Disclaimer: I do not, have not, and will never own Hetalia. This story, however, belongs to me.
Prologue: Murder City
Alfred waved to Gilbert and Matthias as he turned away, heading back to the house he shared with Matthew. The streetlights had yet to come on, leaving the streets in an eery darkness. Calm down, Alfred thought, It's not like there are any ghosts or anything right? I mean, not that I'd be scared if they were, 'cause I'm a hero, but still... It was silent, which was a bit unsettling. Even if it was getting late, there should be people heading home for the football game, or at least crickets chirping in the background, but instead all the noise had gone, leaving Alfred alone in the dark, quiet streets. I-I mean, not like he was scared or anything. It's just that it's kind of creepy, but of course he wouldn't be affected!
"Excuse me?" A voice called ahead of him, making the American jump a bit. Oh Gah! What if it was a monster, and it sucked out his blood, and then turned him into a zombie, and- "My car has broken down. Can you help me?" The voice asked again, the streetlights turning on as he finished speaking. To Alfred's relief, the man in front of him most certainly did not look like a monster. He was shorter than Alfred, with sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes. His clothes were a little strange, however. Who wore a suit in August? "Excuse me?" The man asked again, taking a step closer. This time Alfred noticed a British accent.
"Oh, right. I'll take a look, okay?" Alfred said walking over to the blue car beside the Englishman. His father had been a mechanic before he retired, so Alfred knew his way around cars. However, even after looking over the engine, everything seemed fine... "It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with the engine. Maybe it's the-" Alfred was cut off by a sharp pain in the back of his head. The last thing he saw as he blacked out were two glowing green eyes.