A/N: Ok so the fun part is there is a picture that inspired this Fan fiction on the tumblr. So I decided to write this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, Doctor Who or the random tumbler picture.

Chapter 1-OF Time Lords and Syrup

Morning shown through the window as they do on such occasions as an often occurring as an ordinary sunrise. The room was lit with the light and the room was filled with it. The date was September 21, 2012.

Matthew woke up to the light touching him and his sun-kissed hair. He quickly and quietly got dressed. He crept down the stairs and looked around the living room.

In the kitchen he mixed his pancakes and was about to make them, when he realized there was no more syrup. He sighed put on his coat and scarf and headed to the store. Normally he would have made his own, but he was just so tired, and a walk in the moring could do him some good.

He stepped into the cool autumn air and smelled the maple trees. This was his favorite season, because it was perfect. He smiled as he witnessed the sun rise and touch the leaves of differing reds, golds and browns. A breeze rustled the fallen leaves and they swirled completing a graceful dance as he strode down the walk way.

The singing of the birds was overpowered by a different foreign sound, a sound that seemed to echo throughout the eternities. Mattie stopped and listened. As he was listening he surveyed the surrounding area. There! He saw it! In the mist of the trees there was a tall blue box. It looked oddly familiar to the country, and he couldn't put his finger on it. Printed on the top if the box were the words "Police Call Box"... He stepped around to the door.

On the ground in front of the door was a man, he was lying on the ground covered in blood. He wore a tweed jacket and bow tie. The door behind him was slightly ajar and had a green light showing from it.

Mattie ran to his side and flipped him around.

"Sir?" His voice was too quiet even for a mouse to hear. He tried again, louder this time to get a response.

"Sir, are you awake? Are you OK?" The man stirred and awoke.

"When am I?"

"Sir, you are hurt, let me help you!" Panicking Mattie stood and attempted to get to the phone he saw on the other side of the box.

"Don't bother with the phone, it doesn't work." The man was sitting up now.

"Sir please lay back down! Your heart might have been injured!"

"That's alright I have another one-ow!" He lay down again. Mattie came to his side again.

"Listen sir, I'm going to go get help."

"No, there's nothing you can do, besides I've lived long enough, meddling in time and what not. Listen I need you to do something for me. I need you to do something that will change your life forever." His breath was getting labored and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, but he continued. "This is the TARDIS. She is a time machine. She can and will take you anywhere. What I- what I need you to do is- agh-That hurts, take the TARDIS and- and- hide it. Just leave it there and let her die. Don't open it, just leave it."

"Sir, who are you?" Mattie had to ask, not just because of the pure surprise and shock of what the man said, but for the family he might find. Breathing heavily the man answered.

"I am the Doctor. I am the last of the ancient race of Time Lords from the planet Gallifrey." Tears started to make their way down his eyes as if a sudden realization flowed through him. Now here the hero of the universe was dying, letting the end begin.

"You never did answer me. When am I?" Mattie gulped and wiped the tears that had been falling from his eyes. If he actually did believe the man, he would have felt a pang of sadness toward the fact that he was alone, but more than that, this man was dying, and he had seemed to be giving up with the world as if he had every right to just lay down and die.

"September 2012." The Doctor smiled as if remembering something pleasurable, perhaps a lover, or some good friends. The look he held made Mattie feel as though he had lived more than one life time.

Moments passed and Mattie realized his heart had stopped beating. There was still that smile on his face, like the last thought he held was about the time he had spent in 2012, if Mattie believed the time travel story.

With a heavy heart Mattie closed the Doctor's eyes and went through his pockets to find a wallet looking thing, and a silver and gold tool donned with a green bulb on the top, he placed the objects into his pocket and went home to get a shovel and some blankets.

Mattie spent the day digging a hole next to the TARDIS. He shed his coat and scarf, and found a good sized bolder. With the shovel he carefully carved

The Doctor

Last of the Time Lords

?- September 21, 2012

Time Traveler at Heart

"Um, I feel as though I should say a few words, even though I didn't know you, I don't know maybe I am feeling a little respect for the dead. So um, your life, as far as I know, was a good one, filled with happiness? Um, Farewell Doctor."

With that Mattie turned to the sunset and he watched as the sun fell across the mountains. Sighing Mattie moved to step away from the grave and the sadness he had made for the stranger. Before he leave, however, he had to move the TARDIS.

He looked at the box and around the corners. He walked toward the door and wondered how the Doctor lived in the tiny box. Also what of the time component? IF the Doctor did travel in time, how could he fit the time machine into the box.

He walked into the TARDIS and was stunned. The inside of the Police Box was huge! He walked right up to the consol and gazed upon all the glowing buttons, on the ceiling the giant crystal cylinder in the middle was blue. (Even though he could have sworn it was green when he talked to the Doctor.)

"So that's how he did it." Canada whispered as he kept looking around the interior of the machine. "It's bigger on the inside." As he said the sentence, he could have sworn he heard laughter. It was jubilant and carefree. As it faded, he realized it was an echo, lost to the clutches of time.

He walked around the consol, he wondered how he was going move the box. He then had an idea, if this was a machine that moved in time, than could it move without going in time? He started looking for the start button, but sadly none of the buttons were labeled.

"Ok Mattie, just pick one! You can do this. All you have to do is pick one and it will go, but what if I pick the wrong one? What if I pick one that takes me back in time, or forward?! What will happen then?! No Matthew, you can do this." Mattie paced around the consol and found a promising looking green button. He pushed it.

The color in the crystal tube fluxed, the inner chamber of the crystal tube pumped up and down as the sound that echoed through all eternity rang, and the TARDIS and her captain were separated for the last time.

A/N: Ok , here is the first chapter. I know this might not be the way some people might have thought this would go, but I digress! All in good time my friends.