A/N: Hiya. This is my first fanfic on this account. How exciting? (notreally) I had another account, Inspirational Spark, but I don't really use that one anymore. So... This is my first time writing Hetalia stuff. I've written Sonic and Pokemon fics when I was a bit younger... And my first attempt at actually writing yaoi too. I usually just read it. I hope you like it~
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia... or the laptop I'm typing on.
A loud ringing jolted Alfred F. Jones from his sleep early that morning, alarm at the noise causing him to accidently fall out of bed. The American groaned and rubbed the spot where his head had hit the ground. His cell phone sang impatiently again from his bed side table. With an annoyed sigh he reached up, grabbed it, and fumbled with the touch screen for a moment.
"Hullo?" he yawned sleepily.
"Oh, I'm sorry love? Did I wake you?" a British voice asked. Alfred recognized the voice of his boyfriend, and long-time ally Arthur Kirkland, also known as Britain or more formally "The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland".
"It's okay Iggy. I probably needed to get up soon anyways. What can the hero do for you?"
There was a pause, and a mournful sigh from the other end of the conversation.
"It's about the war..."
"Did you and Francis finally kick the Axis's asses? I still can't believe they had the nerve to declare war on you guys again after how World War II..." the personification of America faded off into his trademark incoherent ranting.
"No. I'm afraid Ivan has had to drop out off the war, and he has insisted that Yao stop fighting with us too and 'Become on with him', or something. We're outnumbered..."
Alfred's excited rambling abruptly cut off at the Briton's news.
"Seriously dude? You and Francis are totally alone now?"
"Yes. And I'm afraid we haven't been faring well-"
Arthur was saying sadly when the phone line crackled and it became hard for Alfred to hear his boyfriend talk.
"Don't worry Iggy! The hero is coming to rescue you!" he said, mustering his best superhero voice. Iggy needed to stay strong.
"Thank you love but..." the American heard no more as the call died.
"I love you Iggy," Alfred whispered, a tear running down his face.
He sat upright and wiped away the tear, a new determination in his eyes. Heroes couldn't be weak. Heroes had to be strong to help people in trouble. With these thoughts in view of his mind's eye, he dialed the number to his boss's phone.
"Hullo? Mr. President? It's America. I need to speak with you immediately"
...To be continued.
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~Cayla