AN: Hello, I'm back with a new story! And no, Alfred thinks he's a time traveler, but really, it's more like a transporter. Haha, oh well. This is kind of like a 'pilot' chapter to see if people are interested in the plot line/idea. If it is, I will start taking requests on where Alfred will visit next!
Another thing to note: This is a HUMAN!AU. Also, hints of pairings can be found. I don't know if I'll romanticize it up, but if you guys want, I will take requests. I do NOT own Hetalia.
Thanks, please give some reviews? I'll try updating every week, but not sure how long this is going to last. I mostly write when I actually have inspiration, which is like 0.001% of the time. 1000x gomen okay I can't-
"Alfred, what did I just say?! Go play outside! Burn some calories! You're gonna rot your mind playing all those video games!" With those words, a dirty-blond haired boy was shoved out his front door, nearly tripping over himself. He was hastily dressed in a blue down coat and black ski cap. Grumbling, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat and walked down the steps of his porch.
Jeez, he thought, irritated. it's like, -50 degrees out! I swear, my parents are trying to kill me!
As if that wasn't bad enough, his whole neighborhood was covered in freshly-fallen snow. It had to be at least three inches. At least, if Alfred looked on the bright side, there was no wind. It was dead silent, except for a few squealing kids playing on the other side of the street. He started walking down his pathway that led to the street. He took a right, figuring he could go a couple of blocks and come back. Hopefully, that would be enough for his overbearing parents.
The 13-year-old kept his head down, kicking at the clumps of snow with his worn down Nikes. He breathed heavily, fascinated by the clouds of air venting from his mouth. Alfred wouldn't admit it out loud(because that would make him look like such a baby), but it was pretty cool. When he felt like a badass, he'd pretend he was taking a smoke. Other times, he would draw out short puffs of breath, pretending he was a mighty dragon that ruled the skies!
"Hey! Move out of the way!" Alfred looked up in time to see a middle-aged man push him aside, making him fall on his bottom. Angrily, he got up, shaking off the snow that was now soaking into his jeans. He swiveled around, but the man was already jogging off, already houses away from Alfred.
"Jerkface!" the boy called after him, scowling. Alfred decided he had enough with 'playing outside'. All he wanted was to go back home, scarf down a brownie, and resume playing Grand Theft Auto V. Turning around, the blond headed back in the direction he came. However, something caught his eye. In the avenue, a few feet away, was a strange, metal device. Its corner was poking out under the blanket of snow. Curious, Alfred walked up to it. He bent down and picked it up. He dusted the snow off of it and examined it. The device looked like a metal cube, about the size of an infant's shoe box. Alfred balanced it on one hand. The cube was surprisingly light. He turned it over and found a red, glowing button.
Alfred looked around the street. He wondered if anybody tossed it out, or maybe they had dropped it on accident. He turned his attention back to the cube. The red, glowing button reminded him of one of his comics, where the villain would use the button as a switch for a trap. Alfred figured that pressing the button would trigger something. He used a finger to press it lightly, shrinking back, if for some reason, an anvil would drop out of the sky, or if a trap door appeared beneath him. The blond waited and waited. Nothing happened.
Huh, what a waste! Alfred thought, disappointed. Oh well, the box itself looks pretty awesome.
The boy pushed it into his pocket. The device obliged, magically shrinking its figure so that there was no more bulge in his jacket. Alfred gawked at it and took it out. The device then grew back to its normal size. He turned it over again, looking at it. Weird. He shoved it into his pocket and took it back out. The same thing happened. As soon as he was going to put it back in his pocket, the cube started glowing with gold light. Then, a sudden flash of light blinded Alfred. He shielded his eyes, yet held the cube with his other hand. Even though he closed his eyes, he felt as if the golden hue was breaking through. The world turned upside down. And then, he was gone. All that was left was his treaded footprints, etched into the snow, on the corner of an everyday avenue.
