Prologue:
In life there are some seconds we wish we could alter just a little bit to avoid the terrible future that would be sure to arise.
Alfred sat in the back seat singing along to the radio, as his mom drove him and his brother- Matthew- downtown for their sport lessons.
"Al could you pipe down? I'm trying to do my homework." Matthew asked for what felt like the billionth time.
"I feel it in my bones- no can do Mattie! This is the epicist song of all time! – Whoa oh oh oh…" Alfred continued to sing.
"Alfred, 'epicist' isn't a word and you should listen to Matthew and sing softer." Their mother straightened the car's mirror on Alfred and pierced her emerald colored eyes at him. Alfred immediately shut up.
Matthew straightened his glasses and murmured thanks then quickly returned to his assignment.
Alfred sat grumpily for a few minutes, before turning his attention to his mother. Alfred's mom was a computer engineer who worked for some big international company who happened to have their HQ set up in Atlanta- where the boys and their mom currently resided. Her name was Molly Jones, a brunette with shiny blue eyes and a drive to succeed in life and another drive to help her sons. To the boys though, Molly was just Mom. And Mom was a sharp-tongued, witty, tough cookie, alpha dog that knew what she was doing in the kitchen. That was their mom.
At the moment Molly had her attention on the upcoming exit, just about ready to turn onto it, but then for just a split possibly fatal second her attention turned to Alfred.
She smiled softly but then a car that was appallingly close sped by and honked at her.
Alfred held his breath as his mom quickly swerved to the right, avoiding a collision.
She smiled, "Heh, well that was a close-"
In life there are some seconds we wish we could alter just a little bit to avoid the terrible future that would be sure to arise, for the family this was one of those seconds. One of the seconds where they just wished that Molly's eyes had been on the road. Because maybe-just maybe- if Molly's eyes had been on the road, they would've noticed the blue car that was going way too fast. And if they had noticed that blue car then maybe Molly could've swerved again, stopping the head on collision. But Molly's eyes weren't on the road. She didn't notice the racing blue car. But she did get in a collision with that blue car. The blue car smashed right into the side where Alfred was sitting in the back seat.
"What- what do you mean!?" Matthew cried out, abruptly sitting up in his wheelchair. Matthew whimpered from the pain that came from the movement.
"I'm sorry Matthew, she's gone." The nurse said again, clutching her clipboard she hated delivering the news.
Matthew sunk back in his chair and asked, "What about Al?"
The chubby nurse flipped the sheet and her eyes widened.
"He's fallen into a coma… I'm sorry Matthew." The nurse tucked a piece of blond hair behind Mattie's ear and patted his cheek. She gave him a sad smile and then walked away.
"Gone…" Matthew whispered to himself.
"Mr. Williams, we've contacted your father, he said he'll be taking the next flight into town." A doctor announced.
Matthew wasn't paying attention though. He saw no reason to. His mom was… dead. And his brother- one of the people who only knew of his existence- was in a coma! A coma! Matthew shook his head a little bit, this seemed like something that could only happen in the poorly written fanfictions Alfred showed him sometimes.
The doctor cleared his throat and Matthew perked his head up.
"Sorry?" Matthew asked.
"You'll be staying overnight…" The doctor said again.
Typically Matthew would've nodded, but his neck was killing him so he responded. "Alright, thank you."
"Doctor Yates to room 301. Doctor Yates to room 301." The intercom blared overhead.
"I gotta go." Doctor Yates (Matthew assumed he was Doctor Yates) said and then left the blond alone, to what was definitely the worst day so far in his short young life.
Nathan Williams sat on the plane, nervously drumming his fingers against his pant leg.
Just seven hours ago some doctor in Atlanta had called the Canadian and had told him his son- and his brother and mother- had gotten in a wreck. Nathan had instantly canceled his meeting and ordered a flight to Atlanta. Just before he'd arrived on the plane, the hospital called again this time telling him that his son- little Mattie- had been paralyzed from the waist down. And the boys' mom- Molly- had been killed. They wouldn't spill any news on Alfred though, as he wasn't his biological son or guardian.
Now Nathan was waiting for the plane to announce how long it'd be until they landed.
"Excuse me passengers, due to a slight misjudgment on the weather patterns, please expect a delay of three hours…" The captain said over the intercom.
Nathan rubbed his forehead and then put in his ear buds. He just wanted to tune out the world for a minute.
Alfred woke up, his head pounding like a drum.
He blinked once or twice and then realized his glasses had fallen off. He searched all over in the grass for his glasses.
Finally after minutes of searching, his fingers swept over the metal frame of his glasses.
"Booya!" Alfred cried and then he picked them up and placed them on the bridge of his nose.
"Woah…" Alfred -to say the least- was astonished by what surrounded him. Around him was a running stream and grass that was too green to belong to any city in Georgia- or the Southeastern United States for that matter.
There were tall growing trees that stretched farther than Al's eyes could see. Birds were singing and the sun was beginning to rise up over the horizon, casting the world in a wonderful orange glow.
Alfred pushed himself up off the ground and patted the dirt off of his pants. Well better go find someone and ask for directions! Alfred thought with a smile on his face. Alfred began walking towards the sun, not really knowing what he was hoping for.
Minutes turned into hours and hours into the afternoon. Finally Alfred stumbled towards a strawberry patch and just as he was plucking a strawberry a woman yelled, "Matthew! Go now and sell the chickens in town!"
Alfred's head perked up at the mention of his brother and he looked all over the small farm patch for a blond.
Eventually Alfred spotted the small cottage and a blond with overalls leaving with a limp chicken in hand.
"Matt…?" Alfred whispered. He'd never seen Matthew with a straw hat and overalls on before, so this was quite a shock to him.
Matthew began exiting the fields, the wheat seeming to move aside as he walked through.
Never seen wheat move before. Odd. Alfred thought.
Alfred stepped out of the strawberry patch and began running towards his brother.
"Matt!" Alfred's voice gradually grew louder and louder as he began running towards Mattie.
Finally Matthew turned around and Alfred grabbed him into a bear hug.
"Matt! I missed you so much!" Alfred cried.
Matthew pushed Al away, he looked as if he'd just seen a ghost.
"Dead… You're supposed… You're supposed to be dead." Matthew whispered.
A/N: Hey everyone! Guess who's back? So this is the Prologue/introduction to my new story. In case you're confused the 'place' Alfred is waking up in isn't a real place. It's just his mind coming up with a place to keep his conscience. So this is not based on fact- or at least I don't know if it is- as most people when in a coma do not wake up in another place. Well they actually might but I wouldn't know that. I'm writing this at midnight so this probably isn't going to be my best section of the story. Also I'm considering throwing in a pairing, either AmeriPan (my otp :3 ) or USUK. Review what you would prefer!
Anyways, review, follow and/or favorite for me please. So England/Arthur and France/Francis aren't there parents (FACE family~) since I want the boys to be around the same age in this fic :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the song Radioactive or the group Imagine Dragons.
-MW