A/N: I am back, and I do promise to finish all my other un-finished fics. The final part for Alfred's side of Whiskey Lullaby has been started and my Liet (Fire In His Eyes) is working on Liet's side of it. Look her up, we're going to be doing quite a few AmeriLiet collabs. Anyways, this will be a two part series. The idea came from the Rin and Len Kagamine songs, Prisoner and Paper Airplanes. The story it's based on I have known of since I was a kid, and I've seen the videos before. Bawled like a baby, but didn't think I'd do anything with it. As I thought about it, how fitting it is for America and Lithuania. This is the first in the two part series, Alfred's POV with "Prisoner". My Liet will likely be writing the counterpart fic, "Paper Airplanes." It however, will be posted here. There's a lot of stuff in this one, can you pick it up?

Pairing: America/Lithuania

Setting: AU WWII. If you've seen the videos, you know the setting.

Hetalia doesn't belong to me, neither do the Vocaloids or the lyrics for Prisoner.

* = See bottom for note.

Please R&R ~

How long had it been since I had tasted the sweet freshness of freedom? I really didn't know; it had felt like it was so long ago when I was outside of this fenced in prison. I didn't even know the reason why I was even here, my last memory of the outside was when the men in black jumped me from behind. I vaguely remember being dragged into a wagon with other screaming people...Asking what they had done in order to be arrested, and where they were going. I do remember fighting back, swinging my fists everywhere that I could possibly swing. I got clubbed in the back of my head...That was it...When I woke up I had a hell of a headache and found myself behind an electric barbed wire fence, surrounded by haggard-looking people in dark grey, ragged clothes. I knew exactly where I was right there and then. A concentration camp. My fate…From then on…I knew was sealed. Though I didn't know of the crime in which I was arrested, I however did know that death was coming. What was even worse…Is that you never knew when you would be chosen to die.

One day, some place, one of the prisoners

Fell in love with a girl outside the fence

So sad...Feel so sad...

I don't know what had drove me to go back to that fence, why bother to tease myself with that small glimpse of the outside world on the outside of the rows of barbed wire and concrete? But I did. Like an idiot, I did.

Wait a minute…Was there someone on the other side of the fence? No, it couldn't be. Exhaustion and barely any food must be finally getting me to the point where I'm hallucinating. Yeah, that was it. I was finally seeing things. The hallucination, it was... Smiling at me?

Big green eyes and a calming smile. That was the first thing that caught my attention, for the first time in what felt like years...I felt...Safe. I watched at the man on the other side of the fence gave a smile and a small wave, turning around and walked back across the grass. My own eyes widened as my hallucination soon disappeared from my sight, my hand raising and reaching for the small bit of hope that had been dangled in front of my face. That small hope...It was like some cruel twist of fate was dangling a piece of meat to a starving, rabid dog. My arm soon fell back to my battered side, feeling my face growing warm.

Even though I was sure the person on the other side of the fence was just a figment of my imagination...It was love at first sight.

Deprived of freedom,

I'm persecuted

Between you and dirty me

There is a gap

A gap

_

I wrote a letter and folded an airplane

As we cross over the wall between us

Go Fly! Go Fly!

There had to be a way of communicating without alerting the guards...Hearing the sound of planes rushing over my head, I looked up toward the sky as the black fighter plane flew overhead. The plane could soar over everything, it was so lucky...Plane...Plane? That was it!

I was surprised to see he had come back that next day, though I was still sure this person on the other side of the fence was just my mind playing a cruel trick on me. He gave me that calm smile again; I felt the burning in my cheeks once again as I threw the paper airplane with my letter over the fence. Please...Please make it...

The plane landed in his hands on the other side of the fence, opening the plane to read my letter. I watched as his dark green eyes brightened, his smile slightly beginning to broaden.

"I will...I promise I will be back tomorrow."

Ah, I can also become free

One day

A lie

It's a lie

I know that

He was gone again. I looked out at the plain, my eyes closing as I let my mind wander. Freedom...When I finally will be free again. I could finally go after you, I could show him all of my favorite places on the other side of the fence. I could finally be able to taste burgers again...I can have a coke again...I can finally really get to know the stranger on the other side of the fence...But...He...He is free, and I'm not...But maybe...One day...Maybe one day the camps will fall...

No...

It's a lie. It's all nothing but wishful thinking. Freedom...For me now is nothing but a fool's dream that will never come true...My eyes opened again as I felt a smile tugged at my lips, feeling a lone tear roll down my cheek. A lie. It is all a lie.

If you stay by my side, even lie

I believe they will be true, all of them

Please come over here and talk to me

But this will never convey my feelings

Even so

I look at you

For tomorrow, my small happiness

-

Some day

Some month later, every day since then

Your paper airplane is my

Joy...My joy...

He kept his promise, much to my great joy he returned everyday either to receive my plane or for me to receive his. This small way of being able to communicate made me feel a sense of hope and happiness that I couldn't even begin to remember that I even had, that I thought I had lost forever. I was falling even deeper as my emotions began to try in an effort to take over my battered body, even though I knew my happiness would never be truly realized again.

I don't know how much he realizes it...But his paper airplanes...His letters are what have been keeping me going...Why I haven't truly given up on my life and just let the men in black take me. His letters...They are my happiness.

But you suddenly told me

You had to go away, so

Bye-Bye! Bye-Bye!

One day when he returned, there was something very...Off about him. He looked tense as he threw the plane over the fence into my eagerly awaiting hands. I quickly opened the letter, my eyes widening at what it said as I looked back up at him. He...Wasn't coming back? It...No! It...Couldn't be...He just gave that gentle smile that he always gave and turned to leave. I for the first time found myself yelling, my tone hoarse from little use.

"Wait a moment! You're my partner!

You're not going to come back?!

I've carefully kept all your letters...

I'll wait till you return. Okay?"*

-

Ah, I'm suffering every day

And, I'm still alive today, but

I've never

Cried so much

I could only watch as he left, me hands clenching tightly to the paper in my fist as I felt the pit of my stomach sink and my own heart breaking. Tears poured down my cheeks as they flushed, but...Why...Did it hurt so much to lose someone whom I didn't know the name of...? But it did...It hurt. It hurt more than any beating than I have ever received from the guards...It hurt more than anything I have ever felt.

"My my, and what do we have here?"

The cold, viciously taunting voices of the guards as I felt two grab both of my arms as another picked up one of the letters as a cruel smile pulled at his lips. I heard my own senseless pleas ringing in my ears as I struggled against the guard's grips as their callous laughing continued.

"No don't touch those! Those are mine! You...CAN'T! You can't touch those!"

"Oh so these are special too you, aren't they #52? Well...That just won't do, now will it?"

I felt my eyes widen as the letter was ripped into shreds before my very eyes. No...NO! I somehow managed to wrestle out of the guard's grips, throwing my fist as hard as I could into the guard's face. My blind rage overtaking me before the guards grabbed at my arms and pulled me back again away from the other guard. I heard myself yelling and crying, but...I couldn't stop. That was when I heard it...The order that I had been dreading for so long.

"For this insolence...You will be in the next group to die."

If you stay by my side, even with my bad destiny

I believe I can smile

I met you whose name I don't even know

I felt I had won the future

I can't call you...

I can't follow you...

I can't get out...

I never will...

-

Finally, my turn came

And you're gone

Now, I have no regrets in this world, but

My heart shouted "Why...?"

I want to live a bit longer

Now, I have no hard feelings

I just...In my last moment...

See you...I want to see you...

Miss you...I miss you!

Cruel laughter began to fill my ears as two men in black and masks came to my cell, each grabbing one arm and led me out of my prison of iron and stone toward a large warehouse. My time...It was my time...

"You weren't even scheduled for today, but this is the punishment you get for attacking one of the top officers. Guess you should have thought more before you attacked the General, #52."

The taunting and pitiless cackling continued, feeling cold hands on my back to push me into a dark, crowded room full of other screaming people just like me. My body felt heavy as the cackling from the men in masks continued as they began to close the doors. I felt my stomach sink and my eyes widening out of pure terror.

"NO! WHY?! WHY?!"

I heard my own panicked voice ringing in as I felt my already heavy legs running for the door as it began to close, gripping tightly at the metal as I saw the last glimpse of light leave the room. My fingernails scraped the metal, hearing myself letting out a painful yell as my body slumped into a crumpled heap in front of the door as hot tears ran down my own cheeks and fell onto the concrete floor below...No...This couldn't be happening...I...Don't want to die yet...I...CAN'T die yet! I CAN'T! NO! NOT NOW! I need to see him again...Just...One more time...Just one more time!

The days spent with you did not return

Many sweet memories passed before my eyes

You gave to me one by one

The food for my mind in my life

Weeds are swirling in the darkness

A beautiful flower blooms nearby

We both live in different worlds

But I desperately tried to reach her

Please God, If this is my last chance

I want to talk to her

My body shook as I felt my nails digging into the stone walls, the tears continuing to fall as every memory that we shared played in my mind...He...Was the only ray of hope that I had left. That faint glimmer that maybe I could be free...He gave it to me with his letters...With his smile. He was the one beautiful flower blooming in the weeds that surrounded me...But...He lived in the world on the other side of the fence...Fate...Really was truly cruel...

Last chance...God give me one more chance...I want to speak to him...Just...Once...I want...To hear his voice...

In a small dark room that was closed

A sad voice reverberated through the room

My heart and breath...

Are in pain...

At least...

A soft sound began to fill my ears, my own eyes widening as a purple gas began to fill the room as screams erupted through the room before the soft thuds of bodies hitting the floor all around me. My heart began to pound as my breathing hitched as I felt my throat closing...Oh my god...The pain...I...I can't...Can't breathe!...C-Can't...O-Oh God...Oh my G-God...Can't breath...Can't breathe! Blood?! O-Oh my god…C-Coughing up...Blood...Blood all o-over the floor...My own h-hands...At my throat...C-Choking...On blood...Can't...B-Breathe...

Paper...Letter...Must take...His letter...To me from...Beyond the fence...

My hand took the letter, tears running down my face as I felt my nails digging into my own neck, drawing blood...Fuzzy...Everything...Going fuzzy...No...Please God...Not…Now...I...must know...Please give me the chance...!

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

It took my final breath...My eyes closed...My only regret...I never knew your name.

I want to know...

Your name...


*: Lyrics from Paper Airplanes when Len asks her why she's leaving.

A/N: Holy crap, this was one of the most difficult stories emotionally for me to write. It had completely drained me, I found myself crying on several occasions. Paper Airplanes is being written by my Liet, I will post it as a separate story here on this account.