A/N: Did I just say I wasn't going to write? Well, I wanted to so I did. Yay. First Hetalia fan fic and first fanfic eveeeer. I wrote this while listening to the acoustic version of "James Dean & Audrey Hepburn" by the Sleeping With Sirens (I forgot the HTML code for links so here: watch?v=71SvPulAyZI), I don't like the band much but I do like the song. You should listen to it too.

Oh, and no. While I would love to have been creative enough to think of Hetalia myself, it is not mine. *pout* This was supposed to be a one-shot but darn it, I can not summarize my words. .

"Get off of my land." she had said with a coldness that he had never seen before. Who was this person in front of her? What had happened to the charming and sweet girl he had been with only the night before? He closed his bright blue eyes and squeezed his temple, remembering how happy he – no, how happy they had both been mere hours ago.

It was slowly getting dark and the lightly tanned, black haired girl was still sleeping on his lap after exhausting herself by talking so much. Their conversation had been playful and it made Alfred both happy and exasperated to find how quickly she figured out how to wield the blade of Sarcasm to make him seem foolish. He had no qualms, his antics – sulking included – made Maria tilt her head back to laugh and frankly, he couldn't ask for a better superpower than to be able to make her happy. That's what a hero does, isn't it? Use their power to make others happy?

He looked up; from where he sat against the trunk of a mango tree, he could see the North Star shining as splendidly as it always does. He felt like an idiot with the perpetual smile that seemed to be plastered on his face. He stroked Maria's long hair one last time before he let his hands drop to her face, caressing it before he finally tapped her cheek to nudge her awake. "Maria." He said softly. His companion grumbled and lay on her side, cuddling closer to him.

"Maria." He said again. This time the girl slowly opened her eyes only to close again halfway through.

Alfred let out a sigh and bent over, moving his face closer to hers, even now after he had confessed and found out how mutual the feeling of love was between them, just being close to her made him blush ferociously. "Maria, if you don't wake up now, I'm going to kiss you, my tropical Sleeping Beauty."

The girl's lips curled into a small smile, but her eyes remained closed. "What, you have other Sleeping Beauty's away from the equator?"

"Yes, I'm actually going to meet up with my Arctic princess next time I'm on my way home." He felt a stir, then soft lips on his. Maria had grabbed his collar and kissed her. Alfred blushed again; it was the first time she made the move.

"Alfred, you bastard. I'll just have to make sure you won't go home then?" Alfred's eyes widened. Was that suggestive? His face grew redder and he noticed the Filipina was blushing now too, apparently realizing what she just said. "You pervert. No." she said as she let go off his collar and sat up. He couldn't help but smell the wonderful fragrance of her hair.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "Don't worry. I'll stay here as long as you need me, babe." He sat up afterwards and offered his hand to her, "Come on. Let's go. Antonio's mad at me enough, if he finds you here with me at this hour, the man will kill me."

"How can I trust you with my life if one man scares you this much?" she said, laughing that whimsical laugh of hers again as she took his hand and stood beside her.

"No way, heroes don't get scared. We're fearless! I just… don't want to give your doting father a reason to think I'm not right for you." And at his own words, Alfred could feel the guilt buried deep in the recesses of his mind. Once news leaks out of his boss' orders, Spain will know he wasn't the best person. What scares him most is that Maria might think so too. He's going to explain it to her, he's determined to explain it to her by morning tomorrow, he just wants one good night alone with her.

How could he have known his time had ran out?