A/N: Okay, my first dip into the Hetalia fandom as far as writing goes... And I'm starting off with something big. A collection of drabbles that go along the alphabet. I'd really appreciate any and all feedback I can get, as I've never written anything for Hetalia before and am pretty sure I'm gonna screw at least SOMETHING (probably Russia because I sadly fail at Ivan) up.

Anywho...

On to the story, yes?


By all rights he should've been smiling. Grinning ear to ear, laughing and dancing with his states in this biggest celebration of his young life. First year as a country, his first birthday, he should be in the middle of everything, being awesome and doing what he did best - being the life of the party. He should be dancing about in circles with Virginia and clapping as Delaware did that funny high-step thing he called a dance.

Should've been, but wasn't.

Instead Alfred was off at the edge of the group, looking off over the sea at a land he couldn't see. Ignoring his party guests - his party, his birthday, his celebration, thrown in his honor of the absolute freedom he had finally won.

Because now he knew the price of that absolute freedom.

He was absolutely, terribly, alone.


A/N: Well? How'd I do? Please drop me a line with anything I might be able to improve, yes?

Next chapter is: B - Bubbles
Feliciano was always so childish, but... that wasn't always a bad thing.
N. ItalyGermany fluff

I don't have a letter C yet. Suggestions?

Kanki out!