This story is only going to be updating every other week. :D Or when I feel like it.

I do not own Hetalia or The Outsiders.

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My old sneakers squeaked on the sidewalk as I walked to my house. I am heading home from the movie house this evening. I like movies, especially when I watch them alone. I know I shouldn't walk home alone. I could have called anybody from the gang, but right now, I felt like walking.

It didn't take long until a red mustang started trailing me. I sped up my pace. Hopefully, I can get away. I knew that I wouldn't be able to though. They pulled up in front of me and pilled out of the car.

"Look what we have here. A greaser scum." One of them teased. The others laughed. I backed away slowly and closed my mouth shut.

"Oh, look, the greaser is scared." Another teased. They came up to me and pushed me on the ground. Hands pinned me down and I started to kick wildly. They cursed and slugged me in the gut. I gasped in pain and screamed for somebody, anybody, to help me.

They shoved a dirty rag in my mouth, muffling my screams. They slugged me over and over again and I felt tears run down my cheeks. Where were they?

I then heard running footsteps coming towards me. It was only one person for what I can hear. The people that were beating me took off running and drove off. I spit the rug out and a person picked me up and put me on my feet.

"Dude, are you okay?" I heard. I looked up to my savior. He has gleaming blue eyes with glasses covering them. He had blonde hair with a cowlick coming out from it. He also wore a bombers jacket over a military uniform.

I nodded in reply and he grinned. It reminded me of Soda's smile. He grabbed my hand and shook it wildly. He was so strong that he can throw a bull.

"It's a good thing that I came." The man said. "Just for you to remember the hero, my name is Alfred F. Jones."

"I'm Ponyboy Curtis." He gaped at my name. Everyone does.

"Dude, is that really your name? That's an awesome name, bro."

During that hand shake, I guess he remembered something important. His eyes widened and he cursed under his breath.

"Oh shit! Britain is going to kill me, or, worse, feed me his scones!" Alfred exclaimed and took of running…still holding my hand…dragging me… He forgot to let go.

Huh? Britain? Isn't that a country?