A Hero's Fall

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 1: The Texts

It had been a calm morning and England was looking forward to enjoying it, but it became quite apparent soon after that it was not to be as he received a text from America.

Iggy help me!

Choosing to ignore it as blatant stupidity, Arthur Kirkland, personification of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, sat down in his garden to enjoy a nice cup of tea, unknowing that this day was in fact unlike any other day.

Across the Atlantic, Canada also received a message from his brother, but it worried him more than the British man, because his brother did not ask for help. America was a proud, strong nation, capable of far more than the other nations realized and Canada knew it, he had grown up with America, his little brother despite declaring independence before Canada, so much more that it made him feel a pang of desperation when he read the text, words that seemed like they were from a dying man.

I'm sorry, Mattie. No one can save a Hero. Tell Iggy and the others. Bye.

It was such a painfully short message, a heartbreaking message, all Matthew Williams could do was fight the feeling of impending doom and head to his brother's home immediately hoping he wasn't too late to stop whatever it was that had his brother frightened enough not to call.

The world would never know they were already too late, that their self-proclaimed hero, forsaken by love, had already fallen.