I don't own Hetalia. I am borrowing (withFyrearth'spermission Evelyn Summers fromLady Liberty).The good news is I'm using her in a new way so you don't have to read her story, but you can and it would mean a lot to her!

Thank you Prussia for the title, it has nothing to do with the story.

ThanksFyrearthfor Evelyn and for beta-ing my stuff.

My Beta re beta-ed the chapter

Patrick's POV

I stared in horror at my older sibling's pale body. His brilliant white wings were now broken feathers scattered everywhere. Shamus and Angus had cleaned him up, but it was up to him to survive. I felt Bran move beside me.

"It's not your fault, Patrick." Bran whispered beside me. "Arthur wouldn't want you to blame yourself for this."

"But it's my fault." I insisted my eyes misting over. "If I hadn't found where they were…" he cut me off.

"Then thousands of innocents would have died." Bran grabbed my shoulders forcing me to look into his green eyes. He looks just like Arthur when he looks at me like that. "Go outside and get some air. I don't want to see you in here until tomorrow." He shoved me from the room.

Bran would end up curled up beside his younger twin in the bed while my other older brothers and myself slept on the floor. It took three days for Arthur to wake up and for the damage to be assessed.

Arthur would recover but he would never see again.

~ Change of time~

I slammed the door to my locker as an obnoxious bell rang echoing down the halls. My siblings had shipped me off to America for my high school years—something about being depressed and needing a change in scenery. I sighed to myself moving towards my first class.

I was living with Arthur's old side kick partner. To everyone, she was Amelia; to London and a good majority of Europe, she was Davy Jones. She had gotten her name from a drunkard after he talked about a super hero taking out a mob with water and a giant octopus. I really don't know much about what happened, but for the longest time the newspapers had thought she was a man.

I sat in my first class fiddling with my pencil. As you may have noticed, super powers run in my family along with insanity. Hmm, maybe my brothers were right. I am talking to myself right now.

"Heya." One of the non-annoying American girls greeted me. I let my lips quirk into a smile before letting it fall.

My first class of the day was my technology class. I used to love computers and everything that went with them, but after almost getting Arthur killed, I hadn't touched a computer since. Luckily, I had acquired a typewriter for my assignments that had to be typed and Amelia was rather kind in typing stuff for me that had to be submitted online.

The American was grumbling, smashing two metal gears together in an attempt to make them fit. I think it was something to do with moving parts, but I really hadn't had an interest in my instructor's explanation.

There was a sudden shrieking sound and the American girl was wide eyed and staring at the metal pieces in her hands. She had sheared the bumps in the grease clean off. There was no way…a super power? People were moving, whispering about the sound though they hadn't connected it with the girl yet.

I grabbed the text book of the guy next to me and bashed him over the head with it. The shock of it all was enough to knock the girl from her stupor and she dropped the gears into her bag.

Unfortunately, I had taken my eyes off of the jock I had just hit and his fist connected with my face. The teacher pulled us apart and I was sent to the principal's office. Amelia was not going to be happy with me.