Hi there! So I'm back, and with a hope that I won't completely abandon this site again. Whoopsies ^_^7. So I've recently become a fan of Hetalia so I'd thought I'd give it a shot. Also, since this is my first time writing for Hetalia, please. Please don't hate me that it's crappy. Okay, hate me. I should practice more -_-. Oh and this in no way follows actual history.
Disclaimer: Don't own any official companies that get mentioned. I also don't own hetalia. At all. None. Zip. Nothing... What? Me? Bitter?

God did it feel good to be out of there...America bit into his burger and his body relaxed as he chewed. It was tough being around all the nations. Sure he was a hero, and heroes can handle anything, but they can still get tired sometimes. (Heroes deserve burgers as well by the way.) Nobody liked his ideas either which sucked. His ideas were good too! They just didn't listen! Okay ya... some of the ideas were a bit... too original.. but some of the more amazing ones just never got voiced. Britain usually cut him off or distracted him before he could get into it.

"Eat the burger America.. eat the burger and be happy.." He joked to himself. How could the rest of the world mock him for his burgers again? THEY FIXED EVERYTHING. Alfred stood up and threw out his trash before walking out of the McDonalds. As he jogged down the sidewalk he took a deep breath and smiled. He felt perfectly fine now, he felt like his good ol' Hero self!
I don't think I have any papers or work for the rest of the day... Guess I should call up Mattie to hang out. Maybe I could teach him how to actually play catch this time... Eh practice make perfect I guess!

Alfred whipped out his phone and dialed Canada's number. He leaned against a building wall as he waited, tapping his foot impatiently against the ground.

"...Hello?" A quiet voice rang out from the phone.

"Hey Mattie! It's me! I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day so mind if I drop in?"

"Eh?..Well.. I guess it doesn't matter... I've only got some work to do-"

"Great see ya in 5!" Alfred hung up leaving Canada with nothing but the stupid phone tone.

Canada sighed and pressed his phone to the receiver. Alfred is so loud.

"... At least he remembered my name this time.."

His bear looked up at him. "Who are you?"

"...I'm Canada. The person who feeds you, Kumajima..."
~~~ Time has passeddddddddd~~~

Canada got up as he heard his doorbell ring and reached to open the door for Alfred before it flew and hit him in the face.
"Canada? Where are you?" America slammed the door behind him, showing him his brother at his side. "Oh there you ar-...Dude why is your forehead all red?" America pointed his finger and the Canadian pushed it away with a sigh.
"It's nothing..."

As soon as Alfred got in it was automatic. He dragged out the newest video game he had gotten from Japan and pulled Canada down the hall to start an epic war of video games that didn't end until America finally looked at his watch and realized it was midnight. {Mask: yes, that was me being lazy.}
Alfred looked over at his brother who had fallen asleep with his head on Alfred's shoulder, and gave a soft smile.

"Jeeze Mattie.." He lifted his brother up and carried him upstairs and laying him on his bed. "Not as light as you used to be huh.." he muttered and turned to close the door, making sure to glance one more time at Canada before his closed it fully. "Well now what am I supposed to do?" He ran his fingers through his hair. He walked around the house trying to jot up some ideas into his head and looked out the window. "It's a nice night out... I can always go walking... The outdoors are good for ideas anyway!" He smiled and ran outside, locking the front door behind him with a spare key. A small breeze was the only thing that accompanied Alfred out there as he walked. He tugged his bomber jacked around him just a bit tighter and smiled when his hair was tousled a bit by the soft wind.

He started whistling the theme to the "Star Spangled Banner" and took off towards a dense bit of forest. Truth be told, he still carried a deep affection for nature and the environment. It's just that as he got older he had been able to find less to really appreciate it as much like right now. It reminded him of the times he lived in the wilderness before he became a colony of England's...

"That's funny..." Alfred murmured quietly to himself. It felt as if the whole area had just leaned towards him, and he felt a small chill run down his back. He continued to whistle though, bringing him out of any thoughts that might've brought him down (or scared him). Everything froze then and Alfred couldn't get out a single note before something hit him brutally against his head then neck. He dropped to his knees as waves of pain washed from the back of his skull to the front, he tried to swing his leg around the knock his attacker off his own legs only for a cloth to be pressed tightly against his nose and lips.
Struggling. He couldn't beat it out at the moment and fell fully on to the ground.

Heroes don't lose easily like this... and darkness embraced him with open arms.

Mask: Okay so I know it's not great. And lotta people are going "Wow this is unoriginal crap, next he's gonna be in Russia's house right?" Wrong! BECAUSE I HAVE YET TO FIGURE OUT WHO DID THAT TO ALFRED. yes... im bad at planning. I do on the spot stuff :) So. Tell me what you think please, and uh suggestions for the person even? I don't care. But give a reason ;) See ya!