A/N: So, I got inspired to write this because of the stunning lack of Superhero AUs in the archive. This borrows from Miraculous Ladybug, Marvel, and DC, as well as my own imagination. This is the first story in a five-part series. It is slow burn USUK. And I mean, SLOW burn. You'll figure out the other pairings eventually when more characters get introduced. Anyway! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia in any way, shape, or form. A boy can hope, though... On with the story!


"Look what the mighty Columbia has come to!" Jester laughed as he dodged yet another of Columbia's punches. Alfred grit his teeth in frustration and swung again, cursing under his breath as the teleporter just dodged again, laughing at him.

"Oh, you poor thing. If you can't even handle us, how do you expect to protect this city?" Rosethorn crooned in his ear. Alfred quickly dodged away before the empath could touch him and activate his powers. He hissed as one of Fireball's flames got a bit too close for comfort, and he spun around to see all three of them in a line, smirking at him.

"Your move, Columbia," Rosethorn purred, smirking at him in an irritating fashion. Alfred weighed his options. The most logical choice would be to take out Jester first. Take the fastest person out, and escape would be really hard. Next would be Fireball, for obvious reasons. Alfred didn't want to get fried, after all. He could deal with Rosethorn after.

His mind made up, Alfred lunged for Jester, taking a moment to savour the surprise in his eyes before his right hook connected with Jester's jaw, knocking him unconscious. Rosethorn and Fireball cried out and jumped back, but not fast enough. Alfred spun and swept Fireball's feet out from under him, feeling a bit guilty when he heard the sickening thud Fireball's head made when it met the warehouse floor. He jumped up to go for Rosethorn, but stopped when a feeling of calm spread through him.

"Now that wasn't very nice, now was it?" Rosethorn whispered in his ear. Alfred barely registered the tightening grip on his right shoulder. His mind felt fuzzy, he could barely move, and he just felt so tired…

"Get away from him!" he heard before he registered the release of pressure on his shoulder. His mind beginning to clear as the effects of Rosethorn's powers left, Alfred spun to see who had yelled. His eyes widened to almost comical levels as he registered the green and silver-white suit mostly concealed by a hooded cloak. The owner of said suit was grappling with Rosethorn, and he appeared to be losing.

"Hey!" Alfred yelled, launching himself at Rosethorn. Rosethorn spun around in surprise, giving Alfred a perfect shot at his temples. Rosethorn dropped like a doll with his strings cut, leaving the figure in white standing there, panting.

"You okay?" Alfred asked, nervous. Because this was Albion that was standing in front of him, and everyone knew how dangerous Albion could get when he was mad. And Albion absolutely hated people interfering with his fights. Which is what Alfred just did. Oh crap.

"I'm fine. Thank you," Albion replied, gazing up at Alfred from underneath his hood. With a jolt, Alfred realized that he was taller. Albion always appeared so strong, it was hard for Alfred to imagine him being smaller. Alfred was also internally thankful that Albion didn't appear to be mad at him for interfering, so... Small victories!

"No problem, dude. No one deserves to be messed with the way Rosethorn does it. Plus, you helped me first," Alfred replied, shrugging. Albion let out a small chuckle and stuck out his hand.

"I know that you know who I am, just like I know who you are, but I think proper introductions are in order," Albion explained upon seeing Alfred's confusion.

"Oh. Right," Alfred said, fighting down a blush. What was this strange feeling in his chest? Deciding to ignore it, he took Albion's hand and shook it.

"I'm Columbia. It's nice to meet you, Albion," Alfred said, smiling. Even under the hood, Alfred could tell that Albion smiled back.

"Likewise, Columbia." They released each other's hands and went to make sure that Rosethorn, Fireball, and Jester were unconscious and tied up. After a few awkward seconds of silence, Alfred opened his mouth to say something, but a high-pitched beeping interrupted him.

"Oh, um… My time here is up. Sorry," Albion said, fidgeting. Another beeping broke the silence, and Alfred realised that that was his beep.

"Same. Don't worry about it. I mean, the cops are just outside at this point, so we can leave. Wouldn't want anyone discovering your identity because you deactivated," Alfred replied. Albion nodded and quickly fished a piece of paper out of his pocket. He handed it to Alfred with a brief explanation.

"My number. For hero-related stuff. Call me if you ever need me."

"Sure! I hope to see you soon, dude!" Alfred grinned before running out the door as his goggles beeped the second warning.


Alfred made it home just as his goggles beeped a third time and his suit dissolved.

"Successful mission, I'm guessing?" Matthew called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it was!" Alfred called back.

"Urgh… I'm so hungry…" Allen complained as he phased out of the goggles and collapsed on the couch. Alfred giggled, and Allen shot him a glare.

"Don't worry, Allen, I got you your carrots," Matthew said, coming into the room with two cups of hot chocolate and a bowl of carrots.

"Matthew, you're an angel!" Allen cheered, shooting up from the couch and kissing Matthew on the cheek as he grabbed the bowl. Matthew laughed, now used to the spirit's antics. Alfred chuckled along with them, happy to be able to come home to this type of environment.

"Where's Kiku, by the way?" Alfred asked, realising that someone was missing.

"Oh, he's out with Herakles. He said he'd be back by 1," Matthew answered. Alfred frowned a bit but accepted the answer. Did Kiku start dating without Alfred finding out? If he had, that was sad! He hadn't even been able to give Herakles the shovel talk!

"Anything interesting happen on patrol tonight?" Matthew asked. Alfred decided not to answer. Unfortunately, Allen had a different idea. He set his bowl of carrots down and grinned his classic Cheshire-cat smile.

"Oh, it was definitely an interesting evening! Alfred's got a crush!"

"I do not!" Alfred squeaked, blushing bright red. Matthew spit out his hot chocolate.

"On who?!" Matthew yelped.


"COLUMBIA?! You met COLUMBIA?!" Seamus screeched. Arthur winced at the loud noise.

"Please keep your voice down. I can hear you just fine. And yes, I met Columbia. He saved me from Rosethorn," Arthur repeated calmly.

"Allistor! We might be losing Artie soon!" Seamus yelled. Arthur sighed in frustration. He hadn't said anything to suggest that!

"Seamus, you're overreacting. Arthur's not leaving anytime soon," Allistor said, strolling into the lounge.

"He met Columbia! In person! You KNOW how big his crush on Columbia is!" Seamus shot back, flailing his arms. Arthur blushed bright red and smacked Seamus.

"I told you that in confidence!" Arthur yelled. Seamus smirked. Allistor stared at Arthur with wide eyes.

"Okay, now I see why Seamus is freaking out. Are you planning on fighting with Columbia in the future?"

"I-I don't know. I mean… I gave him my number… Albion's number! Not mine!" Arthur quickly added after seeing the pissed, panicked faces of Seamus and Allistor.

"Did Arthur finally get a boyfriend?" Dylan asked as he walked in, sipping a Coke.

"Columbia!" Seamus announced, giggling. Arthur contemplated jumping out the window just to escape them, but Oliver walked in at that exact moment.

"Oh, could we please not fight? The day is too beautiful for us to be bickering!" Oliver pleaded, giving Allistor his Puppy Eyes of Doom. Allistor sighed.

"Oliver's right. Let's stop fighting. If Arthur says him and Columbia aren't dating, they aren't dating." Good old Allistor, ever the voice of reason.

"But Allistor! Don't you remember what happened with the last three guys Arthur dated?" Dylan asked. Arthur winced. Here we go…

Everyone remembered Arthur's three former boyfriends. Antonio had been the first, and it had quite possibly been the most horrible of the three. They had fought constantly, and Antonio had called it off after two months for another guy. Arthur had agreed that this was what was best for both of them. What Arthur's brothers didn't know is that Antonio was the one who caused Arthur to lose his virginity. He also planned on never telling them because if he did, they would hunt Antonio down and kill him without mercy for "defiling their precious brother".

Next had been Francis, which had gone marginally better. While they still had arguments, these were more of the friendly and teasing nature that escalated quickly, rather than ones that started out angry. Arthur had been the one to call it off this time, after four months. While he dearly loved Francis, their romantic relationship just hadn't been working. Francis had taken it pretty well, all things considered, and had asked if they could remain friends. Arthur had readily agreed. They still met up at least twice a month, and Arthur was glad that their friendship was still intact.

Finally, there had been Gilbert, which had been going splendidly until an accident had occurred when Arthur was out being Albion. Gilbert was friends with both Francis and Antonio, and while he had heard what Arthur was like from them, he decided to form his own opinion. A month after their first meeting, and they were dating. They stayed together for almost seven months, before Arthur had a bad altercation with the Bad Touch Trio (Rosethorn, Fireball, and Jester; he had secretly dubbed them that in order to save time) and had ended up in the hospital. He woke up to immense pain and Gilbert crying at his bedside. Gilbert had called it off about a month after. He said that whenever he saw Arthur, he would always see that hospital bed, and he knew Arthur didn't need someone like that. Arthur understood, even though it broke his heart. Like Francis, though, him and Gilbert still remained good friends.

Because of his track record, however, this three brothers and the spirit that possessed his pendant were now overly protective of him when it came to relationships. It was likely that if they ever met Columbia, they would do everything in their power to chase him away. Arthur really didn't want that.

"Look, just drop it, okay? That was then, this is now. Besides, he's probably not interested," Arthur stated forcefully, standing up to go to his room.

"Are you sure about that, Arthur?" Oliver asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes. Why?" Arthur turned around, suspicious. Oliver giggled. "Oh, no reason. Good night, Artie!" Arthur returned the phrase and went to bed, relishing in the soft warmth as he drifted into blackness.


"Crap! I'm late, I'm late, I'm so so late!" Alfred yelled, running out the door. Allen chuckled from his bag, now in cat form. "Who's fault is that?"

"Yours. You didn't wake me up on time," Alfred grouched, pouring on the speed in order to catch his bus in time.

"Oh? Have I become your personal alarm clock?" Allen shot back, his dark brown tail darting out of the bag to swat Alfred's arm. Alfred swatted him back, and sighed in relief when he saw the bus waiting at the stop. The driver smirked at him as he got on and fished his pass out.

"Late night again?" she asked, pulling out into traffic.

"Don't you know it," Alfred laughed, swiping his pass and going to sit down. Patrol always took a lot out of him the next day, and this mad dash for the bus had become a common occurrence for the American.

He walked into the classroom, yawning as he went to his seat. Unfortunately, it was a lecture day, increasing the chance of him falling asleep by at least 200 percent.

"Late night, Alfred?" his friend Arthur asked. Alfred glanced at the Brit and smiled.

"Yeah. Studying for chemistry is horrible. How was your night?"

"Just fine. My brothers were being annoying as usual, but other than that it wasn't terrible. Thank you for asking," Arthur grinned back. Alfred laughed and ruffled Arthur's choppy blonde hair, ignoring the indignant squawk. Yeah, he definitely didn't have a crush on Albion, no matter what Allen said. Arthur had already stolen his heart, and nothing would ever convince him to give it to another.


"Arthur! The Bad Touch Trio are robbing another bank!" Dylan called. Arthur shot up from his bed, dropping his history essay, and he scrambled for Albion's pendant.

"I'm going!" Arthur yelled as soon as his fingers clenched around the pendant. Oliver appeared next to him and dove into the pendant, allowing his power to flood into Arthur's body. In a matter of seconds, Arthur was encased in Albion's uniform and was leaping out the window, headed for the Bad Touch Trio.

Remember what happened last night with them. Be careful, Artie, Oliver advised in his mind.

"I know," Arthur shot back through gritted teeth. He hated fighting the Bad Touch Trio for this exact reason: Oliver always got overprotective when he faced them.

When Arthur landed soon after, he found Columbia already engaged with Jester, managing to keep up with the teleporter with sheer speed alone. Fireball was trying to distract him and keep him away from Jester, and Rosethorn was taking care of the police. Deciding that Columbia could handle himself for another minute or so, Arthur leapt at Rosethorn.

"Ah, Albion. I was wondering when you would show up. Did you miss me that much?" Rosethorn purred, quickly dodging. Arthur glanced at a rope lying abandoned on the ground, and with a small nudge from his powers, it was wrapping around Rosethorn.

"Now that's not really fair," Rosethorn complained, struggling. Arthur ignored him and ran to help Columbia. Fireball and Jester were beginning to wear him down. Arthur thought for a second before aiming at Fireball, generating a glowing green ball of energy. Fireball didn't even have time to blink before it hit him, knocking him over. Jester yelped and teleported away from Arthur and Columbia, landing next to Rosethorn. Arthur leapt in front of Fireball, just in case Jester tried anything. After a silent conversation involving many looks, Jester grabbed Rosethorn and teleported away, leaving Fireball behind.

"Didn't we lock these guys up last night?" Columbia asked, breaking the silence. Arthur chuckled.

"We did. They must have gotten out pretty fast." The police ran in at that moment, lead by Detective Wang.

"Columbia. Albion. Where are Rosethorn and Jester?" Detective Wang asked after quickly surveying the room.

"Jester teleported out of here with Rosethorn about a minute ago. We don't know where they went," Arthur replied, shrugging. Detective Wang sighed in frustration and holstered his Glock.

"Thank you for stopping them. At least we got one of them," he said, gesturing to Fireball, who was just beginning to wake up. "Albion, would you mind tying him up for us?"

"No problem," Arthur said, allowing his powers to flow and wrap around Fireball. Detective Wang nodded in thanks before stepping forward and hauling Fireball to his feet.

Columbia turned to Albion after the police had left. "So, you wanna get dinner or something? The day's still young." Arthur blushed at the invitation. It sounded like Columbia was asking him on a date. And while he'd fantasized about this exact moment many times before, he didn't think he was ready to make that dream a reality. He was trying to think of a polite way to turn Columbia down when his pendant beeped. Columbia looked disappointed when he heard the noise.

"Next time?" he asked, looking hopeful. Arthur couldn't bring himself to say no.

"S-sure. Next time. If neither of us have used our powers too much."

"Great! See you next time, dude!" Columbia chirped before leaving. Arthur took a deep breath and summoned his powers, imagining his bedroom and allowing his powers to take him there.

Oliver collapsed as soon as he exited the pendant, and Arthur ran to get him some cupcakes. Someone had apparently already thought of this, because there was a plate of them on the counter when Arthur ran into the kitchen. Arthur grabbed it and ran back to feed his spirit.

Oliver thanked him as he ate. "So, Columbia finally asked you on a date?" Oliver smiled. Arthur winced a bit, but didn't object. Oliver wasn't like his brothers; he wouldn't tease him for something like this.

"Yes, I think he did," Arthur finally replied, gripping his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. Oliver grinned.

"Are you going to take him up on that next time?" he asked, neatly folding the cupcake wrappers on the plate.

"Probably. If I don't deactivate right after the battle," Arthur said, standing up and grabbing his laptop to continue his history essay. Oliver shrugged.

"Just pack some cupcakes, deactivate for a minute or two so I can eat them, and then go on a date. Simple!" Oliver beamed. Arthur laughed.

"I'll remember to do that next time. Thanks for the idea, Oliver." Arthur loved the spirit like a brother; Oliver always knew how to cheer him up.

"Anytime! Now, it's getting late. Finish your history essay. I'm going for a walk. See you later, Artie!" Oliver chirped as he grabbed one of the coats Arthur had gotten for him and left. Arthur sighed. Sometimes Oliver was such a worrywart. Arthur rolled his eyes and went back to his history essay, hoping that doing this would rid his thoughts of blonde hair and a beautiful smile.


"Allen! You're late!" Oliver whined at Allen as he walked across the roof. Allen sighed and rolled his eyes.

"No, you're early. Like always," Allen said. Oliver giggled a bit and swung his legs.

"So, Albion and Columbia have met. What do you think is going to happen?" Allen asked, trying to change the subject. Oliver fixed him with a piercing blue stare and answered with a smile.

"You know they love each other. What do you think will happen?"

"Columbia loves his classmate Arthur, not Albion. If Albion loves Columbia, it will only end in heartache," Allen replied, shaking his head. Oliver cracked up laughing, confusing Allen.

"What?" Allen finally snapped, tired of waiting for Oliver to calm down and tell him. Oliver smiled and swung his legs.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see then, Allen. All I can tell you is that it is going to be a thrilling ride."


A/N: That's all for now, folks! Concrit is appreciated, flames are ignored. Updates every week. See you next week!

Also, try to guess which member of the BTT each of the villains are! I'll give you cookies if you're right! Au revoir, meine lieblings!