Author's Notes:

Well, here is another fanfic. This time it's an AU Hetalia that's heavily based on Silent Hill. I want this to be a horror fanfic (I've been meaning to have a go at doing some horror/gore) but also some comedy along the way. Kind of like Shaun of the Dead, I guess. Well, I hope I manage to achieve in doing a dark/gory comedy fanfic because I've never done something like this before. Wish me luck, yeah? But I just would like to apologize in advance that there isn't much horror/comedy in the first and second chapters of this fanfic, really it's just some drabble friendship fluff between little Alfred and Arthur, but I guess I'm just building the story up to the good horror Silent Hill stuff. Oh, and this story was written for the kink-meme request page of the LJ Hetalia community. Somebody on there requested for a Hetalia/Silent Hill crossover and I thought that it would be interesting to do, because I had been meaning to do an Hetalia fanfic but I didn't want to write anything that had pretty much been done before, you know? Well, I certainly hope that this kind of Hetalia fanfic hasn't been done before. Anyways, on to the story…

EDITED: 05/09/11

I've decided to change the story round a bit, but hopefully not too much. Just explaining the reason why you might see this on your e-mail notification because I've edited this chapter. I'm also going to edit the other chapters too. So yeah, don't worry, I haven't abandoned this! I felt the story needed a revamp after plotting over things, you know? Although, I haven't changed a lot for this chapter…


Midnight Illusions

Chapter 1

Alfred F. Jones never had a happy childhood in his short life. From his earliest memories he couldn't remember ever having a mother or father. He wasn't even sure if he had a name. In his earliest memories, all he could remember was waking up to being surrounded by trees and woodland critters.

Alfred had then been discovered by some people, finding the naked toddler wondering around the forest that was on the outskirts of their town. Nobody knew what had happened to the poor boy, but the people took the boy back to their town with him anyways.

Due to the boy not knowing who he was, the town decided to give him a name. It took him a while to learn his name, let alone the English language because of his isolation in the forest.

Soon after the boy was taken in by the local orphanage, they discovered that the boy had massive strength, like it was super strength!

Upon the staff and other orphans seeing the young Alfred holding up a bed all by himself, they instantly labeled Alfred as being weird and a freak. And with the mystery of how Alfred was discovered, everyone began to call the boy a demon and tormented him.

The other orphans excluded him from joining in on any games, picked on him, called him names and beat him. Even the staff members of the orphanage felt uncomfortable around the boy and one or two of them were cruel enough to purposely blame Alfred for what the other orphans had done. As a result, Alfred would get punished for the false accusations. Usually they would lock him up in a cell for days without sunlight and be constantly watched, but there was one time when Alfred had been wiped because he had been accused of stealing. It was almost like they enjoyed picking on the poor boy.

When Alfred was brought to the town, he thought his life would change and that he would be surrounded by warming love and make friends. But the minute he arrived he felt those hopeful, happy thoughts shatter and crumple before him and his heart sank. Naturally, the boy felt hatred and anger at how everyone mistreated him. He wondered what he had done to receive such terrible treatment, and even sometimes he wondered if maybe he did deserved to be treated in such a way, maybe he really was a freak, which just depressed the poor boy when such thoughts occurred in his mind.

The boy often felt lonely – oh so very lonely – and he only wished to have a friend who wouldn't be mean to him. Would he forever be treated this way by everyone he met? Would he be doomed to be alone forever in isolation?

No, Alfred didn't want to think such depressing thoughts! Despite his gloomy life, he was determined to think hopeful that one day things will look better for the golden haired, blue eye boy.

Well, the little boy was now a seven year old boy and was currently on the soft ground that belonged to a local park in the town. The boy's small body was hurting, and his face clearing expression the pain his body felt. No doubted he knew that there will be bruising on his body by now to add to his collection.

Suddenly a small fist came out of nowhere and struck Alfred's right cheek, causing the boy to cry out with pain upon feeling the terrible unpleasant, hurting sensation. He then felt numerous hits from the feet that surrounded him as they began to attack his body hard. They kicked and stomped on him with Alfred covering his head with his arms to try and protect himself, all the while screaming out loud for them to stop. But he already knew it would just be an ineffective thing to say against his attackers. By now, Alfred would have thought he would be use to the pain, but he doubted he ever really would, no matter how much abuse he received. Life was defiantly not looking better for Alfred.

That was, until an unfamiliar voice was heard.

"Oi! Leave him alone you little twats!" yelled the voice angrily. To Alfred, that voice sounded like it was from the heavens themselves, like from an angel – an angel that had saved him from the clutches of the bullies.

"Oh shit! Run for it!" Alfred heard one of the boys say and then he heard feet running away from him, the sound becoming further and further away while a new set of feet could be heard coming towards him.

"You pricks! Don't think you're going to get away with this!" the mysterious voice yelled at the boys before the voice then became slightly gentle.

"Hey, are you alright?" the voice said with concern to Alfred, noting that the voice had an accent to it. Alfred opened his eyes and slowly sat up and lifted his gaze to the person who had spoken to him. He saw before him a boy that looked a few years older than Alfred. He had sandy blonde hair and the most amazing emerald green eyes that he had ever seen, along with the biggest pair of eyebrows that he had ever seen also. The older boy was looking down at the boy with obvious concern for his well being. Alfred stared up at him in wonder. So this was the person that had rescued him. He was his savoir.

"Are you an angel?" the boy asked him innocently. The older boy's expression suddenly changed to that of surprised at being asked such a question but quickly changed to amusement as he chuckled quietly.

"No, I'm not an angel," he replied in a strange accent, smiling at the boy. Alfred saw the smile was not one of mocking, deviousness or insolent smirking that the boy was so use to seeing on people's faces. The other boy's smile was that of a gentle, genuine smile, the type of smile that Alfred hardly had experience with. And that honest smile set Alfred's heart soaring with such a positive, happy feeling that it brought a wide, happy smile onto his adorable, chubby face.

"Well, thank you very much for saving me! I'm Alfred!" the boy chirped up enthusiastically. The other boy blushed.

"Urm, you're welcome, I imagine anyone else would have done the same thing. It wouldn't have been right if I just stood aside".

Alfred shook his head slightly. "No they wouldn't, they would had just let them beat me" he responded honestly. "It always happens, nobody likes me in this town...they call me a demon" he said, looking down sadly.

The boy looked at the younger one with sympathy. "I'm sure they don't-, " he began but Alfred cut him off.

"But they do! I know they do! I get in trouble all the time and get picked on and no one lets me play with them!" he said with aggravation, feeling tears in the corner of his eyes.

"H-Hey! Please don't cry, Alfred," the older boy said, feeling a bit anxious at seeing the younger boy getting upset. He gently placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder.

"Listen, how about we go to my house? I don't mean to gloat but my mother makes a wonderful cup of tea, if I do say so myself". Alfred looked back up at the older boy with the big eyebrows.

"Really?" Alfred asked hopefully, that wide, happy smile suddenly back on his face. "I've never been to anyone's house before!" he added excitedly. He wondered what his house was like.

The older boy smiled, chuckling quietly at how adorable the younger boy was. "Well, come on," he said and offered his hand out to the small boy, which Alfred happily took.

"Hey, I never got your name." Alfred mentioned as the two boys walked out of the park, hand in hand.

"Oh, it's Arthur. Arthur Kirkland." the older boy replied, looking down at the smaller one.

"Arthur..." Alfred repeated slowly to himself. His name reminded Alfred of the story of King Arthur.

"Hey, so does this mean we're friends?" Alfred asked Arthur with hopeful excitement. Arthur looked down at the younger boy with a surprised expression on his face.

"Fr-Friends?" Arthur repeated as he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. He had never had a friend before. Well, except for his unicorn and fairy friends, but never a human friend before. But the idea of having Alfred as a friend felt...nice. Yeah, he actually liked the idea of having Alfred for a friend! Maybe he could even show Alfred his unicorn and fairies sometime.

Arthur smiled genuinely at Alfred. "Yes, let's be friends!"