I am so much in love with this fandom. This is my first hetalia fanfic.

Human AU.

Ships:

USUK/ USPoland/ GerRus/ Spamano/ UKdenmark

Prolog

When he opened his eyes, all he could see was a shadow of dark redness over his eyes. He fixed his eyes at the sky and ran a hand across his blood washed face. fresh blood ran over his face and he wiped it away in an attempt to clearify his vision. His head panged. It hurt so much that he couldn't stand on his feet. Once he managed to sat up, he noticed that his clothes were also dreadfully torn and his bleeding body was brutally exposed. Alfred didn't remember what had happened. He looked around and saw his parents. They were dead. He was so overwhelmed that even his tears refused to fall. His chest hurt. Everything hurt.

As the numbness grew further, he became more aquanted with the feeling, and so, he started to walk again, aimlessly, without a place to look for.

Nights and days, he walked. Nights and days, he met people who just passed by him and cast him worried, disguested, horrified looks, but none of them offered him a hand, everyone, except an English youngman who took him to the nearest hospital as soon as he saw him stumble around. The kind man, Arthur, even went so far and took the full responsiblity of taking care of him.

Everything seemed wonderfully dream like. Arthur was happy. Alfred was happy. But, there were still some conflicts and problems. Alfred couldn't remember his family. He was deciding irrationally sometimes, which led both Arthur and him into more problems...