Summary: AU. Kiku and Alfred became best friends after having something major in common. They both lost close siblings and friends to 'them'. The tyrannical corrupt government. A resistance group is formed once the government starts killing off its own citizens, and cloning them to be puppets of no free thought. But what happens when Alfred sees Kiku die right in front of his own eyes, but comes back as a fake, just like all the others? But there's something different… This clone isn't like the others.

*Sorry for bad summary* AmeriPan, with some minor UsUk.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia!

Prologue

"Matthew… Arthur…" Alfred coughed. Trails of dried blood came all the way down from his forehead. He tried to remember what happened to him, but his head ached. He was lying on the ground, face towards the sky. He must've fallen unconscious earlier.

Alfred groaned, and he slowly got up on his feet. The bare ground was moist, and red footprints went forward, followed by paw prints. "If any of those AMOs hurt my Arthur or Matt, I swear…"

AMOs, otherwise known as Artificially Made Organisms, are not fun to be chased by. The blond despised them, but who wouldn't besides the creators of them? Most of them usually look like dogs, but have a stronger bite. One bite could even be fatal sometimes. On a rare case, he had seen ones that looked like wild animals, such as lions or bears. Back then, they were usually made to keep citizens at hand. Nowadays they usually would attack 'normal' human citizens caught on sight.

The teen forced his legs to move forward. They cramped in pain as he moved them, but he had to find Arthur and Matthew.

Knowing that it wouldn't be the brightest idea to shout like he usually did, Alfred whispered, "Arthur? Matthew? You there?" No response.

He bit his lip. No, no, no! If something happened to them… "A-Arthur? Matthew? If you're hiding, you got me! Come out!" he exclaimed, his voice rising. There still was not one answer.

The footsteps ended here. If he went any further, he'd have no way to find the two. Alfred would have to make a risk; their trail probably just wore off. They couldn't of just vanished, right? He heard someone's footsteps behind him, making him feel better. "Holy crap you guys! I thought—"

Once the American turned around, his eyes grew horrified. It wasn't Matthew or Arthur; it was an AMO. A large one to be specific. It looked like a dog mutt.

"S-shit!" Alfred gritted through his teeth.

His usual pistol wasn't in his pocket, so he couldn't shoot the thing. He only had one option: run. Even how much his legs and feet would hurt, run.

Alfred slowly backed up, and then ran. Sprinted. Immediately, his left ankle began to ache. Whatever he did to it, it was most likely serious.

The creature howled- almost as if in annoyance- and ran after Alfred.

He already was growing tired, but if he could somehow manage to outrun the dog, perhaps he could find some sort of shelter, and find Arthur and Matthew.

Alfred's only hope of a plan died out as soon as he found himself tripping and crashing into the ground. He winced in pain. He had to get up! But his leg would not let him. His entire left leg was now like the leg of a ragdoll, not being able to freely move it and stand up with it.

Something rare clouded Alfred's eyes, fear. All he could now hear was the harsh pounding of his own heart, and the snapping jaws of the dog. At least until the dog let out a loud whine as its own head came off of its body.

A boy was behind the creature, holding a katana firmly in his hands. The Japanese sword had blood dripping off of it. He put the weapon in his back strap and quickly hustled over to Alfred, helping him get to his feet. "Let's hurry, before it regenerates." AMOs could regenerate?

Even though he looked uncomfortable doing it, the other boy reached his arm over his to help him walk, despite the boy's shorter height.

He led Alfred back to where he was before. He slowly lowered the blond to the ground, and let Alfred sit there for a moment. The other teen began to look around the ground, and even got to the point where he rubbed his hand across the wet ground, looking for something.

"Sorry to bother whatever you're doing, bro, but won't that AMO come back any second?" Alfred asked him.

The other seemed so focused on whatever he was searching for, it took him a minute to respond. "Yes… Ah there it is." He sighed in relief. After rubbing off lots of dirt, a little bit of wood appeared. He was able to get his fingers under the wood a bit, and lift it up, revealing a hole. Was that some sort of door this whole time?

He came back over to Alfred, and helped him up once again. He walked with him to the opened door. "I'll help you go down, but please do be cautious still." Alfred nodded. "You can count on me!" he grinned. He was pretty well at hiding the pain in his leg.

His rescuer slowly went down the dark hole with him. If Alfred had been able to see the other's face, it would probably be awkward due to him having to hold Alfred around the waist. The only way down was by using the medium-sized rocks sticking out of ground after all!

Once they got down, he let Alfred sit again. The boy went back to where they just came from.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"I'm going to cover the door with mud and then close it so no one finds it."

The boy was gone for awhile, but eventually came back down. "Now let's bring you to the others, and get your leg wrapped up." He stated calmly.

Others? Could that mean that Arthur and Matthew were here?

He brought Alfred to a dimly lighted area, where many people were.

"Ivan, I have another."

Alfred watched as the shorter person who saved him speak with someone much, much taller than both him and the boy. He wasn't that interested in their conversation. He just wanted to see if Arthur and Matthew were down here, and if his worries were all for no reason.

Eventually the Russian walked off, leaving the boy to be able to take care of Alfred's leg.

"By the way," Alfred started, "what's your name?"

He was focused on Alfred's leg, but still answered. "My name is Kiku Honda. May I ask what your name is?"

Alfred nodded. "Of course, dude! Name's Alfred Jones!"

"Oh, then it is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Jones." Kiku said as he finally finished wrapping his leg.

This guy is way too polite! "Anyways, just what is this place?" Alfred questioned Kiku.

"We call this area the Infirmary. We usually take people we have rescued here so once they are fully recovered, they can make their decision, or if they're not injured at all, they can choose to make there decision right away or wait."

Alfred wondered what Kiku meant by decision. "Decision for what?" he asked.

"To either become one of the resistance, or to live down here for awhile as a normal person." Kiku answered.

He nodded, already starting to favor option one. "What exactly do you do in this resistance?"

Well, there was quite a lot they would do, but Kiku decided to just give the basic gist. "We try to protect as many people as possible from above, and bring them down here. We also get necessary things such as food and water for people down here. Some people choose to be medics and help with injuries all the time. Once we all agree that we have gotten enough people, we will overthrow our government. But please consider whatever you decide."

"Then it's settled!" Alfred beamed. "I'll join this resistance thing!"

Kiku looked at him unsurely. "I think you need some time to think this through. You do remember what happened earlier, correct? There's a good chance that will happen more than once, and—"

"No, I'm join' it! You don't have to worry about me; I'm a total hero that can kick ass! As soon as my leg is good, you're going to be my partner!"

"W-what?" Kiku stuttered, turning a light pink from slight embarrassment. "You don't understand."

"I will once you show me! Now, have you seen another guy that kind of looks like me, and another guy with blond hair, emerald eyes, and thick eyebrows? I think he was wearing some ugly green sweater." Kiku shook his head.

"My apologies, but no. They could possibly be here, but I have not seen anyone with the appearance that you have described."

Alfred sighed. The Infirmary seemed pretty large, so they could be anywhere in this place.

"…I should go and help cook tonight's dinner," Kiku said slowly, smiling lightly. "I assume I'll see you later? And I guess welcome to the United Resistance of the People."

A/N: I have been wanting to do a story like this for awhile! Thank you if you read, and please review! I hope you enjoy what's to come.