It's funny. This idea came to me in math class. My teacher isn't the most- Oh how do I say this- SANE person. And I think he was talking about robot elves and sexy parallelograms at the time, but he said one thing that gave birth to this baby. Time travel. He said that and suddenly this came out. The plot is odd and almost ridiculous, but I like the idea of a time traveler who ISN'T from the future. And I love Hetalia and yaoi so instead of making this an ACTUAL story that I came up with, I'm gonna jack characters from a show and make it a fanfic! :D yay for laziness and unoriginality! But no 'yay's for math class (btw this chapter is brought to you by Bohemian Rhapsody and Don't Stop Me Now...repeated like 6 times). Anyway, this is kinda OOC as far as Alfred goes. FYI :Whenever it goes in to first person it's Alfred commenting, though this story is in third person. Oh yeah and Becca? Don't read this. It's features a homosexual pairing. I know that's not exactly your thing. I'll write a story for a straight pairing one of these days just for you.
Disclaimer: If I owned hetalia do you honest-to-god think I would be writing fanfiction for it?
I don't know what came over me. I risked my life for a guy I had never seen before. If you asked anyone else they would probably say he was a completely average guy. Normal face, average height, messy hair. He seemed like the type that most people would overlook. I'm not sure why he caught my attention. He didn't even look like the kind of guy that needed saving. I'm pretty tall for my age, so he looked pretty small to me, but he had this...look. This determined and sort of feisty look. He looked like he could take care of himself. But even if he couldn't, for all I know it was his time to die. In fact, I might have messed up fate by saving him. But I didn't think about all of that when I did it. All I could think about was how beautiful he looked right at that moment.
Alfred F. Jones was having a pretty pleasant morning by his standards. It was completely routine and that was fine by him. Change-even for the better- always seemed to bring misfortune right along with it. He'd rather deal with his boring, average life than deal with an exciting one full of mishaps.
He woke up the way he did most mornings- hanging off the side of his small bed in his extremely messy room. The upper half of his body was dangling over his carpet, and he had to push himself up on his elbows to stop his face from connecting with the floor. His alarm clock was blasting some classic 80's station and he could hear the familiar beat of a song that had probably been made just before he was born. His palm connected with the off button of the alarm with a loud smack, and he quickly shook off the pain as he reached for his glasses.
They were just out of his reach and only his fingertips grazed the lens. He gathered enough strength to push himself forth just a little bit more, but unfortunately he lost his balance and the lower half of his body decided to join his upper half on the floor.
He groaned loudly and stayed in that position for a minute longer, breathing in the scent of old fast food wrappers and dirty clothes.
Deciding this wasn't the most pleasing scent, he pushed himself up from the floor and chanced a look at the clock. 8:30 AM. He had roughly 20 minutes to get ready for his dead-end job at the town's only comic book store and only 10 minutes to get there.
Groaning for the second time that morning, he stood up on weak knees and stumbled over to the mirror above his horribly battered dresser. He reached up to his face and pinched both cheeks-carefully examining his appearance.
His sandy-blond hair was ruffled and had several hairs sticking up in odd directions, one strand particularly so. His beloved cowlick that never seemed to go down.
Ignoring that piece of hair, he moved on to the rest of his body. His bright blue eyes skimmed over his shirtless body as he took a poke at his abs. Satisfied with the fact that they hadn't gotten mushy with his lack of exercise, he turned away from the mirror.
He bent down and picked up the first shirt he saw lying on the ground. It was a tee- shirt adorned with a large Union Jack. Honestly, he wasn't sure where he had gotten it, but it would prove to be rather ironic that he was wearing it that particular morning. He considered putting on a different pair of jeans, but he decided to instead wear the same ones he had worn to bed last night. It was unlikely anyone would notice and they were clean enough in his opinion.
He completed the look by placing his square-framed glasses on his face and throwing his signature bomber jacket over his shoulder. Giving one last look to his room, he slammed the door shut and ran to the kitchen of his shared apartment to look for food.
He found his caring Canadian brother had already anticipated him having to rush as he had set out a stack of delicious pancakes drenched in maple syrup on the counter. Next to the plate of flapjacks was a small yellow sticky note with a clear no-nonsense message.
Eat the pancakes on your way out because if you're late I will personally kick your ass. Oh, and you're welcome for carrying you home last night after finding you passed out at a bar. ~Matthew.
Ah. How sweet of his adorable little passive-aggressive brother to leave a note. Alfred smiled at this, but then his smile quickly dropped as he recalled last nights events.
He barely remembered going to a bar to meet up with his friend Francis, but what he did recall was him falling unconscious on to the floor after his embarrassingly long rant about his lonely life and after he had downed his 10th drink. He wouldn't know since he hardly remembered these late-night escapades, but apparently he wasn't the happiest drunk. He had heard stories of some of his drunken shenanigans and they weren't exactly the sort of things you wanted to be remembered for. At least it usually took a few for him to do something embarrassing or pass out due to his size and high tolerance for alcohol.
Waving off last nights embarrassment, he stuffed a pancake in his mouth and took one with him as he ran out the door. Forgetting to lock the door on his way out, he skipped the stairs down to the parking lot two at a time as he tried in vain to swallow his pancakes quickly.
He finally reached the rather large parking lot and he looked around for his beat up old car (He had actually crashed it at least 3 times and had never really gotten it fixed after those accidents). He frowned as he noticed his car wasn't in the lot, but it wasn't as if he had been expecting anything else. His brother always took the car without fail and this morning was no different.
Heaving a large sigh, he started in a jog towards his long walk to the job he was most certainly going to be late for.
6 minutes in to his walk he had stopped jogging altogether and was now taking a leisurely stroll through the small streets of his town. He had already passed a few of his friends, whom he had been quick to ignore, and now he was just walking aimlessly through the streets on his way to work.
In his boredom he had started to make little games for himself. There had been a brief game of only counting red cars that passed by, but that had quickly gotten old. Instead he was now looking through the small trickling of people passing by, searching for any one interesting.
So far the most interesting person he had seen was a rather large man-almost a head taller than himself-wearing a long, flowing pink scarf and talking in to a cell phone in what appeared to be animated Russian.
He kept his watch for a few more minutes before his patience with the game grew thin. He had only seen one or two interesting people so far and even then they weren't extremely interesting. He was just about to give up and run over to the comic store to beg for forgiveness (for being late) from his brother when he felt a fat rain drop fall on to his the tip of his nose.
Alfred frowned slightly in irritation, but then his mood was raised as he had a thought.
If it starts pouring out here I can just blame my tardiness on the rain! There's no way Mattie would be cruel enough to yell at me when I walk in soaking wet! Maybe I should even throw in a small pout for good measure...
Satisfied with his new turn of luck he walked down the street even slower and held up his hands to catch the multiple water droplets now pouring out. He was so distracted with this activity that he barely noticed the shorter male rush past him while holding a now soaked newspaper over his head.
As it happened he did look up at the last moment and did notice the man, and he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat.
The man was of an average height- a few inches shorter than him- and he had his head ducked down so that Alfred could only see the top of his messy blond hair and the clothes he wore. He definitely wasn't dressed for the rain as he was only wearing a short sleeved shirt and slightly long tan slacks. He noticed the slight shiver that went through the other male as he was running off the curb and Alfred frowned. Alfred, for a reason he couldn't fathom, had the urge to offer the other man his jacket, but of course he knew that it would be more than a little awkward to do so with a stranger.
He continued to watch the man until he deemed his actions to be a little creepy, and he swiftly turned away from him- trying to still his beating heart. He was more than a little confused at this reaction, as the man wasn't particularly attractive, but he wasn't upset with the feeling. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Alfred rather liked the feeling that this man gave him, and he wasn't exactly happy to let this feeling go. He was ready to turn around again to chance another look at the man when he heard a sound he would hope he never heard again.
Loud and grating, he heard a car horn honk and tires skid only a few feet away from him. He could hear the people around him gasp as they watched the scene before them, but he couldn't bring himself to turn around now. Somehow he knew what was happening even though he couldn't see it.
He heard a strangled sort of yell and then a dull thump as the car made contact with the stranger's body. People around him began moving towards the accident and he could barely hear someone yelling for someone to call a doctor over the beating of his own heart.
Somehow, even then, he knew it was useless to call a doctor. He still hadn't seen the condition of the other person, or who it was, but he could just tell the other was dead. He knew this as much as he knew his name was Alfred and the sky was blue. This was simply fact and it tore his heart apart. What cruel twist of fate was this? To send him a person who had made his heart race and then take him away. It was something out of a tragedy, not his life.
He heard sirens in the distance and he tried to calm himself down. Maybe, he thought, Just maybe it wasn't the man from earlier. Maybe it was some other poor unfortunate soul.
This thought seemed to still his heart for the moment and he chanced a look around. He turned his body as slow as possible, trying to put off the inevitable, but it wasn't slow enough. The scene before him shattered whatever hope he had been keeping and left him broken.
He could see the man from only a few moments earlier, lying on the hard road and getting pelted with rain. His body was crumpled and in such an awkward position that Alfred was sure no living man could imitate it. His skin was ghostly white and it paled even more by the red liquid surrounding him.
The man was lying in a pool of his own dark blood, and there was a fresh trail running out between his lips. Alfred wanted to stop looking, but he couldn't. He found himself drawn towards the scene as he looked on in horror and disbelief. He stumbled towards the other man, pushing through the throng of people now surrounding him and just stared.
Even now, in death, he looked beautiful. And this is what broke Alfred's heart the most.
He hadn't gotten a good look at the man before, but now that he saw him up close he was stunned. Before, when he had thought the man average, he couldn't have been more off target. Now he could clearly see the man before him and he was stricken by the quiet sort of beauty that this man held.
His hair didn't look messy, but instead it now looked softly tousled as if on purpose. And now that he got a closer look at his body he noticed that the man didn't look small, but instead he could clearly see the man had small yet toned muscles that showed he worked out. As he inspected the man's clothes he saw that the shirt the other had been wearing had a rather large American flag on the front, and this saddened Alfred more. He somehow felt that the other male would be better suited wearing his Union Jack shirt rather than one featuring such patriotism to America.
Glancing over his body once again he noticed that the others eyes were half-open and he had to hold in a gasp that desperately wanted to escape when he saw the others eyes. They were such a bright forest green that they didn't appear human at all. The eyes seemed to give off a magical presence all on their own, and he swallowed thickly at their beauty.
He of course noticed other small things that seemed oddly cute and quite fitting on the man. He noticed how the stranger was a little too thin for someone in his adult years, yet the look wasn't bad. It made him look slightly more effeminate, but it wasn't a bad look at all. Alfred also noticed that his fingers were rough and calloused, no doubt caused by years of playing a string instrument. And the final thing he noticed, which he found himself slightly amused at, were his rather monstrous eyebrows. They ate up almost his entire forehead, yet Alfred didn't think they took away from his beauty at all. If anything they added a touch of personality that made his face appear softer and cuter.
All of these details put together made Alfred's heart clench painfully and he almost had to hold back tears that were forming for a man he didn't even know. He sat there, staring for a few moments before a rather dangerous idea started to form in his head. The idea that he would use his powers.
It was fighting his conscience and slowly starting to win. Alfred took a moment to look down at his hands and ponder how long it had been since he had used them in the way his mind was proposing.
Nearly three years it had been since he had even thought about using his powers and he had planned on keeping it that way for a lot longer. He knew using his powers usually brought along more bad than good, and he refrained from using them as much as possible. But somehow, in a matter of moments a complete stranger had broken this resolve and made him throw rational thoughts out the window.
He frowned slightly at the smaller man below him and then begrudgingly got up to put his plan in action.
Oh man...His thoughts directed at the other male, If only you knew how much trouble you are causing by dying. He immediately banished that thought and frowned at his own selfishness. This wasn't this guy's fault at all. He was the one who had just died after all.
Alfred gave one more look towards the dead man, this time a reassuring grin, and he started jogging down the street to get enough momentum.
Ok stranger. Sorry if you were planning on staying dead, but I've got other plans. Alfred let himself smile at this thought and he increased his speed, heading straight for the brick wall at the end of the alley he was running in.
It's now my job to save you. And I'm going to do it if it kills me.
And Alfred was going to do it. For you see...Alfred F. Jones wasn't a normal man. No, he was something more. He was born with the special ability to time travel, and that's just what he was about to do in order to save a stranger.
He finally increased his speed enough that he was now at a full run and he was mere feet away from the brick wall. He felt power surge within him and he could see white light all around him. This feeling was familiar and his heart beat rapidly in excitement. He gave one last grin before he disappeared in a flash of light right before he would have hit the wall in front of him.
A pleasant morning indeed.
:D SO! What do you think? Is it too wordy? Not wordy enough? Haha yes, the plot is really stupid, but damn I love time travelers and I figure that would be a cool superpower. Oh yeah and sorry for killing Arthur ;_; I have to have Alfred save him though, so he needed to die. If you couldn't tell, this is NOT a one-shot and there will be plenty more chapters. IDK how fast they will come out though, since I wrote this on a whim and I haven't planned any other chappies. Well look for more chapters of Alter :DD! TELL ME IF I MADE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. I'M SERIOUS.
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