-eyed at him. I started to tear up and then went full blown crying. He wrapped his arms around me and tried to calm me down. Ace didn't know what was going on and just stared at us. Alfred gripped me tighter and it felt so warm and comforting. I stay there a bit and when I look up at him I was shocked again. He's back to normal!!! My Alfred's back!!!

"You're-a back to normal!"

His bright blue eyes looked down at me with joy in them.

"What? I am?! Sweet!"

He started laughing and that brightened up my day. Ace started to laugh and I soon joined in. I'm so happy they're alright!

~~~3 years later~~~
~~~Alfred's POV~~~

Ace is 4yrs old now and he is the cutest little guy!!! It's so much fun to play with him! His favorite game to play is soccer and when you see him running around kicking the ball, you just want to die from happiness and cuteness overload! Ace is playing soccer now with Feliciano and again, they're the cutest duo! I love them so stinkin' much!

"Hey Alfred, why don't-a you join us~!"

"I'm coming my lovelies!!!" I played with them for probably an hour before I went inside to make dinner. Ace was a little upset that I had to leave, but when I told him I was making ravioli he went head over heels! He went back to playing with Feli and I headed inside. About an hour later and dinner was ready.

"Hey! Dinner's ready! Come and wash up!"

"Yay! Ravioli time! Thank-a you daddy!"

I just love Ace's voice! It's kinda weird though. He like has a southern and Italian accent going on at the same time and it confuses the heck out of other people. Feli and I can understand it just fine, but it's just hard I guess for other people to get it. It's kinda funny to watch... Pfft... As I was thinking about the times he'd talk to other people, something smacked my face. I sat there dazed and tried to figure out what hit me. Whatever it was, stuck to my face. I grabbed it and it was a piece of ravioli. Feli and Ace were giggling and I sat there confused. It soon clicked that one of them threw it at me and I had a goofy grin on my face.

"Food fight!" I shouted and soon the kitchen was a tomato sauce battle field. Spain would have a heart attack if he saw this! As if on cue, Spain and Romano walked through the door with their daughter, Angelica. Shoot! I forgot they were coming! Spain froze in his tracks and stared in horror; Romano was trying to hold in a laugh, but was slowly failing; Angelica didn't care and ran over to join in.

"Why would you do this to the tomatoes!!!"

Spain fell to his knees and was being all dramatic.

"It's-a al-alright, Antonio... Pfft..."

See, Romano was having a hard time keeping from laughing. Then out of nowhere, two ravioli were thrown past me and nailed Spain right in the face. Romano couldn't handle it any more and was laughing his ass off. I turned around and saw Ace and Angelica tossing ravioli in the air. My son is going to be so good in baseball!!! I smiled at him and turned back around to see Spain standing up with and uneasy aura around him. I flinched, Feliciano grabbed onto me shaking, the two kids shrank back and Romano was still laughing. Spain took the two ravioli that were thrown at him and reeled back to throw them. All of us in the kitchen hid behind the counter and I peeked over the top just in time to see Spain nail Romano in the face. I started to laugh so hard my sides began to hurt. Spain was laughing and holding his stomach, while Romano just stood there like a statue. Romano slowly turned toward Spain and I knew right there that Spain was regretting his decision.

"YOU TOMATO BASTARDO!"

Spain screamed like a little girl and ran to the kitchen to hide with the rest of us. Romano was right on his tail though, literally and it was soon a tomato war. As we were having WWT (World War Tomato) the front door opened. It was Mattie, Gil and their two kids, Mable and Luis. Gilbert and the kids joined in the second they saw the tomato fight, but Mattie just stood at the door shaking his head. It wasn't long before his kids dragged him in and the battle continued. I love my family! They're all so awesome!

~~~~~~~~~Hey readers!!!~~~~~~~~~
I hope this chapter turned out okay, because one of my cats would NOT leave me alone! It was very hard to focus with them rubbing their face all over me! Anyway, hope you're enjoying so far! "^w^