Seraphee69 & Ooptheregoesmysanity

Alfred gets mistaken for a lost son of one of his citizens. He plays along until the other nations find out

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Alfred was a very energetic man and couldn't stay still to save his life. He was ALWAYS doing something to occupy himself. From picking his head from his pillow in the morning until he laid his head on his pillow at night, Alfred loved to busy himself.

In times where things were slow in his life and found that paperwork did not take up enough time, he would get more jobs. Whether he was a waiter, receptionist, personal assistant, or teacher, he always worked.

In this particular time, he has used his free time to be a cold case manager. For anyone who doesn't know, a cold case is a crime without an outcome. In other words, an unsolved mystery in the criminal world. He had been working at his desk when he received news about brand new evidence for an old case. So putting on his trench coat that Ivan had gifted him, he went to the scene.

"With some DNA we collected and sent back to the lab, we found out the victim's name is Owen Brynx. He was reported missing around a decade ago," one of the detectives said. Alfred's brow quirked, a frown tugging his lips.

"I studied the Brynx case before, he was reported missing after not returning home for dinner. He was riding his bike," Alfred looked at the rusted piece of metal that was next to the laid out skeleton. All the evidence was thrown into the riverbank, which would make it easier to pinpoint what had happened.

"What do you suppose happened, Jones?" she asked as Alfred looked at the torn clothing, as well as the bones.

"The tear in the shirt seems to align with a gash on one of his rib bones. I say he was stabbed during an altercation,"

"Well, now this cold case has turned into a murder investigation. Do you think you could let the family know, Jones? You know I don't do well since Harry-"

"I got it, Teagan. Don't worry," Alfred stood up and got back into his car. He looked at the road with tears streaming down his face, "he was too young, I can't wait to put the bastard behind this in prison,"

While back at the office, he was able to find where Owen's mother lived. Apparently, the father hadn't been in the picture due to him having a mistress. It was something to keep in mind for the case. Alfred began to look at the photos that had been sent out, realizing he looked exactly like Owen. He could very much be his twin if the boy was alive today, which made Alfred even sadder.

The next evening, Alfred drove to the mother's residence and was prepared to knock on the door. But he didn't have a chance to do anything before the door slung open and two lanky arms wrapped around his neck. A woman with golden and gray hair was hugging Alfred closely, crying.

"Owen! My sweet little baby! You finally came home to me! You had mother so worried!" Alfred was shocked at her hysterical cries, he felt every part of his heart crack.

"I-I'm sorry but I-"

"Shush! No excuses! We can talk later sweetie! For now, I'll make your favorite dinner!" she dragged Alfred into the house, seeing how empty it was. Everything was bare except for a few pieces of furniture. The only thing she had ample supply of were photos of Owen, "your father has taken so much from me, so I'm sorry that I don't have much. But, now that I have you again, I'm so happy!"

Alfred began to cry at the thought of her being alone all these years. She's had no one to confide in and barely had a penny to her name. Alfred began to smile, wiping his tears. He's always wanted a caring mother since Native America had died. This was his chance to be normal for once in his life.

"Uh, mother, would you like help?" he asked. The woman turned around and shook her head.

"I can do it, you go wash up and get comfortable!" Alfred nodded and walked down the hall, washing his hands and getting dressed into the father's old sweatpants. When he came back out, he saw mac n cheese with chicken tenders on two plates. Alfred sat down and smiled at the mother he's always wanted.

"Thank you, mother!" he exclaimed as they began to eat. After dinner, he got a call from Teagan, so he quickly excused himself.

"Alfred, where are you?!"

"Teagan, I think Imma stay here a while,"

"WHAT?!"

"I haven't had a mom in forever Teagan, you know how my life wasn't the best. Just, please, let me have this for a little bit?" there was silence for a moment before a sigh was heard.

"Ok, but if I feel it's getting out of hand then I will get the other nations,"

"You're the best! Bye!" Alfred hung up just as Owen's mother knocked on his door.

"Owen, would you like to watch some Disney movies with me?"

"Be right there mother!" he looked at the mirror and smiled, walking out of the room.

This went on for a few weeks, Alfred helped with the murder investigation all while spending time with his 'mother'. He was finally being a normal teenager with a caring mother, until one day at the park.

"Alfred, there you are you bloody git!" Arthur ran up to him and smacked the back of his head.

"Ow! Iggy what the fuck!" Francis ran to him and hugged him while Matthew just stayed back with a smile.

"We 'ave been worried sick! You 'aven't answered your phone in weeks!" Alfred was about to answer, when mother came by.

"Owen, sweetie, who are your friends?" before any of the nations could correct her, Alfred quickly responded.

"Mother, this is Arthur, Francis, and Matthew. They are friends I met while I was away," the elder woman smiled and clapped.

"How wonderful! Gentlemen, I hope you took wonderful care of my little Owen! Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Holly Brynx, Owen's mother," she then turned to Alfred, "Owen, I hope your friends can come over for supper. Until then, I'm going to get you some ice cream," she kissed his temple and walked off.

"Alfie," Matthew started, "what was that about?"

"Listen, her real son was murdered. I went to tell her the news when she assumed I was him. I played along because lets be real, we've all wanted to feel normal at one point, right?"

The trio was silent because they knew he was right, they all wanted to be part of normal families and live normal lives. So they decided they would tolerate this game with Alfred until the murder was solved. When the four nations were back at Holly's house, they saw for themselves that Alfred was in fact the spitting image of Owen.

"Owen was always so adorable, right?" she asked as Arthur examined a photo. He looked back at the photo and fondly smiled, remembering when Alfred was that age.

"He's quite adorable, ma'am. You are truly blessed to have such a sweet son," he smiled at her. The dinner went good and the nations were happy to help play along. France and Canada helped her around the house when they came over, England set up a bank account to help Holly financially, and America was just there.

They kept up this game for one year, Alfred loved being normal. But sadly, it all ended when the case was solved. Teagan had informed Alfred that the father confessed to the murder after Holly had told him about the custody arrangement and the large sum of money in child support she would receive. Knowing that the game was over, Alfred brought Holly to the police station.

"Owen, dear, why are we here?" Alfred swallowed the lump in his throat as he prepared himself.

"Holly, I'm not Owen. My name is Detective Alfred Jones and I was assigned to Owen's murder case. You see, the day I came to your doorstep was to inform you about your child's body being found. But, I couldn't break your heart after seeing you so happy. I have been working on the case for the past year, your ex husband has finally confessed to murdering Owen. I brought you here so you can look him straight in the eyes and tell him to rot in hell," Holly was speechless as Alfred turned on the tv, both of them watching as the disgusting human being confessed to the brutal way he killed his son.

Once the viewing was over, Alfred offered her a hand and gently guided her to the cell he was being held in until his trial. She looked him in the eyes and Alfred swore he saw the devil.

"I hope that whore of a mistress was worth it," she whispered just as a woman with short black hair came in.

"Reggie! What the hell is going on?!" she screamed at the man, "who the hell is this ugly cow?!" before Holly could respond, Alfred intervened.

"This is Holly Brynx, a good woman who had her entire life soiled by this man. This man, whom I assume you slept with and ruined their marriage, killed his ten year old son Owen after receiving the custody ruling and a notice telling of the child support he would have to pay. To willingly mess around with a married man is despicable, both of you will rot in the deepest pits of hell for what you've done," he grabbed Holly's hand and gracefully stormed out.

After a cup of water and a few deep breaths, Holly smiled at Alfred.

"Thank you, Alfred,"

"No problem. Hey, Francis, Matthew, Arthur, and I set up a bank account to help you out. There's already 100K in there, perhaps you can sell that rinky house and get a nice apartment?" Holly chuckled and shook her head.

"No, that's where my little Owen grew up. I could never sell such memories," she then nodded, "I can, however, renovate it and rent out the spare room. My life is turning around thanks to you Alfred, I feel like I can finally move on and be at peace," she hugged him. Alfred hugged back tightly.

"If you ever need anything, please just let me know. You have my number in case anything happens," he kissed her temple as she walked away. 

"Thank you, dear. I love you," he began to cry as she walked out the door, a smile on her face. 

"I love you too, mother," his lips trembled as his life went back to normal, him being a nation.