He stood there in front of the library doors, Alfred F Jones: Super Hero.
Every super hero has fears, he told himself; they can't always be super, not all the time. He thought about his comics on the shelf above his bed, and tried to recall what his heroes would do in times like this.
What was the first thing Peter Parker said to Mary Jane? He couldn't remember. Why could he not remember? He was always quoting comics; it was one of the few things he was good at.
But that didn't matter now, it wasn't Mary Jane in there, and he wasn't Peter Parker, this called for a different approach. His brothers words replayed in his head, "just be Al", that's all he needed to do, just be Al! That wasn't hard now, was it?
He could remember the last time he was "just Al", he liked to hide and let the hero face the brunt of the day, that way "just Al" can't be hurt.
But this lunch time it was different, this lunch time was special, and if all went according to plan this lunch time might even be super! Because in there, beyond these doors lay the future. The scary, unpredictable future, which he hoped above hope, would go epically, he would even settle for it going well, as long as it ended positively.
He could see his target hunch over a pile of text books.
His left hand griped his math homework tighter.
He took a deep breathe.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside, the first word of his question erupting from his lips, "Kiku…."
Author's Note: I don't own Hetalia