DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN HETALIA JUST SOME OC'S EMIRI AND ALICE BELONG TO MY FRIENDS

Prologue 3rd person POV

BANG!
Finally the last man fell dead on the street. But in their defense they were the ones who were attacked and almost murdered. This was a darker side of America's citizens they were seeing. The side of his citizens America didn't like to talk about.

"Ughhh" THUMP!

Heads turned as America had collapsed on the pavement. He was loosing blood, a lot of it. And fast. He wasn't targeted by the the enemy he was just helping friends. Besides even when the gang attacked there was something about him that made the gang not want hurt Alfred. So why was he just shot with the enemy now dead? For they heard no extra gun shots.

"Alfred!" everyone cried as they ran over to the country. He was ghostly pale with blood on his person with unfocused eyes. Dazed from blood loss but had enough strength to ask them a question

"Guys where are we again?"

"In Texas you git don't you remember-"

"I know that be specific!"

"Ve~ didn't you-a say we were in-a Corpus Christi?" Feliciano questioned

"Yeah...that's...right" America was starting to drift away from us now. Into the sweet,sweet realm of unconsciousness.

"America ve need to get you to zhe 'ospital now" Germany stated rather worriedly.
"N-no!" Our physically beaten hero replied alarmed. The others looked at him questionably while he scribbled something on a piece of paper he pulled from his pocket. "Here. Take me to this address and ask for C.G. PLEASE."

They all looked at the piece of paper and sighed in agreement to take him to the location. Seeing as he needed serious medical help. Aurther sighed "We'll take you"

"Great." Was all Alfred responded before he slipped into unconsciousness.