Hello! So just like to welcome anyone who feels like reading this story!

First Hetalia fanfic (S'takin over the world!.. wait it IS the world), and first boy on boy as well :S kinda nervous.

But I'd like you to know that this is sorta an 'end of the world' scenario story.

And they are human! not countries. This will be slow building, no smut.. or atleast not enough for me to make it rated M ;)

Hope you enjoy it! let me have some feed back? I'd always like to improve. Oh! and it isn't edited, (sorry!) so if there are some mistakes, I'm really REALLY sorry.

Anyway ! Enjoy :)

Arthur coughed and heaved as he tried to fill his lungs with air. There was rubble and debris everywhere and it was infecting his breathing.

He couldn't breathe.

Calm down, Arthur told him self as he started to hyperventilate. You're fine. You're okay.

Slowly calming his breathes to a normal pattern, Arthur attempted to open his eyes. He was greeted with the obvious remains of a broken building. The wall in front of him, or what was left of the wall, was broken to the point that Arthur could see glimpses of people running back and forth in a hurried pace.

What happened?

…

Arthur attempted to move, but groaned as something sharp nipped his leg with the movement.

Did the building explode? Terrorists?

Again, Arthur stubbornly attempted to move. He was greeted with the same pain. He moaned, leaning back against the cold cement in anguish and frustration.

Wait. Where am I?

Startled, Arthur gave a quick double over his surroundings. What was he doing out again? Where is he? What was he doing?

What day is it?

Arthur's eyes widened as he tried to recall this information.

…

Arthur's eyes clenched tighter. Why? No. Calm down. Think about the current situation.

Nodding to himself, he decided to look at his surrounds for answers once more. The wall closest to him was almost completely destroyed. The one next to that was too far for his vision.

Wait.

He didn't have problems seeing?

Taking another look, Arthur noticed it to be extremely dusty around him. So much so that he couldn't see much past his body. He has to get out of here. Its getting harder to breathe.

The blonde shifted his position on the floor so that his back was against the cement, anchoring his arms in preparation to pull his body out of its entrapment.

Slowly, he started to drag his leg out. Groaning in pain as he felt some skin on his leg tear. Little further.

With one last tug, his leg was free. Sighing in relief, Arthur lay back down on his back. He gave a large sigh. Now time to get up.

Moving onto his knees, Arthur attempted to stand. He stumbles a few times, his legs numb, before succeeding in standing. He looked down at his right leg. It was scrapped and bleeding but it was only a flesh wound. He'd be fine. Arthur then started to work towards the broken wall, leaning a hand on it to keep him steady as he climbed out onto the street.

What he saw however, made him pause in his advances.

Everything around him was in chaos. Builds on fire, people roughly shoving past each other to be the first to… wherever they were heading. Alarms of every kind in every direction continued to go off without a single pause. Cars and other un identified debris littered the streets and people rushed in and out of the stores around him, taking advantage of the missing store owners and grabbing everything they could.

Like wild animals around him, people ran and pushed past each other.

He blinked, then took a step away from the wall slowly. Turning back to the building he'd stepped out of, he noticed it was a bar. One of his favourite bars. The one he'd always met Francis at.

Francis.

He remembered! Francis harassed him after work yesterday and convinced him to go to the bar with him, his treat.

So that's how it was. He was at a bar? Too drunk to notice the world around him until it literally came crashing down on him?

Where was that idiot, anyway? It's obviously the next morning. Francis was with him for as long as he can remember. Was he still in that building? Did he get out and leave Arthur behind like discarded luggage?

Honestly, Arthur wouldn't be surprised if he did.

Arthur moved to turn away from the buildings before stopping, eyes clenched in obvious frustration.

Fine. He'd give a look over for the frog. Not that he deserves it. Arthur decided, moving back towards the broken bar.

Arthur huffed as yet another person roughly shoved past him. What was the rush about? From what Arthur could see, the down town part of the city was in flames. But, besides that much, it didn't look like it was a cause for evacuation. Then again, he'd been knocked out when everything happened. Maybe there is supposed to be another attack?

What attack, exactly? What happened?

"Arugh!" Arthur grunted as he was shoved completely off his feet and into the tarmac of the streets. Angrily, Arthur turned to give the offender a good tongue lashing but paused. None in particular looked different then the others. It could have been anyone.

He sighed and stood again, wincing as his leg reminded him to take it easy.

"Ah!" A feminine voice cried out.

Arthur turned in it's direction. It was a lady, obviously far along in pregnancy. She was struggling to kept a steady foot on the side walk, leaning heavily against a store's edge. Arthur assumed someone had shoved her off balance.

Anger bubbled up in him as he watched people walk by her, some brushing against her and knocking her off balance again. He tried to weave through the crowd towards her. Why isn't anyone helping? He thought as his hatred for people started to grow, can't stop thinking about yourselves for one minute you stupid barbarians?

By the time he had made his way over to her, however, he noticed that she was already missing from the original spot. He sighed, turning around in order to not get knocked over himself.

What should he do now? Arthur mused to himself as he started to walk in a random direction. I suppose I should try to figure out the events that occurred in order for this catastrophe to happen. That was a good start. Arthur turned in the direction of his home, starting to walk there. I highly doubt I'd be able to catch a taxi. He fingered his pocket, looking for his cell phone. Finding it, he pulled it out and immediately dialled Francis's number.

The frog (Francis) and him weren't exactly "best buds". Or depending on who you ask, anyway. Frog thought they were "BFF's" . Arthur begged to differ. The only reason he associated himself with The Frog in the first place was because they were coworkers. And because he didn't exactly have very many friends. Arthur tended to not like people, and people had a tendency to not like him back. He was fine with that, really. He didn't need fake friendships or relationships. Nothing good has ever come from people as far as Arthur was concerned. He was fine on his own.

His phone rung once before it went to voice mail. That ment his phone was off. Or Broken. Arthur distractedly wondered where the frog was. He had thoroughly checked the broken bar for anyone who happened to be like him and got trapped in it. However, he came across no one. Which ment Francis was somehow able to walk away and go somewhere. While leaving you behind, His cynical side snapped at him. He ignored it. Where? Maybe he went home? That was where Arthur was heading after such a mess after all.

Lost in his thought, Arthur failed to notice anyone in front of him, so used to people running around him to pay much attention to it. Now, however he had been crossing the street in a diagonal fashion, running straight into a body much larger then his own.

The person turned to him with a face full of anger. Arthur assumed he had been anger before he had face planted into the giant, and now had only made it even worse. He had dark hair, dark eyes and a nasty scar running across his check. He looked like someone from a gang movie.

"S-sorry about that," Arthur stuttered out as he moved back, his throat still incredibly dry.

The man ignore him, and his eyes dropped to Arthur's hand. "Give me your phone." He demanded, moving closer to tower over Arthur.

Arthur gaped for a minute, who did this guys think he was? "How about no?" He snapped.

The man's face became even more distorted in anger. A part of Arthur gulped. Another part told him to sack the brute.

"I don' give a fuck what you hav' to say 'bout it, I'm takin' your goddamn phone, little man." The man snarled in his illiterate accent, and started to reach behind him.

Arthur's nose bunched up in disgust of the mans misuse of the English language. Then completely uncoiled as the man in front of him shoved a gun in the direction of Arthur's forehead.

Arthur froze in his spot. He looked around at the people rushing around him. No one cares…

"Now give me everything yous got," He slurred. Arthur stayed frozen, staring at the gun in his face. The man growled, annoyed, he started to move the gun closer, a warning. He opened his mouth to repeat his order.

"I'd drop that gun if I were you."

Arthur blinked, looking over behind the brute's shoulder to see a man with a gun of his own, directed at the brute's head.

The brute did the same, starting to turn around to see the man.

"Ah, ah, ah." The man taunted, "Step away from him and drop the gun." He demanded professionally. Was he a police officer? Arthur's subconscious mind questioned.

The brute hesitated. He looked Arthur dead in the face as all three of them stood perfectly still for a few moments. Finally the man lowered his gun and broke out into a run in the opposite direction.

"Hey!" The man who saved him yelled, annoyed. He too lowered his gun before sighing and putting it away. He turned towards Arthur with a smile. Arthur took that moment to notice how young he was. The teenager? Had blond hair, with an unbelievable cowlick and the brightest blue eyes Arthur had ever seen. Arthur wondered where he had gotten a hold of a gun. He continued to smile as he asked, "You alright dude? That was a pretty tense situation, huh?" the teenager gave a short laugh.

Arthur bristled, suddenly filled with gratitude, "Yes, thank-you for your help." He said politely and sincerely.

The teenager laughed, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, "Hey, no problem. I'm a hero after all. Couldn't just let that happen in front of me, you know?" He said with a grin.

Arthur did know, however he knew how no one else seemed to share the same thought. "Yes," Arthur released a small smile of his own, "Mr?"

"Alfred F. Jones."

Next chapter will be out soon! Please review! Thanks for reading