Hey this is my first published Hetalia fanfic! (Ive only ever published one thing before but we don't talk about that :/ ) Anyway I've been writing a bunch of stuff so I'm just going to put all of it on this website.

So I might have changed Alfred's personality a little (bit of a lot). The way I did it he's more mature now. He still says he's the hero though. He will always be the hero.

For those of you who are new, or don't care, or still getting the human names confused I'll put them here. If there are any new characters I'll put them at the top of the chapter.

Alfred - America

Arthur - England

Daniel - Male! Hungary

Elizabeta - Hungary

Vladimir - Romania

Lukas - Norway

I hope the spacing is right for you but I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing yet so if it's messed up I'm very sorry.

CHAPTER ONE

Alfred's POV

I smiled as I watched Arthur intently read a book. He looked pretty frustrated, like the main character was being a jerk or something.

I wasn't sure why it was bothering me, but I hadn't been in high school with Arthur, and he never talked about it. Maybe it was just something I did, but I talked about high school all of the time.

Maybe it was just my friends, but they did too. Everyone except for Arthur. And recently, it had been all I could think about.

"Arthur?"

"Yes?" he mumbled back, not looking up.

"What was high school like for you?" I said, without really thinking first.

"I-it was school. N-nothing more, nothing less."

He got up and walked away, not even bothering to mark his place in his book. It wasn't typical of him to just leave without politely saying goodbye. At least he could put the book back in its proper place, wherever he had decided that may be.

I knew what I should do, but I also knew what I wanted to do. And besides, in the long run what I wanted to do might be better for Arthur.

I wasn't sure what my actions should be. The pages of his book started to turn. I sighed, fishing an old piece of paper put of my pocket and put it in between the right pages.

Being the hero I was, I closed the book and followed Arthur. I had hesitated long enough that I didn't see him anywhere, but it was a small apartment and he probably just went to his room. As I got to the end of the hallway I stopped. Was this really the right thing to do?

I was raising my hand to knock, when I thought of something. Arthur was pretty stubborn, and it wasn't like anything I could say would make him talk. But there was another way. I felt bad to do it, but something told me I had to.

I knocked on the door.

"What do you want?"

I took that as permission to come in. Arthur's room was as organized as it gets. It didn't surprise me, because if I expected that from anyone, it was Arthur.

He was laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling, tapping some rhythm on the mattress with one of his hands. His other hand rested on his stomach and a small square decorative pillow with his flag on it supported his head.

"So, what did you want?"

"Uh, well, um, I have to visit one of my friends but he left the Academy for Thanksgiving break. So I'll be in Romania for who knows how long so just.. Yeah don't die or set the apartment complex on fire with your scones or anything..."

"Good luck Alfred. You'll need it." Arthur sitting up and smiling just a tad. Suddenly I realized how important it was I talk to Vladimir. Arthur rarely smiled. It must have been related to his past.

I packed a few things just in case, and we said our goodbyes and off I went to the "airport." I wasn't sure why I told Arthur I could be gone a long time. I just did.

I made my way over to where Vladimir lived with his roommate, and cousin, Daniel Héderváry. It was surprising how well the two of them got along while Daniel's sister, Elizabeta, absolutely despised Vladimir.

I walked up and tried the door handle, suspecting that it had been left unlocked. I had been right, and I walked into the slightly chaotic apartment inhabited by the two. Vladimir's strange decorations made the entrance feel dark and not very welcoming. I was used to it. I walked into the living room, where Daniel was sitting on a gray armchair reading a book.

"Well, hello Alfred!" Daniel said. "I wasn't expecting you!"

" I wasn't expecting to come, " I laughed. " Have you seen Vladimir? "

" Yeah he just got back from wherever he went. He's in his room. "

I thanked Daniel and left him to his reading. I walked through the kitchen, to the part of the apartment which led to the hallway where Vladimir's bedroom was. I didn't bother to knock. Vladimir was rearranging things on a shelf. He had stacks of stuff scattered here and there, and one too many jars of strange potions for my liking. The walls were decorated with charts that must be explaining some form of magic.

It's a known fact at Hetalia Academy that none of us are normal. Some, like Vladimir, were magicians. We had a strange variation of traits that made it next to impossible to send us to college anywhere else.

Vladimir turned around and saw me. He was dressed in black, white, and red, but then again when wasn't he? A white and red striped shirt with black jeans and a black jacket. It was good to know he was still sane. He wasn't wearing neon green, he was fine.

We all questioned his sanity the day he wore neon green. Every single one of us, with the possible exception of Daniel.

"Hey Alfred. What brings you here?"

"Well, as much as I would like to have a normal conversation, I need a little work done with magic.

"That boy, your roommate. Last I checked he was as much a magician as I. "

"He won't help me. As a matter of fact, he's the entire reason I'm here. "

Vladimir raised a thin eyebrow and focused his attention on me. After I explained the entire story to him there was a scary glint in his eye. He gave me wide smile, showing his fang-like teeth.

Vladimir didn't stop to judge my reason. He was accepting, and he was also my friend. He would help me, even if my idea was crazy. The other magician at the Academy, Lukas Bondevik, wasn't the most welcoming person you could meet, so I was glad Vladimir was willing to help and I didn't have to ask Lukas.

As he rushed around gathering stuff from those creepy jars and mixing them together, he explained his plan.

I was supposed to change history. He was going to send me into Arthur's past. Anything I did would effect the future Arthur, the one that I knew. It was a giant responsibility. I'm not the most responsible of people, but I was a hero. I could do this. As he gave me a glass of dark liquid, he explained that it would give me one weeks time in the past. He gave me two other containers. He explained that the red one would bring me back to the present before the original potion wore off. The black liquid, like the one I was about to drink, would give me an additional week.

I said goodbye to Vladimir, and took a deep breath. I could do this. This was my chance to save Arthur. I couldn't explain why, but my heart rate was increased. It wasn't from the fact I was about to go back in time, I was sure of that. I thought of Arthur, and how rare it was for him to smile. He needed to do that more often. I tipped my head back and swallowed. The liquid felt smooth and cold as I went down my throat.

A few seconds later everything started to spin. I looked down and saw that I was fading, slowly becoming transparent. This me wouldn't exist anymore, I would be somewhere else. I remembered how Arthur had given me a rare smile just earlier today. I picked out the details of his face. His blonde hair that couldn't be tamed, his bright green eyes that always look annoyed, his giant caterpillar eyebrows. I wondered if his eyebrows were going to be that bushy in the past. It was the last thought in my head before the world dropped away and I was surrounded by darkness.

I might wait a little while just so there are at least a few people interested when I add another chapter :) hope you'll keep reading. I know it's a little early for this but if you have any suggestions I'm totally open to constructive criticism

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