Warning: USUK

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

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Summary: Ever since he was a little boy, Alfred had a beautiful antique doll that he cherished and loved, but as Alfred grew up his interests shifted and his antique doll laid forgotten in the corner. This situation may seem totally normal to many people, but only for Alfred it is different, because his doll is a bit more eccentric than others.

Prologue

Promise

A doll sat on a chair in the corner of the room, as the pale moonlight glimmered down on him. His emerald eyes were empty and fine trickles of tears were seen running down his glass cheeks, while his soulless hollow eyes glared at the human asleep on the bed. His outfit was covered in dust, but still represented beautiful olden fashion from the Victorian era. He wore a gorgeous charcoal colored top hat with a silky red and black ribbon wrapped around it, while a little gadget adorned the meeting points of the ribbons to hold it in place. His suite was charcoal colored as well, but trimmed with gold and lovely little decorative buttons. A silky red and black ribbon was tied around his neck, so the ruffles of his inside shirt would stand up and cover his neck. His right eye was covered with a mechanical eyepiece, while his some of his fingers adorned mechanical claws.

Next to the doll stood a dark figure, which looked exactly like the doll sitting on the chair. He moved closer to the bed and the pale moonlight fell over him to reveal that he was crying as well. "You humans are all alike. I should have known better, but I thought you would have been different than all the others before you. Do all humans play with their toys and then just forget about them?" he asked, while putting his hands over his heart. "I have always been there for you! Who did you come crying to when you had nightmares? Who did you hold when you were scared? Who did you share all of your secrets with? I've been with you through thick and thin, but you just dumped me on a chair to collect dust. How could you? I gave you my heart and now I'm shattering."

The figure walked towards the doll version of him, while picking it up and holding it against his chest, as tears escaped his green eyes. "You promised you would never forget about me, but you did." he whispered, as he cradled the doll. "One thing I can never understand about humans is how they always forget about their toys, but please remember, because I'm shattering. I don't want to disappear. I want to be with you!"

He reached down and touched the human's chubby cheek, but cried out in pain, as a crack appeared on the doll's hand, while a throbbing sting shot up through his fingers, wrist, and arm. "Alfie, please remember me!" he screamed, as he dropped the doll on the bed and disappeared, while the sleeping human immediately bolted up in terror. "Alfie!"

Alfred ran his fingers through his golden locks, as he laid back down and turned his head to look at the time on his alarm clock. "Seriously, it's only midnight? Why does this keep happening to me?" he asked, while releasing out a frustrated groan. "Maybe, I need to take sleeping pills."

As the human's words were uttered more tears ran down the glass cheeks of the undiscovered doll on the bed. "Why do you want to keep blocking me out?" a whisper was heard, while Alfred still remained unware. "How badly have you forgotten me?"

Aw, I would love to have a doll of Arthur and Alfred. Those two are so adorable! Anyhow, please tell me what you think.