"All hail the conquering hero!" the blue-eyed boy cheered as he pedaled furiously down the sidewalk, barely avoiding people passing by.

"Alfred you git! Slow down!" a green-eyed boy shouted as he tried in vain to keep up with Alfred.

"Come on Arthur! Can't keep up! Well I AM the hero after all!" Alfred shouted back, as he swerved to avoid hitting a lady with her infant in a stroller.

"YOU were the one who slept in this morning, not to mention you just HAD to stop and get a burger!"

"It's my breakfast!"

"I gave you some scones the other day! Why didn't you eat those instead!" Alfred turned his head to his friend and gave him a look that said "do you really want me to answer that?"

"Those things taste like couch stuffings!"

"Those were made from the recipe given to me by my mumsy!"

"Well at least she makes them edible!"

"Hey! Look out!"

"Huh?" Alfred turned his head too late, he soon found himself crashing into someone and landing onto the sidewalk with the person. Arthur pedaled harder and finally caught up with his friend, he hopped off his bike and went over to check on Alfred and his victim.

"Alfred! Are you ok! Speak to me!"

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow. That hurt." Alfred got to his knees and looked at who he crashed into, "Sweet lady liberty!" he suddenly cried.

"What's wrong!"

"I crashed into a girl and killed her! How can I call myself a hero now!" Arthur narrowed his eyes in annoyance, "You bloody idiot. Look, her chest is still moving, so that means she's still alive."

"Oh, you're right. Hahaha! In that case," he scooped up the girl into his arms, "I'll just do what a hero does! Save the damsel in distress!" Arthur couldn't help but to face palm, he sometimes wished Alfred was more like Matthew, his quite, twin brother.

"Just get her to the nurse."

"Right!"

While Arthur put their bikes on the bike rack, Alfred carried the mystery girl to the nurse. After gently placing her onto a bed, Alfred was told to go to his fist class by the school nurse.

"No, I'll stay here, it's my fault that she's like this and I wanna apologize." This really touched the nurse and she agreed to tell Alfred's fist class teacher what had happened (unfortunately the REAL reason Alfred decided to stay was to be excused from his first class, which was the one he hated: algebra, but it was also to examine this mystery girl a little more). With the nurse gone, Alfred sat by the bed and took a good look at the girl he ran into (literally). He had never seen her before, even though it's been a month since he started school at Hetalia High School, but he was really familiar with faces by now. Her waist long hair was platinum blonde, shinning silver in the sun, her skin pale as snow. All of a sudden, her eyes shot open, and Alfred was now able to see her beautiful, violet eyes, Alfred wondered if they were even real. She sat up so quickly, Alfred jumped up from his seat, not knowing what to do. Rubbing her forehead, she mumbled something Alfred couldn't understand.

"Um. . . excuse me?" Alfred managed to say.

"Huh?"

"Um. . . hi, I'm-"

"You're the idiot who ran me over with that bike!" she yelled angrily in a thick Russian accent. Alfred waved his hands in front of him.

"Hey hey hey hey! Look I'm so-" but before he could finish, he was slammed to the wall by the girl, who was holding a knife to his throat.

Huh! Where did that come from! More importantly, why does she have something like this with her! He gulped.

"You have exactly ten seconds to explain why you crashed into me! And if you give me an idiotic answer, you die!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I just wasn't looking to where I was going! It wasn't on purpose or anything like that! Please don't kill me! I'm so sorry!" Alfred just kept ranting apologies until he was out of breath.

"Tell me, how did you bring me here?" the girl asked after Alfred caught his breath

"I . . . carried you. . ." he felt he knife being pressed harder against his throat.

"You mean you touched me! No one but my beloved big brother can touch me!"

"No no no no no! I didn't touch you anywhere were I . . . shouldn't touch you!"

"How did you carry me?"

"Bridal style?"

"That means you touched my legs! Didn't you!"

"Well . . . maybe just a little. But that wasn't intentional!" If looks could kill, the glare that the girl was giving Alfred would've killed him a thousand times over.

"What's your name?" She sure loved to ask questions.

"A-A-A-Alfred F. J-J-Jones!" He instantly felt the knife being pulled away from his neck when he answered, he breathed a sigh of relief before sliding to the ground.

Whew, thought I was a goner. He watched as the girl picked up her school bag from the foot of the bed and walked out of the nurse's office without even a "good-bye."

Geez, what kind of hero am I? First I crashed and nearly kill someone, and nearly GOT KILLED by the same person. Well, as long as no one knows about this.

Alfred just shrugged it off, stood up, and went to his next class as he heard the bell ring.

I'm not really good at writing fanfics (but who says that I can't? ^.^) so please be gentle with me! Anywho, hope you enjoyed, please review!