A/N: So this is the prologue to a mostly Alfred/Americacentric fic I'm starting. I kinda got this idea a.)Its America's freaking birthday and b.) after reading about a bunch of American volunteers helping some Japanese victims this weekend. This will be rated T for language, gore, torture, and slight yaoi references but otherwise the USxWorld will be friendship pairings. The rating may go up depending on how graphic I decide to make the gore. If you like heavy angst, drama, and tragedy then you'll like this story.
Update: Ok, went back and corrected some mistakes that people have pointed out. Thanks guys for the likes and reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own the awesome Prussia or any other characters from Hetalia.
Prologue
In Japan, Kiku watched as his people still suffered months after the tsunami hit his country.
As the personification of Japan; the earthquakes, the tsunami, and the nuclear plant crisis marred his underneath his clothes. He did not want to admit it, he was proud Japanese man and a strong nation, yet he needed helped. He craved for a companion that understood how shattered his country had become, how shattered he had become like a broken mirror.
Kiku kept his eye on the events unfolding around the world, however he had most of his attention focused on his people.
The Japanese country, so deep in thought, did not notice a figure standing behind. Only when the stranger uttered," Every single one of us have our own problems, I guess."
Kiku peered over his shoulder. Chocolate eyes stared transfixed into a shining indigo sea of emotion. Beneath the twinkling sun's reflection over the azure waves, lay an entrenched, sunken ship filled with anguish and despair, belonging to a broken soul like his own. A pale beach littered with bruises surrounded the deep ocean water.
"Am-"
"Kiku, I'm a hero. You need help. Let a hero do his job."