Titles Never Matter
Is there really a hero?
Alfred walked inside that dingy school like he did every day. Same old routine, wake up, go to school, try not to die from boredom, go home, and shove as many hamburgers down his throat as possible. Alfred was quickly spotted by a scraggily haired blonde with major eyebrows. "Alfred! Where have you been?" The 'gentleman' yelled.
"Nowhere… I just slept in late. Why you so worried Artie? You're acting like you are my mother." Alfred smirked but internally he wished he hadn't opened his mouth. Like my mother… A deep pain washed over Alfred, but he wouldn't let Arthur see it. It wasn't what a hero did. Heroes weren't weak… they didn't have a weakness.
"Well, you apparently don't listen to yours, and I do not act like your mother!" Arthur furrowed his giant eyebrows angrily and Alfred felt like hitting the floor and crying. Apparently you don't listen to yours… I wish I could. I wish I did… Alfred covered it up as fast as possible though.
"You're right… my mom wouldn't have eyebrows the size of a Mac truck." Alfred laughed and Arthur growled at him. "Don't make fun of my eyebrows and quit trying to change the subject!" Arthur protested. "Why don't you take school seriously? You are going to fail and be stuck as a bloody garbage man!"
Alfred rolled his eyes. "I won't need a job. I'm going to be a hero!" Alfred let out a heroic laugh with his classic goofy grin.
Arthur wasn't in the mood though. "What if you are a hero? You'll need a job, unless you are going to be a villain and steal money too."
Alfred's grin immediately dropped. "I'm not going to be a villain! I'm going to be a hero and that will be my job." Alfred stated, but more demanded that to be it.
Arthur shook his head tired of this hero nonsense. "You can't be a hero Alfred! You know you can't!" Arthur would have continued but a certain sound made the entire school freeze. That horrid, unmistakable sound. Everyone heard that sound and then a blood curdling scream followed it. Someone brought a gun to school. Arthur ducked his head and squatted down to the ground.
Alfred stood there frozen for only a moment. That sound… Oh god. Alfred snapped out of it and ran towards the sound. As he ran he heard even more shots fire. Five… six, seven, eight, Oh god! This can't be happening! Alfred bounded down the hallways deafly trying to find the shooters and stop them.
Okay so this is my first real fanfic... I've written a bajillion but this is my first good one. Critisism I am good with, just don't be a sadist psycho plz. I've already got that covered... I know it says Russia and Canada as the characters but I had to start with the hero. Wouldn't work any other way... so yeah... Hetalia peoples are in High School and some students bring guns. (By the way, they aren't immortal or invincible as humans... I'll try to remember all the characters.) So please Review. Good things are nice but mean things are appreciated... to some extent...
