Summary: When Alice died, Alfred parents had decided to move back to New York. After 18 years of Alice's death, Alfred finally moves back to UK with Kiku to take over his business from Mr Kirkland, a family friend. But their fate changes after he meets a person called Arthur. Arthur doesn't believe in fate or love but it soon changes for him as well. Sorry for the bad summary.

M for later Chapters

Warning: This is chapter consist of supernatural being. If supernatural or religious thing isn't for you then don't read.

I do not own Hetalia.

Mainly USUK but some (one-sided)FrUK and America/Japan (one-sided)


Alice's P.O.V

I closed my eyes in the humming rain, singing me the lullaby to sleep. I knew Alfred was by my side so I felt safe and secure but the next thing I felt was the stumble of the vehicle upon my head. What was going on? I couldn't comprehend. I opened my eyes, just to see a hand reaching up on me.

"Alfred?" my voice barling coming out, I mumbled. "What's going on?" I tried to forced my eyes to open but it just closed on its own lullaby. I could feel thick liquid trial on my forehead but what was that? Blood? Water? I still couldn't comprehend,

"It's going to be alright Alice. Everything is going to be alright." I could feel my body being dragged out from the car into the muddy and rainy fields. I tried opening my eyes again, but I just couldn't. What was wrong with me? "Alfred…" I grumbled again.

"Don't worry Alice, everything is going to be alright." Oh how I wanted to believe him but there was an insecurity on his own voice. "We will be fine." I want to believe on those words but why can't I?

I could feel my body being held by a strong muscles but even that muscle was hesitating to move. It was denying to take any more steps. I knew I had to wake up. I knew if I woke up, it would help Alfred. I had to open my eyes. For Alfred. For him, I had to open my eyes. I opened my eyes and the last thing I saw was flash of bright light shining upon us and my body thrown in the light air. The last thing I felt was hitting my head against something hard. Something like a stone and losing all my consciences I had.

Was this the end?

Everything felt so light. So quiet. So happy. Everything felt so peaceful. Was it just a bad dream? I opened my eyes slowly but stood still in a shock. Shock of seeing my soul and body being torn apart. Was this my own body? I looked down to see my own reflection, lying on top of the bed. No. This was too soon. No. This can't be happening. No. I can't just leave now. My entire soul was twisted. It felt like my inside of my soul would flow out, if I had any.

No. This isn't reality...right? What about Alfred?Alfred… Without leaving another second, I ran across the room, through the busy halls of the hospital, lightly as no one noticed my transparent body running in-front of them.

As I entered the room, all I could see was his body laying, holding onto brink of life in his body. No. He couldn't die now. I stood beside him as I lay my pale hand on top of his forehead, eyes glittering and filling with the tears that wanted to shower.

"Wake up Alfred, it's time to wake up." I called. He didn't respond at first. I knew this was pointless. I was sure he wouldn't be able to hear me or feel me but he responded to my plead. All he did was mumbled my name. Was god giving me the last chance to say good bye? With all the plea, he finally opened his cerulean blue eyes wide open as he snapped out in reality. I could see his heart beat rapidly beating and breathing like a lion's prey running from the lion. "You are so lazy Alfred." I smiled, trying to convince those petrified eyes to calm down. I knew he would be frightened to see me or he wouldn't even be able to see me in this content.

"Alice." He just smiled. His heart rate started to slow down and his breath started to become more stable. It was astonishing. How could he see me? The glitters of my drops started to fall down but it never touched the solid wooden floor beneath me. "What's wrong Alice? Why are you..." He tried to brush my tears but I held back. I didn't wanted him to find out about me. I want this time to stop and go back again. Before this. Before everything fell down and crashed my senses. "Alice…"

"Alfred…" I wiped my never ending grief and sorrows of water the fell from my eyes. "I have to go...I only came here to wake you up…" Alfred frowned and glared at me in confusion.

"Are you alright Alice? You seem a lot paler than normal" His eyes shrunk. "Let me get my glasses." He stumbled upon the table next to him to find his glasses that laid there blissfully. No. If he sees me with his glasses, he will notice and freak out...or even feel demotivated.

"No. I am fine." I placed my hand on his arm to prevent him getting his hands onto his glasses. "I can't stay here much longer...I have to...go to my room…" I lied. Alfred just looked at me, bewilderedly.

"Alice you are ice cold." I abdicated quickly. I struggled to smile.

"See. I have to go back to my room or my condition would get worst, all right ?" I winked but deep down, I was drowning in my own sanity. I wasn't ready to face this. For me, this was too harsh to endure my own fatality. I looked up Alfred. I wonder how he will react when he finds out.

"Okay but promise me something." He stumbled again on the table again. He took out his cross necklace, which his mother had given him when he was born.

"Hmm?" I looked at him confusedly.

"I want you to promise me that you will come back because last time, I nearly lost you in that accident." He looked down, feeling convicted but I knew, it wasn't his fault. It was just my fate. "I want you to promise that you will come back and meet me again." I just stood there, confounded but I quickly closed my eyes.

"I promise. I will come back after I feel better." I lied again. I will never be able to see him again nor he will see me again. It's the thread of fate that intertwined between had cut down. There was nothing to stick our fate together again.

"No. I want you to touch this and promise me." He moved the cross towards me. "Promise me that you will come again." I placed my pale hand on top of the cross as I promised Alfred to meet again but we were never to meet again. Not in this life. I muttered my last farewell as he placed his necklace beside his table again. With just one good bye kiss on his cheek, I left his room.

Will this promise ever be fulfilled?

I knew one day or another he will find out the truth but I would have never imagined this would happen. It was traumatizing to see, let alone how he might have felt. The news abashed him at first but later when coming to his senses, he started neglect everything. He neglected everything that was essential to survive. Food, water and even fresh air from his life. He avoided everything and mourned everyday , making his mother and father more worried everyday. I couldn't do anything for him. Even if my soul was beside him, shedding waterfalls with him, he couldn't sense me nor could hear me. His heart had darkened like his room, not letting even a single ray of light to break through for warmth or happiness.

I was long awaiting for my funeral so the undertaker, Arawn*, would come and take me to his underworld for eternity where I will never see this light nor anyone alive. But seeing him in this situation, I knew knew couldn't just leave him like this.

I stood beside my mother, who kindly welcomed everyone to my funeral but she didn't notice. She wore a plain black dress as she also wore those sorrow eyes with red implant she had made by crying. It was cloudy as the cluster of cloud had started to build up above the church. She still had those kind smile that she always gave me when I was young but it didn't had that warmth. I noticed that Alfred had also come but his condition was getting worst. He looked paler and he had lost half of his weight. His eyes no longer had the bright blue texture as it had now turned dull with no energy. Those sun kissed skin and the golden hair had also turned tedious.

When Alfred met my mom, he broke down in tears, apologising and pleading for forgiveness. But my mother knew it wasn't his fault. It was an accident and she knew it was just my fate. My mother tried to make him feel better with those melodious voice of hers with care and reassure of forgiveness.

'I promise. I will come back'

The promised that I had made echoed throughout the ceremony. As I saw my body being buried down, I could sense the hiddenness and coldness embracing my soul to the core. I knew it was my time to go. To leave this beautiful place and follow my Arawn to the netherworld. As the priest continued chanting, a figure started to form in-front of me.

Hir yw'r dydd a hir yw'r nos, a hir yw aros Arawn*

Was this it?

Alfred's POV

Even though she was gone, why do I feel her presence? Its like she is just there but she isn't. Even when I was with her mother, I could feel Alice's presence. It was so peculiar and different but so familiar at the same time. Is she still here? After the ceremony, I decided to walk on my own. I left my parents on the ceremony and walked along the road, wherever it took me. If this was her and mine fate then this road will also take me to my new fate.

It had gotten dark and light shower started to faint over the cliffs of Dover. The dead and once crisped lives from the Autumn fall scrambled everywhere with the wind, making the wind decide their fate. I walked down the pathway that was once familiar but now blocked by the police yellow tape because of the hazardous accident it caused. They had decided to implant blockage so the car wouldn't slid even in the rainy weather like that night… I just stood at the top and just glared at the slight horizon. I just glanced and then something started to shape. It was a familiar shape, with familiar colours. A draine of chattering noise came up from the no-bound place. What was it?

I tucked in and placed myself inside the yellow tapes. I ran viciously, trying to cover the enormous field, dodging and side stepping the dried trees on the slippery mud. I tried my best running in my long coat, in the slippery mud to find out what it was. The closer I came to the object, the familiar it looked.

"Alice." My lips slipped under my breath. I paused for a while as I breathed heavily and my heart pounding like a Lion's heart. "Alice!" I screamed. I continued running towards the shape that was so familiar. "Alice!" I screamed again,losing my breath. The figure just stood still, without moving any muscles.

One by one droplets of liquid fell from my eyes. It was here, in front of me. I don't know how much have these eye longed for this movement. She wore the same black dress she wore that night, with blonde hair trailing down her slender pale body. "Alice" I trembled on her cheek as well as she glanced at me. She just smiled. Smiled with tears rolling down on her cheek. "Alice" My lips froze. "Alice where did you go? Why did you leave me?" My whole body trembled and shook. "Everyone said that you were gone, far away from me but I know that you will never leave me. You made a promise. This whole thing was a big prank right?" She just stayed in silence, as more droplets of tears poured from her eye. "This is all done right?" I approached closer but she stepped back. In shock I just belwarded.

"Alfred." Her Silence finally broke. "Alfred, what has happened to you? You are stronger than this."

"But I can-" I was cut short by her.

"You have to be stronger Alfred."

"But I can't Alice. Without you, everything feels so afflicted. I don't think I can surv-"

"No Alfred. You have to embrace your future and survive. The only way you can do that is by forgetting about the past. Forget about me Alfred." She clenched her hand into a fist. I knew it was hurting her as much as it was hurting me as those words echoed on the woods. "Promise me Alfred, you will forget about me."

"But-"

"Promise me Alfred, then only I can leave this world." Everything froze around me. Leave this world? No. She can't leave me. I can't promise her that just so she can leave. She has to stay but...I knew that it will suffocate her soul more if she stayed in this world any longer so I just shook my head. I could taste the salty liquid on my mouth but I know I was doing this for her. Without any further words, cluster of fog started to surround her. No. She can't. I walked toward the fog but it wa getting stronger and I could see the figure disappearing in the fog.

I just stared at the blank space, only small fog floating around as the rain started to catch. I just stared in the space where she once stood. Was she gone? Forever? I walked towards the space slowly in silence. I noticed that something shiny laid under so I kneeled down and dug on the muddy and slippery soil, just to find a green emerald inside. Inside, it embed a writing. A writing...of my name… I sat still, kneeling on the slippery mud in the rain, covering the ring like a delegate egg and embracing it on my chest. The immutability and the silence making me realise that they would no longer be there. There was no turning back, it was only going to be a memory, perhaps an incident.

Was she here to give me this?

Alice's POV

I knew that the best thing for Alfred. I knew that he had to forget about me...forget about this appearance of me. I watched the rain fall from the sky like it did that day. Arwan stood in-front of me, taking all the view away from me, to take me with the netherworld. He just waited beside and waited for me to embrace this magnificent view for the last time. After some time, without any other word, he started walking so I followed him automatically. As now, he was my guidance for my new faith, my guidance to the netherworld.

"You are really lucky to have people who love you so much. You have been dead for a long time now and they still couldn't get over you." My Arwan finally spoke. I nodded. "So are you going to leave this place without fulfilling your promise you made even after death? Isn't that just cunning of you?"

"No. I did not meant any harm my lord." I bowed my head down.

"The promise you made was to meet him again after you were nourished and healthy again right?" He stopped and turned towards me. "Aren't you going to ask for anything?"

"Ask?" I laid my gaze down. I didn't wanted him to be feel offended and hand me over to the Satan's gate like tartarus. Even though there was no chance of getting the sunlight underworld, I wouldn't want to live rest of my life where even death is not an option.

"If you want Alice, I can give you life or death." I glanced upon for once. Till now, I hadn't noticed how magnificent his horns stood out. "Life for another chance to live or death for a companion to fulfill your promise. or do you not wish for either?" I just stood there, perplexed to the core. Would a god, who holds my soul on his hand, let me live again?

"Umm" I hesitated. "I...I choose to live." I looked up. Without leaving any second, he smirked.

"So thats what you choose." He lifted his arm in the open air and a long thick stick appeared from thin air. With one stumped on the ground, he continued. "Your fate was always intertwined with him but it was him who changed the fate. With the promise you made that day, the thread was conjoined again with the lace. However, because you had the participation of cutting the thread, you will have to pay the thread weavers of the underworld*. You will be together but never one. You will love each other but not forever and these are only some of the compensation you have to do for the fates." He looked upon me. "Can you do it?" I gulped.

"Yes." I replied.

"When the time comes, I will come and help you so for the being, you are free to do what you please. But even though its the same fate, it will be weaved by differently than before." He walked a few steps but stopped. " He already has what he needs to find you." I didn't knew what he meant but I couldn't ask so so I kept my lips closed. With no further notice, he disappeared in the thin cold air.

"The wind has changed."

Alfred's POV

I think England is happy that I am leaving today. I looked towards the bright sun as the cold wind from north blew upon my neck and my hair. Mother had insisted to move back to New York so it the incident wouldn't affect me furthermore and father had to handle the business there himself as it was in a critical condition. For now, my father's colleague was going to handle his business in England.

Last night, my father had insisted me to go to his 'party' at work. It had already been a week since I found this emerald ring and after that, all I did was lock myself in my room so my father thought this was a great idea to get me out of my room. It was nice meeting with new people but there was still this blank space that it couldn't fill. That I could never fill again.

There was a small bar in the party that they had made so I flashed towards the bar and sat on the seat. People knew I wasn't interested in talking with them so they didn't bother me as well. I just stayed there, drinking and trying to figure out about the ring. Did she came just to give me this ring? Even if she didn't and the ring was coincidentally there then why would my name be craved there? I was drowned in my own thoughts but my father's best friend, William Kirkland, sat next to me. He was known around the office for his jokes and sense of humour. I knew he was a great and loyal friend of my father and the business but I just didn't wanted to talk with anyone.

"So, you guys are moving back to New York right?" He asked. He hadn't meant any harm but I wasn't in a mood of talking with anyone but I didn't wanted to be rude to someone who is loyal and is going to take over my father's position in the UK for the time being so I simply nodded. "Don't worry, I will look after this business properly. It will be like my own child." He laughed loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Talking about that, my wife is due soon and I still haven't thought of a name for my new boy. Mind helping me Alfred?"

I was perplexed. We were only family friend but why would he ask me to think of a name? I gawked but started thinking for a name that would sound nice and had a good meaning. I thought, Alice had always been a fond of King Arthur's bravery of fighting against the invaders and his romantic literature so without thinking, I suggested that name. Arthur. It was short and simple but so unique. Mr Kirkland seemed confused at first but after some thinking, he nodded with a smile.

"Arthur Kirkland. So my son is going to be Arthur Kirkland. It sounds great."

Thinking back to last night, it was the only time I actually socialised after some while. I checked-in at the front-desk and sat down in the waiting room. All of a sudden, I felt a sudden shiver in my spine, as if a cold serpent coiled in my body. For a second, I thought the whole world paused for a while. But why? I could feel a heartbeat from corner of my ear. But whose? Why do I feel like I'm leaving something behind? Why do I feel like someone is trying to stop me? All these question sunk on my head like a water on a sponge. I shivered.

"Alfred, are you alright son?" I looked up and saw my mother's worried face glancing upon me. "Is something the matter son? You look pale."

"No. It's nothing." I shrugged. What was all this all of a sudden?

When I got out from the airport, the first person I saw was Kiku. He is...was my best friend before father decided to move to England 8 years ago. Why was he here? I thought he might have forgotten about me.

"Kiku?" I called. It was confusing but somewhere inside me, I felt content. Content to see someone familiar. "Wh-How?" My speech struggled.

"Alfred." He tugged me for a warm hug. "How have you been?" He continued tightening his embrace. "Your mother contacted me that you were moving back so I couldn't wait." I tried my best to escape but secretly, it felt nice. It felt so warm. It was warming up my cold heart that had been pleading since that night.


So I did some research before writing this fiction and I have always wanted to read Reincarnation themed Fanfiction but I couldn't find one. So I thought of writing one instead. Anyway, please leave a feedback : D

Arwan = Celtic god of Underworld

Hir yw'r dydd a hir yw'r nos, a hir yw aros Arawn = Long is the day and long is the night, and long is the waiting of Arawan

Weavers of the underworld = Influence from the 3 fates of Greek Mythology