~Prologue~

Hey guys! It's Nativa, and I have a new story for y'all- well, the re-write anyway! Okay, so I finally got around to doing this, after what- two weeks? To new readers: Welcome! And for those of you who didn't get it, yes, I have killed off my favorite gringo.

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own Hetalia. Goddammit…

Enjoy~

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America was walking out of his UN building when he heard his name in a conversation coming from one of the extra rooms. He stilled, and started eavesdropping.

"-such a bloody idiot!" Ah, it was England. America was about to keep moving- England always complained about him- when he heard other voices agreeing.

"I know! I will never understand how he became superpower, aru!"

"It'z obviouzly your fault, Angleterre."

"Oi! What's that supposed to mean, frog?!"

"It meanz zhat if he went with moi, he wouldn't have turned out this way! Look at mon petite Mathieu; just as powerful, with none of Amérique's… flaws."

America felt his heart drop to his shoes. He did his best to act obnoxious during the meetings, but he didn't know to what extent the rest of the world hated him. He thought that yes, he was a bit loud, but that overall he was a good nation. 'Surely someone will try to defend me…'

"D-don't say that, Mr. France!" Of course! Lithuania was one of America's closest friends; he had called living with him 'heaven on earth'. Of course he'd defend America. "Mr. America may be kind of… slow, but he's a good person!"

America drew back as if he'd been burned.

Slow? One of his greatest friends… thought him to be... slow? Dark thoughts flitted through America's head.

'Maybe the world would be better off without me…'

"Are you kidding me, aru?! I honestly don't see how you could have lived with him, Lithuania. It must have been torture picking up after him."

"W-well, no, a-actually-"

"Not to mention, his people are bloody annoying! They-"

America didn't stay to hear the rest. He turned on his heel and walked off quickly, processing what he had just heard.

'Well, if they hate me so much, they won't mind when I'm gone.'

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A/N: Ok, just a short prologue to start this off. This story was inspired by Liondancer17's 'If I Die Young', but very loosely, as I only used a single element from there that will be explained in later chapters. This is the last you will be seeing of Alfred for the rest of this fic, so I hope you're ready for that.

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~Nativa