These are the instances in which Alfred saves a life without realizing how much of a difference he makes. There will be implied Romerica and AmeBela, but no real romance unless you want to think of it that way. There will also be a mention of USUK, but they never actually got together. I thought of this while listening to Hero by Superchick.

No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in…

It was hard not to know who Lovino Vargas was. Really, it was hard to miss him with his bad attitude and constant swearing. If he wasn't the twin brother of one Feliciano Vargas, no one would have believed they were related. In all honesty, no one liked Lovino because he wasn't anything like his cheery brother and instead pushed away everyone. There were rumors that he was a smooth talker towards girls, but no one really knew anything about that.

At lunch, he always sat alone because he had no one to be friends with. In fact, people found joy in bullying him. Especially the Bad Touch Trio.

"Hey Freak, where's my money?" Gilbert sneered, slamming his hand in front of Lovino's face. Lovino glared and dug into his pocket.

"Here, bastard, take the stupid money," he said. "I don't care." He shoved the money into the German's hands and leaned his head against his hand on the table.

"You better fix that bad attitude, perdant," Francis said. [French: Loser] Lovino rolled his eyes and looked at Antonio, his once best friend. He wanted to hear what he had to say, but he made his glare even colder as he looked at the Spaniard. Antonio flinched, but glared back at him.

"What are you looking at, monstruo?" He said. [Spanish: Freak] Lovino rolled his eyes as the three left. He couldn't help the feeling of overwhelming hurt, but he had gotten used to it.

Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong

Unknown to Lovino, a certain blonde American by the name of Alfred was watching the whole thing with a heavy heart. It's not that he hated Lovino or wanted him to die, he just didn't know how to help and he wanted desperately to fit in with the crowd. He didn't want Lovino to be hurt, but that's the price he paid in order belong. Alfred really did want to help Lovino, really. That way he could be the hero he always claimed himself to be. He just had to figure out how to do that.

Alfred decided he would talk to the boy the next day and help him.

He didn't know that Lovino went home every day and contemplated his death. Lovino had a gun that he could use, of course, and his grandfather never seemed to care. He already lost his best friend to Feliciano. What else did he need to live for?

Lovino decided right then and there what he would do.

Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side

Murmurs and gasps were heard as students looked at the top of the school. There was Lovino, standing on the edge of the roof, with a gun pointed at his head. A sad smile adorned his face, and really, some people (Feliciano and Antonio) should have been rejoicing in finally being able to see his smile, but all they felt was fear.

"You all only care for Feliciano and you all hurt me relentlessly!" Lovino yelled down at the crowd, tears slowly falling down his cheeks. "Well, now you don't have to worry about me being in your way any longer!" He braced himself as he prepared to pull the trigger.

Then the door to the roof slammed open.

And a kindness from you might have saved his life

When Alfred saw that Lovino was on the roof with a gun pointed at his head, he immediately ran for the stairs. He couldn't let the boy kill himself. There was no way he would do that. Not after he spent so much time trying to figure out how to help the boy he wanted to call a friend.

He made it to the roof just in time to hear the end of Lovino's speech. In a last ditch effort, he slammed the door open and cried out, "Lovino!" Lovino whirled around in shock and dropped the gun in front of him.

"What do you want, Alfred?" He hissed. "Why do you interfere? I could have been done with this hell already!" Alfred didn't answer until he had successfully pulled crying Italian away from the edge.

"Lovino, I'm really sorry that I've never done anything for you before, alright?" Alfred told him. "I wanted to help you, really! I just… I didn't know how and I've regretted it every day! Please… I want to be your friend. Can you just… not try to kill yourself?" Lovino almost gave in, but then he was reminded of what happened with Antonio and glared at Alfred.

"Why should I believe you?" He growled. Alfred pulled him into a hug.

"Because I'm the one who ran up three flights of stairs to save you while everyone else was just gaping," he murmured. Lovino was shocked as he realized that this was true, and slowly but surely, he gave in and began to cry into the Americans shoulder.

"Fine…" He muttered. "I will give you the chance to be my friend… We'll see how it goes." Alfred grinned.

"That's all I ask for, Lovino."

Heroes are made when you make a choice