A/N: This came to me so suddenly I even shocked myself. And I have no idea how... Oh well. XD I'm going to try to stict to facts and logic, but, be warned~... Sorry for the shortness of the beginning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. T.T

Title: A Hero's Hero

Summary: Gently setting down his plastic cup of grape juice, America turned to the rest of the Allies. With a mood to serious for the easy-going nation, he said, "Since I'm a hero, I rescue people. But what happens when something bad happens to me? What then?" To which, no one had the answer.

...

A Hero's Hero

The question.

The question that came so seriously, that came so out of the blue even the most unemotional nations raised their eyebrows and mouth's hung slightly open with surprise.

Gently setting down his plastic cup of grape juice, America turned to the rest of the Allies. With a mood to serious for the easy-going nation, he sad, "Since I'm a hero, I rescue people. But what happens when something bad happens to me? What then?"

To which, no one had the answer.

So America waited, a calm and patient look upon his features. He waited... for an answer.

"I don't suppose any of us know the answer, lad." England fidgeted in his chair. "But that is completely off topic, we should get back to discussing-"

"No."

"...Pardon?"

"I said no England. I asked a question, and I expect an answer. I want to know what would happen to me if something bad occured. I want to know if my Allies would come and help me, or if I would have to struggle and fight for myself." America gently laid his folded hands on top of the desk, staring at each and every one of the Allied members.

"Well, mon ami, it appears as if we do not have the answer. Maybe you should ask someone else?" France gave an odd chuckle.

"So your saying that, in the case that something bad were to happen to me, you would ask someone else for help."

"I-er, well..."

America stared at all of them, before he looked up to the ceiling. He took a deep breath, held it, then released with a sigh. "I'm going home you guys."

"W-why?" England stuttered.

"Because I have a really bad feeling about being here." and then, America turned and left.

LATER

"H-Hey America... What's wrong?" Canada asked in a whisper. He clutched at Kumajiro tighter, waiting for an answer.

"Canada, you have my back, right?" America asked, leaning back on the grassy hillside they were on.

"Of course." Canada answered immediatly.

America gave a small smile. "Good, because something big is going to happen soon, and at the moment your the only one I feel like I can trust. You gotta be with me throughout this, alright?"

"O-Okay, but why? What's happening?" Canada stuttured.

"Nothing you have to worry about now, catch you later, Mattie." And with that, America turned and left.

Once he was a clear distance away from his brother, he pulled out the letter that was creased with the process of opening and folding it back up once more. He opened it, and re-read the words that he'd come to memorize.

Dear America,

It seems as if our hatred for you has grown throughout the years. Not only have we been training, struggling, fighting to gain power in order to invade and destroy you, but we have also been gathering many people. We've kidnapped men, young boys, even infants in order to train, and beat our ways into their skull. They know no fear now, and even your friend Russia will have a hard time coping with this monstrous outbreak. We plan to invade your West Coast with three-hundred thousand soldier, and only more to come. So much more. I hope you are prepared. This is the next world war. Best of luck, your going to need it.

~N. Korea