Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Preface:
Everyone has a Guardian Angel that watches over them. From the moment they're born to the day they die, their Guardian Angel keeps an eye on them and keeps them as far away from danger as they can.
Of course, Guardian Angels can only do so much. They can only save their assigned human from certain death once without harming themselves. Once they save the person, once, they essentially become mortal and are as vulnerable as man is himself.
Of course, though, they still have certain powers. Such as the ability to fly, turn invisible and enter their assigned human's body in order to keep them from getting harmed. Of course, doing so uses up so much of their energy that they can only do it once, maybe twice a month.
Do not illusion yourself with the thought that Guardian Angels cannot lie. In fact, they do that quite often if it is necessary to protect their humans. Sometimes, they'll even do it just for fun. They are just as imperfect as we man are.
Most people never know they have a Guardian Angel, nor do they ever get to meet them. For most people stay so safe that their Guardian Angel is never needed. There is, however, that tiny chunk that do.
Chapter 1~
"Hey, you guys!" Alfred smirked, hopping over the door into the back. "How's it going?"
"So Al," Ivan was Russian, so there were times that he would talk and would be hard to understand. "We still skipping today, da?"
Alfred chuckled, "It's my birthday, isn't it?"
"I suppose it is." Ivan smiled.
"Duh." every year when it was one of their birthdays, they'd go to Kilin's peak. It was a cliff right outside town, with the most beautiful view. They'd sit up there all day and just talk and eat the snacks they'd buy at the gas station right before.
"I don't know if we should be skipping school." Kiku, who was also with them, commented.
"Come on! It'll be fun! They will think we are sick or something." Alfred replied.
Kiku sighed, "I guess."
oOoOo
They reached the cliff just as the clock ticked nine. Alfred jumped out of the car before jogging to the edge. He stood like that for a second, just letting the cool breeze blow his hair back. His arms were stretched out as if he was getting ready to dive.
"Oh, this feels so nice." he sighed. "I haven't been up here since Ivan's birthday."
"Really?" Ivan asked "I still come up here all the time."
Alfred turned to glare at him. "No fair."
Kiku smiled before pulling Alfred away from the edge. "Don't stand there, or you will fall."
Alfred sighed, but complied, and sat down on the blanket that Ivan had laid out. "So, what'd you guys get me?" he asked, eyes wide.
Ivan shot him a halfhearted glare, before smirking and shaking his head. "Nuh-uh, Al. You know the rules. We can't give you the presents until noon."
"But it's my sixteenth birdthaaaay!" Alfred whined, "Can't we make an exception just this once?"
"Did you make an exception when I turned sixteen?"
"Humph." Alfred glared, before turning towards the cliff, and smirking. He jumped up before running over and dancing on the edge. "I won't go near you guys until you agree to give me my presents!"
Kiku held his hand out toward Alfred. "P-please come back. You'll hurt yourself. Please don't do anything stupid, over there."
"Like what?" Alfred smiled, before jumping up and down. "You mean like this?"
"Alfred!" Kiku whined, obviously wanting him to stop. "Alfred please, you'll-Alfred, rook out!"
Alfred's eyes shot open when he suddenly realized that there was no ground beneath his feet any longer. He glanced up to see Kiku and Ivan's worried faces getting farther and farther away as he fell.
"Oh, God." Alfred thought. "I'm going to die"
Alfred couldn't help but think about his brother and his parents. How would they deal with his death?
Of course, when the twins were born, they came out with golden blonde hair and sea blue eyes; only his brother's were more of a violet colour. His parents would still have him.
"Do my eyes look like Daddy's?"
Alfred remembered his brother, Matthew, asking that.
Alfred was ripped out of his thoughts as Matthew's words ran through his head. For a second, he wondered why it felt as if his stomach was in his throat. Then he remembered.
"Oh yeah…" he recalled almost a bit too calmly. "I fell…."
It was surprising him how calm he felt about the whole thing. Shouldn't he be freaking out? He was about to die, for Pete's sake! But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get himself to feel panicked.
Not that he wanted to die, per say. He was probably unconsciously looking at the bright side to it, so that he wouldn't be too afraid.
That was when a light started to appear above him; a blinding white light. Alfred squinted, trying to get a better look as the light began to take a shape. Was this heaven? Had he been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed when he hit the ground?
The form began to look clearer. It was that of a boy-about his age, or so it seemed. And as the light began to fade, Alfred was able to make out more details of him. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and was dressed in all white. An angel-that was what he had to be. An angel….
The angel held out a hand towards him. "Here," he said, smiling. "Take my hand."
Alfred took it without hesitation. What was there to be afraid of? He was already dead, anyway. Besides, he was an angel; angels weren't bad.
Suddenly, he felt a searing pain shoot throughout his body. It felt as if someone had stuck him with hundreds of pins that had been lit on fire. He tried to scream, but no noise would come from his throat. Wait, this wasn't supposed to happen! Heaven was supposed to be peaceful and painless.
He began to feel something tug at the skin on his back, as if trying to get out of his body. His soul, maybe? Alfred glanced back, wondering if he'd get to see his soul leave, or something. But, instead of a silver shiny thing like he expected, he saw two feathered wings burst out.
Was he turning into an angel? Was the pain he felt the transformation into a heavenly being? Maybe the other angel would answer. He turned back, expecting for him to still be there, only he wasn't. He'd completely disappeared.
Alfred felt his eyes begin to droop, even though he wasn't sleepy in the least. He was so confused. He had no clue what was going on. So, he just let his eyes close and drifted into darkness.
oOoOo
"Kiku! Kiku, look, he's breathing!" was the first thing Alfred heard when he regained consciousness. It was Ivan, his vague Russian accent slipping in.
"What?" now it was Kiku. "That's not true!"
Alfred tried to open his eyes, but the action gave him a huge headache, so he kept them shut. He'd pretend to be out for the moment and listen to his friends. Hopefully, they wouldn't get too loud.
"But, Kiku, look!"
"I'm rooking, Ivan. I still can't believe it! There isn't a scratch on him!" Alfred felt them slowly start to move his limbs, as well. "And nothing seems to be broken. His bones should be shattered right now."
"Do you think it has something to do with that light we saw?" Kiku asked.
"I dunno." Ivan's voice was extremely thoughtful, now. "But, we shouldn't try to move him. He may have internal body injuries."
"You're right." Kiku sighed. "But what are we supposed to do? We don't have our cellphones with us so we can't call 911. Are we supposed to just wait here until he wakes up?"
"We can't do that, either…." Ivan said. "I'll go find a pay phone, and call the hospital."
"And his brother." Kiku put in. "it's probably best if we call him."
"No!" Alfred was surprised to hear a third voice added to the conversation-and was even more surprised to figure out it was himself. He must've yelled it without thinking.
"Don't call my brother." he said, still not opening his eyes. "Don't call anyone. Nobody has to know."
"Al?" Ivan breathed. "Y-You're awake?"
"Yes, I am." Alfred sighed, trying to open his eyes again, and failing. "But I can't open my eyes, or else I'll get a headache."
"Al, what happened back there?" the Russian asked.
"I have no clue." Alfred answered, truthfully. "All I know is that I'm fine, now. Except for the fact that the light is giving me a headache."
"We should still take you the hospital." Kiku said, "Just because you're not dead now, doesn't mean-"
"No." Alfred cut him off. "We're not going to the hospital. Nobody has to know about this."
He heard Kiku sigh, before brushing a few of Alfred's hair from his face. "Then, what should we do?"
"We're going to school." Alfred answered. "We'll say we decided to skip first and second period for a little birthday party for me."
"You're insane!" Ivan yelled. "Do you not realize what just happened? You just fell one hundred feet-at the least! You should be dead now!"
"But, I'm not." Alfred pointed out, before standing up, his eyes still closed. "See?" he said, stretching. "I'm perfectly fine!"
"Then open your eyes." Ivan sounded smug.
Alfred froze. He really didn't want to open his eyes and get a headache again-but the thought of Ivan saying "I told you so" to him was an even less appealing option.
He slowly let his eyes slide open, hoping to get use enough to the light so that it wouldn't give him a headache. Then he finally opened them all the way. When he was finally able to see, again without squinting, he turned to his friends.
Kiku was staring at him with wide eyes, his hair was sticking all over the place and he looked as if he hadn't slept for weeks. Alfred felt somewhat bad for doing that to him, but didn't spend much time dwelling on the thought. Ivan didn't look as bad-just confused. He was glaring at Alfred with something that one might call hatred, but Alfred knew better. It was obviously just worry.
"Fine." he growled. "We'll go to school. But you're not participating in gym, today. You got that?"
"Okay." Alfred said, smiling. Ivan was in his P.E class, so there was no way to avoid it.
"Alfred!" Kiku screamed. "Y-your eyes! T-t-they are green!"
Ivan looked and his eyes went wide.
Alfred turned worried. "R-really?"
Both Ivan and Kiku nodded slowly. Alfred just smiled. "Cool! Don't worry about it guys! I'll just say I got colour contacts, okay?"
Ivan and Kiku nodded again slowly. "Okay." they both said in unison.
oOoOo
The car ride to school was silent. Everyone was still in shock over what had happened. Alfred couldn't get the boy out of his head. Had he really been there? Was he the one who had saved him? And while he was at it…. Just who the hell was he?
They made it in the doors just as the bell signaling the end of second period was ringing. None of them had their supplies with them seeing as they'd planned to skip the entire day, but luckily they'd all put their homework in their lockers. Kiku followed Alfred up to his.
"Your eyes are b-brue again." he said.
"Really? Aww, I wanted to see how I looked like first."
Kiku just sighed.
"Don't talk about what happened 'till after school." Alfred told his friend, as they took their seats in English. They sat across from each other, which meant that they got to talk a lot. Except Kiku who was too busy worrying on his grades to talk.
oOoOo
Alfred fell back on his bed after school. His brother had already greeted him with a 'Happy birthday'. The rest of the day had passed without incident, thankfully.
So, now he had time to focus on bigger things. Like the boy from when he fell from the cliff. "Was he really an angel?" he thought out-loud. "Only, instead of being sent to lead me to heaven, he'd been sent to save me? Wait, how can I even be sure that he had saved me? Maybe he had just been a figment of my imagination and I was just really lucky."
"Well, you are right about being lucky." a familiar voice came from the corner of Alfred's room. "But I am not a part of your imagination. I'm one hundred percent real."
Alfred shot straight up to see the blonde-headed boy sitting in his rocking chair.
A/N: First fanfic! I hope you enjoyed so far! Sorry for mistakes~