Title: Hero

Rating: T -for literally one curse word

Summary: Arthur receives a call from Alfred

Disclaimer: I own nothing

I'm Arthur in case you were wondering. Most of you might know me as England or Great Britain or maybe the United Kingdom, but Arthur works just fine. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon and I was calmly reading my book and drinking some home made tea until my went off with the most annoying ring tone:

'I need a hero to save me now!

I need a hero, save me now!

I need a hero to save my life!

A hero will save me just in time!'

'I swear he changed my ring tone for him when I wasn't looking!' I thought as I begrudgingly answered it with a: "What is it now Alfred?" but I was met with silence on the other end. "If this is supposed to be one of your prank calls it isn't working now answer me or I'm hanging up."

Still nothing.

"... Alfred?"

Then I heard it: the sound of someone crying. It made me start to get worried.

"Alfred? Can you hear me? Hullo? Answer me Jones!"

"Ar.. thur..." came the weak reply.

"Alfred where are you? What happened?"

"I'm... not sure. Help me..." he pleaded before the line went dead.

I instantly traced the call to a back alley in New Orleans, Louisiana. I guess it was pure luck Alfred decided to have me visit him and stay in Lafayette. I ran outside to my car and used my phone as a GPS and drove to the general direction of Alfred's call.

"Alfred! Where are you?" I called and heard a small cry just up the road right before a loud clap of thunder sounded and it started raining.

'Oh wonderful. Now I'll never be able to hear him. Damn you Louisiana and your rain!' I thought as I ran forward to where I heard the call for help.

I looked down every alley until I saw an unusual mass all the way at the end of one. I could have possibly passed it off as a dead animal or trash bag until I saw it shivering from the rain.

"Alfred!" I called, running over to him and setting his head in my lap.

His face was badly bruised and had multiple cuts over it. His nose appeared to be broken if the blood streaming out of it was any indicator. His shirt was cut in many places and I could see deep gashes on his sides along with some bruises already making themselves known. He also had cuts over his arms from what I assume was self-defense.

"Alfred, can you hear me? Please say something," I pleaded.

"Arthur..." he said softly, cracking his bruised eyes open.

"I'm here. You're okay now," I said as a tear slid down my face.

"You came," he sighed with a small smile.

"Of course I did. Come on now," I said, putting his arms around my neck and picking him up bridal-style.

He visibly cringed as I picked him up and I mentally apologized over a thousand times.

I brought Alfred to the nearest hospital and waited as patiently as I could in the waiting room while the doctors patched him up. After a small eternity the nurse came out and told me I could go in but that Alfred was sleeping. I quietly walked in and stared at the angel that was lying in that hospital bed. Despite the heavy bandaging he looked peaceful. I took a seat in the chair that was by his bedside and put my head in my hands.

'Oh Alfred. How did this happen? Won't you ever realize that you aren't a superhuman?' I thought to myself with a sigh.

I waited in the room for a good half hour before Alfred finally woke up.

"Arthur? Where am I?" he asked weakly.

"You're in the hospital. How do you feel?" I asked.

"Like I got ran over by a freight train," he admitted with a ghost of a laugh.

"What happened to you?" I asked with just the slightest hint of anger in my voice.

"Uhh... All I remember is having a drink or five and then it all gets fuzzy..." he trailed off.

"How did I ever fall for you?" I mumbled to myself with a shake of my head.

"What?" Alfred asked with wide (or about as wide as they can be with the swelling) eyes.

"What?" I asked with a slight blush.

"What did you just say? Something about falling for me?" he asked with a small smirk.

'Even when you're in a hospital you're smug you git,' I thought.

"U-uh, I-I think you received one too many knocks to the head there lad," I stuttered, my blush growing.

"Nuh uh! Admit it!" he said, sitting up besides the pain.

"I won't admit to anything you wanker!" I half-yelled, looking away with my blush completely spread across my face.

"Alright. If you won't tell me then I won't tell you that I've you too," he said, looking away as well and making my eyes go wide.

"D-did you just say what I think you said?" I asked, staring at him.

"I don't know. What do you think I said?" He asked, looking at me from the corner of his eye and smirking.

"You better not be pulling some kind of prank Jones!"

"What reason would I have to pull a prank on you? It's not April Fools Day."

And with that I stood and kissed him square on the mouth. I guessed it must have hurt him but he didn't protest. When we broke away for air he had a big cheesy grin on his face.

"I guess you were the hero this time Artie," he said, pulling me down for another kiss.

A/N: Should I make this into a multi-chapter fic or keep it as a one-shot? Review and tell me! And don't forget to review and tell me what you thought of this crappy little fic that popped into my head at 3:00 am!