A/n: Hello, Hetalia fans! I have decided to write a fan fiction for Hetalia: Axis Powers! Now this is not USUK! It is what I call 'Brotherly love' The only Yaoi couple I support is Italy/Germany which is ADORABLE! But I'm getting off-topic. Any way I don't own Hetalia or Phantom Of the Opera. So without further ado
Madame Kasumi presents
Hero
"Brother,whats a hero?" A little America asked England one night before bed.
"What do you mean, whats a hero? Surely you know what a hero is?" England pointed out.
"Well, I sorta do. I mean, how do you become a hero? Is it hard?" America asked curiously.
"Well A hero could be Someone of distinguished courage or ability who is well liked because of all of his good qualities. Or a hero could be a person who other people feel have heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is thought of as a hero, like you might be considered a local hero if you save a drowning child. Do you understand?" England asked, explaining the best he could while trying keeping it simple, Seeing as America was only a child.
"How can I be a hero?" The colony asked. England smiled. He should have seen this coming.
"Well, you know there are some people in your colony that are in need or sad, maybe you could start by cheering them up. It's a good place to start, so why don't you?" He kissed America on the forehead. "Now its time for all little children to go to bed. Good night. I love you." As England left he heard his little brother ask one more question.
"Brother, Are you anyone's hero?" his little voice asked.
"I don't know. that is part of being a hero. You don't know unless someone tells you. Good Night." And he closed the door until only the moonlight was left to illuminate the little boys room.
"AGGG!" A scream jolted the brit out of bed because he recognized the loud scream full of pure terror. America the brit thought as he jumped out of bed to go see what was wrong. As he neared the Americans room, he could hear heavy sobbing coming from inside. As he opened the door, two round blue saucers stared at him as if expecting a monster.
"England! He sobbed as he recognized who it was. England sprinted across the wooden floor to comfort his little colony.
"Shh, Shh, it's all right" he repeated as he stroked America's blonde hair trying to comfort the little boy. "What's wrong,now?"
America looked up and England with a tear-stained face.
"Well, I had a nightmare where there was this man who was really tall and had SIX ARMS came to kidnap me and then you came in and it.. got you and then it was coming for me and..." He stopped as he could not go on, tears wracking his body.
"Aw, Its okay. Nothing will hurt you as long as I'm here. I'm a big scary Pirate, right?" America hiccupped as he protested.
"But he got you too! And then his face turned into yours! But different."
"Well, you know that part of being a hero is being Brave." He could see that America's eyelids get droopy. "Now you know I'd do anything for you, right? I love you so much, my little America."
"Will you sing to me?" His request caught him off guard.
"What?"
"Please sing for me?"
"Uh.. Okay.
In sleep he sang to me in dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find you're in there inside my mind.
Sing, my angel Sing for me Sing, my angel Sing for me"
America's eyes started to grow more and more tired, so England stopped singing and started to hum the song instead. As America was on the brink of sleep, being coddled in England's arms, England heard his name being whispered.
"England?" America whispered.
"Huh? What is it, love?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Being my Hero."