AN: OMG GUYS I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING THIS AD MY OTHER STORIES! School is going to let out for summer soon, so I've been very busy. I have to finish reading Romeo and Juliet for English (Which is not an easy task to do, since I don't go to the actual class, and instead, just get my assignments and do them at home. I'm probably going to have an exam in that class, and I'm so scared that since my teacher doesn't teach me any of the subjects I'm learning, that I'll fail. Also, I have a math SOL coming up in about two weeks, and if I don't pass it, then I'll have to retake the class. BUT HOWEVER, last night was my last chorus concert here (Since I'm moving) AND I GOT A MEDAL FOR THE BEST FRESHMAN SINGER, AND A LETTER TO PUT ON MY HIGHSCHOOL JACKET AND I CRIED LIKE THREE TIMES SO THAT WAS AWESOME. AND…I almost got out of this fandom. It really freaked me out, and this almost happened since I started to watch a lot of other anime (Free!, Junjou Romantica, Love Stage, ect.) BUT due to my awesome friends, I got back into it JSo, here is the fourth chapter to Color! My other stories will be updated ASAP!
Disclaimer- *sighs* I DON'T OWN ANYTHING UNFORTUNATELY!
Alfred F. Jones always considered himself to be the hero.
Ever since he was young, and read his first DC comic, he fell in love with super heroes, and has always wanted to help people. So, when he was in third grade, the rest of the kids in his class had to bring in their parents, to talk about the kind of work they do. One of the parents had come up to the front of the classroom, and had smiled at the class, taking of his helmet.
Alfred wasn't particularly interested, but he was kind of curious, so he had put down the new comic he had gotten for Christmas, and looked up to the front, his eyes shining with slight wonder. "Hello everyone! I'm glad to be here, and tell you all about what I do."
Alfred really hoped that the man's job wasn't something boring like that one woman's job, being a CEO worker. The man laughed as he caught Alfred rolling his eyes, and said smiling "Don't worry guys, I promise it isn't boring. So, who in here knows what a superhero is?" Alfred's eyes widened, and he grinned, quickly raising his right hand up in the air, his comic in the other.
Several other kids did as well, and the man up front laughed slightly. "Well, I guess you could say that I'm one too. I am a Fireman, which means when there is a huge scary fire that no one can put out, I come to help. Sometimes people need help in the buildings, and can't get out, so I come in and rescue them! But it's a very dangerous job, and it takes a lot of training to do this job. My team mates come help put out the fire with a lot of water, and several others come into the building with me if I need help, or if there are more people trapped."
Alfred stared at the man in amazement. He had always wanted to be a hero and help people, and this sounded like his destiny!
He felt excitement grow in his chest, and grinned as he thought of himself saving those who were in need of help. As soon as the class was over, Alfred ran up to the man and tugged on his shirt.
The man looked down and smiled at seeing the blue eyes boy tugging on his shirt sleeve. He had a wife at home, so he could see the colors of the world, and boy were these eyes bright blue, like the bright sky shining every day. "Hello there, what's your name?"
Alfred looked up at him and his glasses fell down his nose slightly, so he put them back up and said excitingly "My name is Alfred F. Jones. I think that it's so awesome that you are a superhero, and that you save people and their lives! I want to become a fireman too and help others too! B-But…How do you do that?" Alfred asked, tilting his head as he asked the question.
The man stared slightly shocked for a moment. He didn't really think that the kids would really be that excited to hear about his career! But his green eyes softened and he grinned back at him, ruffling Alfred's hair gently as he said "Well, first of all, even though it's boring, you have to continue to stay in school and study hard. Once you get to college, which is a very long way from now, focus on your studies, and try not to be too…careless. Last of all; make sure you have the heart of a hero. Always be kind to others, and help people whenever you can, Alfred. I'm sure that if you are always kind and helpful to others, you will become an amazing fireman."
Alfred wrote all these things down and smiled at him, thanking him for the advice, before running to his next class.
Sixteen years later
Alfred was now twenty-four years old, and as he had dreamed to be in his childhood, was a fireman for his home town. He still had not found his soul mate in all these years, and it made him sad to think about it.
Yes, he was the 'town hero', but he wanted to be his future lover's hero too. He sighed tiredly as he fell into his bed, still tired from the recent fire that happened a couple of days ago. It was huge, and the fire severely injured several of his team. Thankfully, he saved the family that was stuck in the massive fire, which were two young girls, and a mother and father.
The daughters had slight burns, and so did the parents, but nothing major. Alfred laid his head down, and allowed his thoughts to roam free. However, he quickly shut his eyes tightly after a few minutes, remembering the one person he couldn't save a couple of years ago.
That person had been a boy, no more than eight years old, and he had died in the fire before Alfred could get to him. The parents, named Roderich and Elizabeta, had been devastated, and Alfred had remembered carrying the lifeless boy out and hearing the woman's screams and the man's sobbing.
Alfred didn't know the exact name of the child, but knew that his initials were HRE. Alfred had attended the funeral, and had started crying as well when he saw the lifeless body in the casket. He had seen a little girl who looked a little to be about the boy's age, in a bright white dress, crying as she held the boy's hand.
There was a teenager who was probably no older than fourteen, who looked to be holding a baby boy in his arms, trying to hold in his tears. It was a very sad time, and even after all these years, Alfred felt immensely guilty for not getting to the boy in time, as he was swept away by the flames.
It was confusing, seeing a fire with no color. It pretty much looked like white flames, shining brightly in darkness. It was brighter than daytime, and was almost neon white, so that way it could be seen in the dark.
Alfred shook his head, and got out one of his comics that he read when he was stressed, or he remembered the fires that he had been in. Yes, he was probably too old to be reading them, but hey, he was the hero after all. He could do whatever he wanted to do.
When his eyes started to droop, he yawned and put his comic on his night stand, closing his eyes and hoping for no nightmares for the night.
Dream
Alfred was twenty one, and had not been out of college for very long. He had started his job as a fireman a couple of months ago, and was slowly but surely getting to know his team and the ways of his dream job. His first mission had been absolutely terrifying, but thankfully, he and the others had put out the fire, and had saved the people trapped in the building.
Tonight, he and the others had been called from their rooms in the firehouse building, and this was an emergency. Apparently, this fire was heading for the community where a lot of the people in town lived. It was originally a forest fire, but had spread to the houses. So, Alfred and the others quickly got on their helmets and uniforms, heading to the fire truck as quick as possible.
Alfred had jumped on the truck, and was hanging off the side of it as the chief drove the vehicle closer to the fire. Alfred's eyes widened as he took it all in, never seeing a fire this huge before. He felt a strike of fear in his heart as they approached it, but he crushed those fears and took a deep breath. He and four of his team, got out of the truck, and headed straight into the fire, careful not to touch anything, and shouting for any survivors.
"HELLO?! THE HEROS ARE HERE TO RESCUE YOU! PLEASE, IF YOU CAN HEAR US, MAKE ANY SOUND THAT YOU CAN!" Alfred had shouted, looking into the rooms around the house where the fire had gotten to.
Thankfully, everyone in the other houses in the neighborhood had gotten out and were standing in the middle of the street , looking in horror. Alfred heard a quiet shout of "Please help!" Coming from up stairs. Alfred's eyes had widened, and he ran up them quickly and carefully, not wanting the steps to fall and crash.
He looked into the nearest bedroom, and saw a man and woman on the ground coughing from the smoke, and the fire reached closer to them. They looked like they were trying to head into the room beside theirs, but Alfred didn't notice that, too focused on trying to help these people and get them out of this fire.
"YO GUYS! COME UP AND HURRY! THERE'S TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE ALIVE UP HERE!" Alfred shouted, and he sighed with relief as the others came and took them away.
"Wait! My son is in the other bedroom!" The woman cried out, the man saying "He's only a child and the smoke is getting thicker!" Alfred nodded and ran to the bedroom, kicking the door open and looking around for the child.
He saw the boy lying on the floor, coughing and looking very pale, almost as if he was dying. The fireman had never ran so fast before, as he ran to the boy's side, picking him up gently. He gasped and dodged as a piece of the roof came crashing down, almost hitting Alfred and the boy in his arms. He looked down and grew worried as the boy's eyes started to slowly close.
"Hey, I need you to keep your eyes open little dude. The hero is here, and you are going to be fine. We're almost out, so stay awake okay?"
The boy shook his head, and whispered "I know I'm dying…I can feel my chest tightening, and I can barely breathe. B-But if I don't make it…at my funeral, you'll see a beautiful girl…she has the most wonderful brown eyes, and red hair. She'll be in a white dress I'm guessing…But will you please tell her that HRE loved her and will continue to love her with all of his heart forever? Even after death?"
Alfred continued to run through the house, and was shocked at the boy's words. Wait…so he could see color? He did say that the girl had brown eyes…Alfred had nodded, and the boy smiled at the fireman, closing his eyes and letting out a final breath.
Alfred ran as fast as he could out of the house, but he knew it was no use…
HRE was dead.
End of dream
Alfred sat up in his bed, gasping for air to come into his lungs as a tear ran down his face. God, he still regretted what had happened, and felt so guilty for it. He had told the girl at the funeral what HRE had said, and she had smiled, tiny tears still slipping down her face.
He sighed, and turned on his lamp, once again, getting his comic out and reading to get his mind off of the boy's death. He jumped when he heard his phone go off, and he knew that it was the chief calling. He quickly picked up the device, and answered the call. "Hey, what's up chief?" Alfred said, already getting out of bed and putting on his jeans and a superman shirt.
"Alfred, this is an emergency. This fire is getting bad and out of control. So you need to get your ass up here ASAP." Alfred's grin fell off his face and tried to block the memories of the fire that happened a few years ago.
"Okay chief. I'm on my way." The chief started to explain to him where the fire was at currently, and where it had started. Alfred started to drive his car faster as he more worried. Turns out, that fire had started at the local pastry shop, which his friend, Francis Bonnevoy owned.
They had been friends for a long time, and they always jokingly flirted with each other, and talked about when they were in school and their fond memories. He turned down the road where the fire house was at, and jumped out of his car, running and getting on his uniform and helmet. He saw that the others were doing the same, and as soon as he was finished, he ran to the fire truck, grabbing onto the side of it as they headed off toward the fire.
It was heading toward the library that was two stories high, and the person who owned the place, couldn't get out. As fast as possible, and under five minutes, the firemen got to the pastry shop, and started to hose it down, while Alfred ran in to save his friend.
"FRANCIS! DUDE WHERE ARE YOU?!" He heard a voice that sounded French, and quickly headed towards the kitchen. He saw the man coughing and gasping for air as the smoke entered his lugs, and Alfred grabbed his hand, and pulled him out of the fire. Francis had burns on his face, arms, and hands, but there was no other damage than that.
Alfred sighed happily as he put Francis down, and the medical team started to tend to him. "Thank you Alfred~ You truly saved my life. Thank goodness my dear Joan is out with her mother, and was not here to be hurt." Alfred grinned at him, and clasped his hand on the other man's shoulder.
"Anytime dude! You know I'm the hero!" Francis smiled back, but winced when a nurse started to tend to his injuries.
Before the fireman could say anything, he looked at the library, and his eyes widened as he saw how huge the fire was. He quickly ran to the building, and was afraid to enter it, since it looked like it would collapse any moment. However, that fear went away when he heard shouting coming from the second story.
"SOMEONE COME BLOODY SAVE ME!"
Alfred ran into the building, dodging the fire and the falling debris that threatened to crush him. He looked around and said "I'M HERE TO RESCUE YOU! DUDE CAN YOU PLEASE YELL ONE MORE TIME SO I CAN FIND YOU?!"
He almost smiled when he heard a voice with a British accent yell back "I'M ON THE DAMN SECOND FLOOR!" Alfred ran up the stairs, and had a quick flashback of when he was running though the boy's house a few years ago, trying to hurry and save a life.
Alfred shook his head and continued running with all of his strength to the second story. Once he was there, he looked around, trying to find the person who had been yelling earlier. He sighed a breath of relief when he saw a man shorter than him, on his knees and gasping for air and coughing. Alfred ran over to him, and picked the man up bridal style, surprised at how light he was.
"Dude, just try to breathe in as little as possible. I'm gonna get you out of here, just don't close your eyes." The man glared at him before scoffing and saying "Like I would die in such a horrific way. Just hurry the bloody hell up."
Alfred grinned at the man, and ran down the steps as fast as he could, holding the man tighter as he started to cough again. "You're gonna be okay dude. The hero is here." Alfred said softly, finally getting across the room of the first story and bursting through the doors.
The man in his arms gasped and took a deep breath, as air started to fill his lungs again. Alfred brought him to the medical team, asking him "So, what's your name dude?" The man winced as he was out down, since burns were covering his entire body, and a doctor started to out a type of salve on the burns.
"A-Arthur Kirkland." Alfred grinned and took off his glove to shake his hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you Artie. I'm Alfred F. Jones, but you can call me your hero~" Arthur blushed some, but smiled a bit as he shook Alfred's hand.
That's when their world changed completely.
All of a sudden, Alfred was looking into bright green eyes, and his hand was holding a paler hand then his own. He could see the bright red and orange fire, and the stars that were shining in the night sky. 'Holy shit.' Alfred thought, and he could tell that Arthur was thinking the same thing.
Arthur was looking into Alfred's deep blue eyes, shining with something he couldn't make out. Arthur suddenly blushed brightly as the other started rubbing circles on his hand with his thumb, still looking into Arthur's eyes. "W-What the hell is it?" Arthur snapped at the other. Alfred smiled softly at him and took off his helmet, putting his other hand on the British man's cheek where it wasn't burned.
"I finally found you…After twenty four years of searching, I finally found you."
Arthur looked down and scoffed, saying "Yeah yeah, whatever git."
Alfred tilted his chin up, and smiled at Arthur, saying "Will you let me be your hero Artie?" The fireman grinned as Arthur scowled slightly but nodded his head shyly.
The two of them didn't know why, but they both leaned in at the same time, and met to share a hesitant, but longing kiss. Alfred brought his arms around Arthur's waist, and gently held him, the other holding his hands, since he couldn't really move his arms due to the burns.
Francis saw this and smiled, taking a picture of the two and sending it to his girlfriend Joan. The two parted after a while, and they both felt the warmth in their hearts that everyone talked about.
Alfred leaned his forehead against Arthurs, and closed his eyes, whispering "I'll be your hero Artie, and I'll love you with all of my heart even beyond death dude." Arthur blushed and closed his eyes as well, smiling a bit as he took in the wonderful feeling in his chest.
"Whatever you git…but I love you too…" And so, they became each other's hero's.
Arthur would always hold and comfort Alfred every time he had a nightmare about HRE, and would listen to the fireman's fears that clenched his heart. Alfred listened as Arthur told him about how everyone had bullied him emotionally, and physically all throughout his life.
How his family basically neglected him, and treated him horribly since he was into punk and dressed like an 'emo' or 'goth'. They held each other every night, and they continue to grow closer and closer each day and night.
They finally have their own personal hero, and they can see them in color.
AN: HEY GUYS! So I hoped you liked this chapter~ Okay, so I believe in both theories about Germany and HRE. But this one in this chapter, is when HRE and Germany are not the same person. The girl at the funeral was Italy as a child (obviously). SO~ I'm not sure when I'll update this again, but the next chapter will be SuFin! After that, maybe DenNor, and then whatever anyone else requests :) So, until the next chapter in this, my other stories, or anything new, Peace!
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