You know how in every comic book you read now days, presuming you read comic books of course (just watching superhero movies will do), how it always starts with a main character who was just some lame kid, or adult, completely average and utterly unimportant, and then discovers he has some kick-ass awesome super power of justice? Which he uses to meet a hot chick with some equally awesome super power, who he'll later in the story fall in love with, and a few other dudes to tag along, they aren't as important as the hero or his chick, but are still main characters. Occasionally, the hero will have some sorta anti-hero in his heroic group of justice who he'll argue with and kinda wanna strangle, but will still be on the same side with nonetheless. Chances are SOMEONE in the group is some sort of "Big-Friendly-Giant", and if they aren't, well...you're fucked. Then your team of awesome super heroes gets to fight some badass super villain who tries to conquer the world and kill you and your teammates while he's at it. The hero, naturally, gets to unleash some of his own badassery and kick his ass to the high hounds of hell (whatever those are is beyond me, all I know is Arthur is always threatening to kick me there...) though. Of course there's all those comics where the hero is alone, beats up the villain, and saves some damsel in distress, but those always seem so lonely to me so I really don't read them.

Anyways, from what I've read, that's your average, or cliché (Francis taught me that word!), comic book scene. And it's what I've always aspired to be.

But ya know what, sometimes life just don't go that way.

Sometimes instead of being an average loser all your life and suddenly getting some awesome powers, you're just born KNOWING what sort of awesome hero you will soon become, and never get your call past "High-School-Quarterback/Comic-Book-Nerd".

Sometimes instead of a hot chick with super powers who you were destined to fall in love with, you get a guy (yes GUY...well probably at least...I can never be too sure with Artie...anyways) who used to be somewhat of a big brother to you and is now your current best friend, with big eyebrows and a stick shoved WAY up in their asses and happens to be the somewhat-snobbish-school-president.

Sometimes instead of an "Anti-Hero" you get a French pervert who just LOVES to piss you off by trying to grope and molest the guy you like (though at that time you wouldn't really know ya' liked him, still pisses ya' off though...) who he's known even longer than you have and then has the GALL to hide behind you when he pisses the big German kid off a little much and uses you as a shield!

Sometimes instead of a Big-Friendly-Giant you get a little brother, with about as much malice as a mouse with it tail cut off, whose not a giant in anyway, shape, or form, and is actually the same size as you. Not to mention they have about the consistency on condensed AIR and whose only God-given power is near invisibility. I can't remember that guys name at the moment as it is...anyways..

Sometimes instead of a badass super villain, you get a giant Russian kid whose made your blood boil as long as you can remember, and whose about as crazy as bat-shit itself. (To give him the benefit of the doubt, it's his SISTER that's literal bat-shit, he's just almost there.)

Sometimes you don't have a super car, you have your Foster-Dad's ol' Ford Ranger, painted like the American Flag, with one of the Rear-View mirrors scratched, so many dents you can't even count it, and one tire that always seemed to be flat.

Sometimes you never got any super-hero costumes, just school uniforms you have to wear nearly EVERY FRICKEN DAY OF YOUR LIFE. Not that I REALLY care. I just...like freedom of expression? Whatever all I know is that after wearing the same thing for two years it gets old...

And sometimes, you never do get REAL powers. Only little things you can do that aren't very super, just plain freaky. But hey! Whatever works!

You may never get to fly, save someone from a burning building, or get your face on a cereal box next to some colorful cereal that makes Kiku want to vomit.

You may just look like the leader (AND TRUE-HERO) of some band of childhood vigilantes who may or may not need to be institutionalized.

You may never become your little fantasy superhero you dreamt of as a little kid, with all the cool capes, powers, big-boobed girlfriends, and such.

But hey! You might just have one hell of a story on your hands.

I'm not some award winning author, some amazing artist, some dude high on crack with a lot of interesting disillusion that might actually predict the apocalypse of this very Earth or which character from your favorite TV show is going to get laid first.

I'm just 16 year old Alfred F. Jones, I go to school at World Academy W in New York City, am a second year in high school, best friends are Arthur Kirkland and Kiku Honda, and am one HELL of a spectacular hero. Not that anyone believes me.

But hey! I'll show them all, when they're the ones sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of goldfish with their belts undone, reading this awesome prologue and awesomer-to-be story and I'm the one out there kicking some ass!

Let's see...my amazing story all started when...ahh yes. My first day back from winter break, when I was a first year in high school.

A/N: Short prolouge is short. :3 It is just a prolouge after all...

OTL I like, stopped posting fanfictions on FanFiction and started posting them on DeviantART...I fail.

It's been, what, a year now since I've posted any new stories here? ^^; To be fair, I HAVE been writing, just not on FanFiction...ANYWAYS...I made a New Years resolution to actually start FINISHING the stories I start! I just hope I can do it!

So to ring in the New Years, I posted this new story, which is (*cough*NOT*cough*) so cleverly called SuperZERO untill I can think of a better name~ So what do you think? Any potential?

By the way, eventual USUK (if you couldn't already tell), RoChu, and probably some other pairings, though this fiction isn't meant to be pairing-centric just so you know. If your brain is dead and you can't tell, this story is in America's-First-Person Point of View, and will also be narrated by the American himself as if he were the one writing it. And if you also couldn't tell this is set in Gakuen AU Hetalia, which is why I am using their human names.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, it belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz-sensei~