Alfred sat on his bed holding the second volume of a manga Japan had asked him to read. The manga wasn't the type that perked his interest though, for there were no heroes, no crazy situations, just a storyline involving a kid with a boring high school life. America's eyes were shut tightly as if he were sleeping but really, he was just thinking about the good days. The days when he was the one who uplifted the spirits of his civilians. When he had been the invincible one and no one could stop him.
Don't get him wrong though, he was still invincible. That sort of thing doesn't wear off. The American turned his head and looked to his closet, mind racing with ideas he knew were silly and not very smart but he couldn't help it. He missed his old life. Alfred slowly slipped his feet to the floor and crept towards his closet. He lived alone so no one could see him but this was too risky to take chances.
It wouldn't really matter since they would all think he was a fake if they caught him but just knowing that that's what people thought of their former hero made his blood coil into knots, anger and frustration being held back against the giant gates leading to his mind.
His hands found the crack between the two closet doors that had not been shut properly and hurled them on their hinges against the wall, the closet's soul clearly visible now. The sun's radiance echoing upon the smooth, flat surface of his weapon of choice. The weapon that defended his people, yet that could slice through his enemies like a sword at their throat. The red and white wheels surrounding the blue scenery of the star made him feel comfort and lust for enemies. A dictator or an ally of the villain, anyone who dared threaten him and the piece of humanity he protected.
His fingers traced the edges of the circular shelter he once crouched behind to avoid the threats of bombs, arrows, and bullets. All weapons one could think of had been no match for his shield. Alfred picked up the sphere-like object from its hiding place and carried it to his bed, the closet left open and accessible.
It still shined like it used to, even without polish or rags, as long as there was hope in America the item would never be dirtied. America's reflection was evident inside the rings and shapes decorating the shield. His tired eyes, the way his shoulders slumped from lack of purpose, even the hint of wanting in his expression. Alfred shut his eyes again, not wanting to get caught up in the lust for action and love from his supporters. Getting up to put the shield back in its resting place, he couldn't help but notice the rest of the closet's contents midway to the closet itself.
There stood his armor, well…more like a suit, perhaps. There were no hard substances that helped rebound enemy attacks on the suit. It was just red, white, and blue fabric stitched together. He fingered the left sleeve, still contemplating what he was thinking. It wouldn't be something drastic and he would make it quick. On and off in less than a few minutes. He just wanted to feel his old self again.
He placed the shield at the bottom of the closet and grabbed the fabric hanging from the ceiling of the container. America slipped off his jeans and shirt, bomber jacket now resting on the floor as he tugged on the suit once more. It fit him perfectly even after all of these years. Alfred looked at his hand and eyed himself with the new outfit. The feeling surging through his bones felt familiar; his hand's knobbing into secure fists.
No one had ever known his story. The true one. Not the one made in movies or in comic books. The one he made for himself years ago. With the suit caging in on his body and shield in hand, he wasn't the American nation filled with pride, nor was he Alfred F. Jones, the disguised human.
He was Captain America.
Notes: I am not a comic book fan. I'm a manga fan so this fanfiction will probably go against everything you've ever heard about Captain America if I continue it. But it hopefully won't contrast too much since I'm doing research on him for this. It's going to be Captain America's "true story" but it's still just fan made. I'm not saying that I was the one who originally made Captain America. I thought this would be a cool idea since America is always talking about being the hero and there is a hero called Captain America but I know nothing of superheroes and wasn't sure if I could pull this off but decided to anyways. Let me know if this was actually any good because if it sucked then I might as well not continue ^^' but if I do, it'll be about his life in the present, not the past. And it will still include all the other Hetalia characters. Yay for short Prologue!