This one is for Pinkgirl2222

Where Alfred works/runs an orphanage. 

THIS ONE IS LONG (OVER 4000 WORDS)

A/N PLEASE READ

Now, gonna be honest I have thought of this idea before. For anybody reading "Melodies of Memories," this was supposed to be the core premise of the band. That International (the band) would put all the concert earnings into their safe house. I eventually scrapped the idea because I had characters of the house that I wanted to include and even had designs and backstories for them. But considering Alfred's big ass family was already involved, there would have been too many OC's to keep track of. The characters I will use will be OC characters from the OG storyline.

I also want to point out that International originally was just Conrad, Dimitri, Hiroto, and Alfred with a woman named Kida (she was from Congo) to be their stage manager. I added Enzo and the other females because I felt like there needed to be more variety and in the end scrapped Kida (didn't like the lackluster of her character). For this oneshot story, I will stick to the OG band of just the four guys and Kida.

Also, this will be kinda sad when Alfred's talking about the kids and veterans. So I will be a '***' before he starts

TRIGGER WARNING- DEATH, MURDER, WAR, GORE (not explicitly written)

Enjoy it!

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It wasn't a secret that America had a very big heart. All the nations knew that even if his plans and actions didn't work that his heart would always have positive intentions. America didn't have a violent bone in his body and actually despised conflict with others. Many thought that odd considering his strength, but alas it was true. Alfred was always there for them. Whenever he was needed and wherever he was needed, he would go. No matter his current status: hungover or drunk, angry or sleepy, hungry or bloated, sick or in peek health condition. He was at Belgium's side when Brussels was attacked, holding her tightly and rocking her gently. He was there when Paris was attacked and stood by France's side, brushing his hair for three hours straight before others arrived to help. When Japan had a tsunami, he arrived on a helicopter loaded with donated blankets, food, and packages of given blood. When Mexico suffered an earthquake, he was over at his sister's house with her favorite soup and his homemade sweets.

America was a caring nation during the day. But at night, things shifted. At night he was not America the international delegate, but America international popstar. He and three other men, along with their stage manager, would go around the world and perform wonderful shows. He constantly heard his voice on the radio, saw his posters everywhere, and even has filmed commercials. The only reason he wasn't discovered was that his bandmates and himself wore masks. He even knew a few nations who enjoyed his singing and has caught most of them singing to his music in private. It made him happy to know that even they liked his voice when it wasn't ranting about superheroes and political bullshit.

Now, you may question why Alfred did all this. Well, he and the other bandmates were not just pop stars, they were caretakers. Alfred had a beautiful piece of land in the small town of Ketchum, Idaho. It was in this quiet valley town that he built a secluded sanctuary for orphans and veterans. In this quiet mansion is where he sheltered war veterans who were abandoned by their families and his government. It was here that he brought orphans he found alone to raise them with love and a family. He also sheltered animals here and trained them to be nationally certified service animals for the veterans and children.

Alfred kept this all a secret because he didn't want the others to think he was anymore a softy than he already was shown to be. He also didn't want them to know just how broken his nation was, which could be shown by the trauma-filled eyes of the home's occupants. Unfortunately, secrets always come out in the end. It happened during a G8 meeting while they were on break.

Tokyo, Japan

"Alfred-san, I rearry worry for you sometimes. You seem tired today, did you not get enough rest?" Japan asked worriedly as he saw Alfred's face on the table.

"Nope, just feeling queasy as of late," he had caught a minor fever from one of the orphans. He was basically high on cough syrup so he could perform that night.

"Ve~ America, maybe you should go back to the hotel and rest then?" Italy seemed worried. Germany and Canada approached him.

"Alfie, you look like you have a fever, eh,"

"Ja, Canada is right. Jour face is very red,"

"Amerique, I'll take you back to ze 'otel," France went to pick him up when his hand was swatted back.

"Like I'd let you do it you bloody frog! You'd probably molest him in his own hotel room!" England yelled.

"Oh Britain, is somebody worried for little Alfred?" France began his traditional 'ohonhonhon' laughing as Russia approached.

"It is not it matters, America will become one with me, da?" just as Russia went to grab him the door flung open. When all the nations looked up and saw a black woman with curly black hair down to her midback dressed in a white flowy blouse, bright red slacks, and black heels.

"Alfred Freedom Jones! I told you to stay in bed!" the woman stomped over. Her accent was strong, but none of the nations could seem to place it. Three gorgeous men followed behind her, all of them looked extremely intimidating.

"Alfred-kun, you should really have listened to-" the fair-skinned man looked young, about seventeen. He had shaggy black hair that was slicked back and dark pine eyes with small speckles of navy.

"I don't get why you must always question authority, Alfred," this one had both sides of his head buzzed with the middle being very long, black hair. He had very detailed tattoos and a tongue piercing. His eyes looked to be hazel but were more brown.

"Conrad you're just upset cause you were the receiver of Kida's Congolese mother wrath," the last one commented, snickering. The one named Conrad turned red and growled.

"Shut up, Dimitri! Kida's a scary woman," It was clear Conrad was angry and the first man began to walk up. He was quickly stopped by Dimitri's hand.

"Stay out of this Hiroto," the two larger men growled and budded foreheads before hearing a cough emanate from Alfred. Dimitri looked at him worriedly and hurriedly walked over to Alfred, "come one Fredka, you're coming back so you can rest up,"

"Can I ask how the Hell you four found me?" Alfred was then slung over Dimitri's shoulder as Kida held up her phone, showing a map, "you pinged my phone?!"

"It's my job to keep you safe. Now Dimitri, please take Alfred back to the room. Hiroto, you go as well. Only you and Alfred can navigate Tokyo and speak fluent Japanese,"

"Of course, will do," Hiroto waved and walked out with his two bandmates. Conrad cracked his knuckles and looked at Ivan.

"Would you mind explaining to me why you were going to 'become one' with my best friend?" Conrad went to approach but Kida held him back.

"You need your knuckles to be relaxed for tonight, let me handle this," she turned to the G8, "now, if I find a single bruise on my boy some heads will roll. All of you better watch your backs," Kida then turned around and began to confidently storm out the door, "come now Conrad," the man left behind his manager and slammed the door. Leaving the nations to wonder the same thing.

What the fuck just happened?

LATER THAT NIGHT

Alfred had taken a few tablets of cold medicine and drunk some of Hiroto's miso soup before falling asleep. When he woke up, it was about ready for the concert. So he quickly blew his nose and fixed his hair before heading out to the arena. Upon arriving at their venue, the Tokyo International Forum, they began to run backstage to get ready. Just as they were getting ready, a certain group of nations entered the hall and showed the VIP badges they had bought. They were led to the dressing rooms, where the four members just masked themselves. Kida was talking to the stage crew as the nations were let in. With VIP badges around their neck, the group gazed at the band in excitement. The group, on the other hand, got angry. Well, Conrad got angry.

"What the Hell is going on?" Conrad asked angrily as he held Alfred behind him. The group recognized the tone and immediately noticed that Alfred was behind him.

Well, the show did go on. But the after party was spent explaining everything to Alfred's comrades. Naturally, the group wanted to see the shelter for themselves. So with a hint of hesitation, they agreed. They would all fly out next week to their shelter: A Home for All.

When the group first arrived, they were astonished by how big it was. The mansion was in the middle of a beautiful forest and the brisk air felt nice on their skin. This place was so peaceful but also was protected by multiple security systems. The band and Kida went inside first to explain the situation while Alfred waited outside with the nations. When Kida texted it was ok, he gestured for them to follow. Alfred opened the door to find a teenage girl with crutches walked over to him. There was a small boy wheeling a wheelchair behind her.

"Look, Alfie! See! I'm doing it!" Alfred giggled and approached her. He helped her sit down on the chair and nodded.

"Yes, you were Fiona. But you shouldn't try to strain yourself, your legs will get better in time. As for you, Giovani, you helping your sister out. That's awfully kind of you,"

"Thank shoe, papa," he tried to say 'you' but it came out wrong. He grunted, "y-y-shoe," he sighed and began to tear up.

"Giovani, it's ok sweetheart. We'll work on your speech tomorrow, ok?" Alfred asked as he put down the boy and ran off with his sister, who was wheeling towards the kitchen. As soon as Alfred stood straight up he heard a creak above him. All the nations looked up to see a set of twin boys jump from the balcony and onto Alfred's back, making him faceplant with the floor.

"Got you dada!" they shouted together and giggled. Alfred groaned a bit as the chubby toddlers bounced on his back.

"Samual, Sebastian! Stop doing that, immediately! How about I tell yaz a story from my war days," a man wearing a 'World War II Veteran' hat came in with a cane. The two boys instantly jumped off of Alfred.

"Yes please, Popsy Jason!" the two yelled in unison as Alfred got up.

"Jason, you shouldn't be using your cane. We all bought you a mobile scooter for a reason," Alfred began to help the elder but was whacked playfully in his shin, "ow!"

"I shot down Nazi bastards for a living, I ain't using a scooter till I'm on my death bed! Scooters are for sissies, I ain't no sissy!" Jason walked to the den area where the two boys were laying on the rug. A small girl, cuddling a stuffed pony, quietly walked up to Alfred and tugged his sleeves.

"Daddy, who are those people?" she asked shyly. Alfred looked down and gently picked her up.

"Daisy, these are some of my friends from my other job. They wanted to meet you, so say hi," Alfred said softly. Daisy nodded and waved her hand timidly before they both heard a tiny bark. He let Daisy down and knelt to see a small German Shepard puppy, "give her a command,"

"Kiki, lay down," the dog laid down when Daisy pointed. She squealed and looked at Alfred, who gave her a dog biscuit to feed Kiki.

"Why don't you runoff for a bit and play, I need to get them settled," Alfred asked and Daisy laughed, running off with Kiki. Another elderly man walked up, this one wearing a 'Vietnam Veteran' hat, "hey, Stewie. How has everything been? You still having those nightmares?"

"Yea, last night I saw Harold again. I miss him,"

"It's ok to miss him, did you go to the quiet room like we said to?"

"Yes, I played with that weird cube thing with the different color sides. Helped me calm down a little,"

"Good, remember that the quiet room is always there for you to use," Alfred smiled as Stewie went off with a shaky smile. He finally turned to the others, who were stunned at all the interactions, "I'll explain everything tonight. For now, let's get your guest rooms ready," Alfred led them upstairs.

Dinner was finally ready and they all went to the dining hall, seeing that there was another child and four more veterans they didn't get to meet. They also saw more dogs, a few cats, and even a pig. All of them had a vest on that read 'service animal in training'. As the group ate happily, they watched as Alfred served everybody and made sure everyone was eating before sitting down next to Kida, who handed him a baby bottle. He then went to his side and began to feed a small, albino infant. After everything was cleaned up and everyone was in bed, Alfred sat with the nations.

"So, lad, is there a list or something?" Britain asked.

***WARNING: GETS SAD STARTING HERE***

"Well, let me start with the kids. The two kids you first saw, their names were Fiona and Giovani Graspings. Their mother was an addict and so was their father. The dad often beat the mom, resulting in the premature birth of Fiona. After the mom got pregnant with Giovani, the dad disappeared until after he was born. The two were more focused on feeding their addictions than their kids, and often beat them mercilessly. This resulted in Giovani being mute his entire life and Fiona suffered a brain hemorrhage after her father split open her skull. This resulted in her losing the ability to walk. That was two years ago. When they were finally handed into Child Protective Services, I took them in. Nobody else could afford both their needs and they didn't want the system to separate them. We began giving each of them psychological therapy, which eventually led to Giovani overcoming his mutism towards us. He's still mute to strangers, specifically adult males. But they have improved greatly since we took them in,"

"Zat's awful, zose poor children," France sniffed back a tear.

"Samual and Sebastian both were abandoned. They were found in an old, condemned house. The two of them were only a few months old at the time. If it hadn't been for their cries of starvation, they wouldn't have survived. We once again took them in and we hope that once they get to be better behaved,"

"Ve~ How horrible!" Italy cried.

"Daisy witnessed the aftermath of her entire family getting raped and murdered at the age of four. Her elder brother his her in the spice cabinet at the last minute. When she didn't hear anything, she got out and saw that her older brother was strangled with his own intestines, her dad's head was missing, and her mom was a mangled mess. She suffered from severe PTSD, I mean who the hell wouldn't. Daisy, however, was a little different. I didn't choose her, she chose me. I was also working as a detective for the NYPD at the time and had been called to the crime scene. When I came upon the scene, well it was the bloodiest murder scene I ever saw. One of the officers told me that there was a little girl who refused to leave the older brother's closet, so I went to see her. I knelt in front of the closet door and talked to her quietly, letting her know she would never have to fear me or her safety. She jumped into my arms and cried for hours, clutching that pony plushie and one of her brother's flannels. When she finally fell asleep I told the commissioner that I would take her in, and knowing who I was she agreed,"

"Vow, no child should ever have to vitness zat," Germany shook his head.

"What about the baby you were feeding?" England asked, making Alfred smile softly.

"She's the newest member of the family, her name is Finn. I was walking in this bad part of New York when I heard crying coming from a dumpster. When I walked towards it, I found at the very top was a cardboard box. When I opened it, I saw her bundled with those kittens you saw at dinner. She was fresh out of the womb and covered in blood, so I picked up the box and ran to the nearest hospital before she could freeze up. When I brought her to the hospital, they took her to the NICU and put her into a ventilator. They searched the entire database, no albino babies had been born in a 50 mile radius in over seven months. So they assumed that she was a prostitute or homeless woman's child. Since she didn't have a family, I named her and adopted her,"

"What of the veterans, comrade?" Russia asked.

"Jason lost his wife two months back and went a little bit nuts. His family dumped him in some retirement home where the staff treated him horribly. When I found out about his story, I got the place shut down and had the other vets shipped to better homes I knew would take care of them. Jason was different though, he was the eldest vet there. He served right beside me in the airforce during World War II. He didn't remember me, thank God. But I decided to take him in out of respect,"

"Rightfurry so," Japan nodded.

"Stewie was in Vietnam and suffered from PTSD. He was a war prisoner who came back home to find his pregnant wife had been killed in a car crash two weeks after his deployment. He went senile and began to have public breakdowns, leading him to be detained a fair amount of times. One of those times I happened to witness it and instantly stopped the cops who were restraining him. He recognized me from war and collapsed into my arms. I knew he didn't deserve to be treated so awfully, so I took him in. He was the first veteran to be a part of the house. He still has nightmares about the war, so the staff and I designed a 'quiet room' where he and the other veterans could go if they were having a panic attack or episode,"

"What aboot the other veterans, eh?"

"We have two other veterans. Toby was also in Vietnam, but he often finds himself comforted by the children. He had seven kids after he came back from war with his wife, Darleen. However, he watched as his family slowly fell apart. Darleen got cancer and died five years after he got back. His two eldest, Bobby and Brian, overdosed on opioids. His third child, Georgina, ended up being killed after a college football game after being mugged. His youngest, Susan, got pneumonia and died at the age of two. His fourth child, Wanda, committed suicide after the death of Susan. His fifth child, Phineas, retracted HIV from his secret boyfriend and eventually died from AIDS complications. He only had his daughter left, Hannah. Sadly, she was killed in the 9/11 attacks. Toby went crazy after that and I took him in. Once we got him diagnosed and on proper treatment, he was fine,"

"Ve~ Talk about a rough life," Italy commented.

"Italy! That is not an appropriate thing to say!" Germany scolded sternly, "please, continue Alfred,"

"The final veteran is Bryce. He's the youngest one and the sickest. He's only around thirty and was in the Iraq War. He witnessed around a dozen of his friends get blown to bits after their truck ran over a bomb. He was able to crawl out of the inferno just in time before the tanker loudly exploded. He lost all of his squadron, which included a boy no older than nineteen. He was also captured by the Iraqi soldiers, but was freed by a vigilante who helped him back to his base. He was given an honorable discharge and arrived home to find his girlfriend was cheating on him with his own brother. After he flipped out, his parents just dumped him at a hospital and tried to use him to collect government funding. Once I found out I stormed into his hospital, flashed my government badge, and got him out. They confronted me outside the hospital as I had already cut their funding a month before. Conrad took him into the van to avoid the conflict. It made me sick on how they were leeching not only from the government but their sick son. The girlfriend was there with the brother, to which I promptly called her a pathetic whore who should be ashamed of her very existence before getting into the van and driving off. His episodes are the worst, so bad that even the quiet room doesn't always work. Normally, I have to sit by his side and wait until he falls asleep. One night I was sitting by his side for five hours. Music helps him too, so I often sing to him,"

***NOT SAD ANYMORE***

"Und the dogs?" Germany asked curiously.

"I train strays to become service animals. I normally don't sell them, as the kids and vets like to play with them and they need them. It's not easy, which is why all of our concert earnings go into this place," Alfred gestured.

"Amerique, you truly are an amazing man. I am zo proud to call you my son!" France gushed as he glomped to Alfred's side. They all nodded in agreement with the Frenchman.

It really did show just how truly selfless their America was.

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HEYYYYYYY

Just wanted to ask~~~

Do you think I should make a part two? About the nations spending a week in the house? Let me know!

Love you all my totally awesomer-than-Prussia Starlings!

Kimiko Lee