Something to believe in.

Based off the song, 'Something to believe in' by Aqualung (I suggest you listen to it as it's where I got my inspiration for the story). This is just a short prologue, seriously, a short short short prologue, like a teaser. This is my first fanfiction, but c'mon, we all take English and that's no excuse for it to suck. Reviews are much appreciated and I'd really like to hear what you thought of the prologue. Based on that I'll decide if I should continue it or not. Anyway, lets not dawdle anymore, we all know what's coming. *sigh*

I don't own Hetalia and all that jazz.

This AmeCan (I don't ship that pairing very much... yet anyway, I just thought they fit this story well), but not really a yaoi (unless you want it to be, in that case leave a review saying so). Don't like, don't read. And in this they aren't brothers, but step brothers.

Enjoy.

Prologue:

Snow and oranges. My last thought, as I sink into the endlessness that is my inevitable death, is of that day, that bitter winters day. The feeling of crisp air biting at my fingers, even through my thick mittens, and the abandoned swing set, where there was warmth enough for us two. You were nine and I was ten. I wore red and you wore blue, and we sat against the silvery backdrop, listening to the continuous squeak of the rusty swings and the sound of each others breathing. We felt free here, like it was our domain. And it was. The frost covered playground, our kingdom. The aged swing set, our thrones. Our woolly hats were our crowns, and the cascade of snowflakes, our people.

'Not long now.'

"We're untouchable here!" I remember you saying, filling that air with clouded warmth that tickled my cheek. You took the tangerine peel, raising our 'flag' as high above your head as your little arms would allow.

'Not much left.'

"This is our kingdom, I'm King Alfred and you are my knight, Matthew the red knight!"

"But I'm the oldest." I had teased with a smile.

'I'm done.'

"Fine, then I will be your heroic knight."

'I'm fine.'

And you kneeled in front of me and looked up with big cobalt eyes, before bowing your head as I knighted you using a slice of tangerine. Despite the childishness of it all, it made me smile.

"I'll always protect you." You promised me that day. A vow I've never forgotten. Our kingdom. Our world.

'I'm happy.'

I relish in the memory. And despite the darkness that leaves my body numb, my mind in tatters, my throat raw with the scorching need to breath, I feel oddly, what's the word, calm? No, content.

And with that, everything goes black, and I die with a lingering taste of oranges in my mouth.

'But why, I wonder, do I suddenly feel so empty.'

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Turn out the light and what are you left with?

I open up my hands and find that their empty.

Press my face to the ground, I gotta find a reason.

I'm just scratching around for something to believe in.

For something to believe in.