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Warnings for Alex's mouth.

I don't own Hetalia. I'm not that lucky enough :/ I do, however, own Alexander and this story.

To say that Feliciano was shocked would be an understatement. He was sure the person in front of him was Alfred. His shock soon turned into confusion when he remembered that Alfred had gone with Arthur after the meeting. There was no way Arthur could have come back to the American's house, locked him in the cellar, then left again without being noticed. Especially when it hadn't taken that long for Feliciano to walk to the house. He may not be the smartest person in the world, but even he knew something like that was impossible. Especially when Alfred was wearing completely different clothes at the meeting and he didn't have a smudge of dirt on him. Not to mention the tattered clothing the man in the cell was wearing looked like some type of old uniform.

Feliciano was snapped out of his thoughts when he realized the man had spoken to him. Blinking, he tilted his head some. "What did you say?"

"I said who the hell are you?" The man had a strange accent Feliciano had never heard before. To him it sounded like a mix of several accents, but where the man was from, he wasn't sure.

"I-I'm Feliciano...wh-what's your n-name...?" Feliciano stuttered, shivers going down his spine. He didn't know why, but the stranger was starting to give him the creeps. Perhaps it was his strange accent? Or maybe it was the fact that he was obviously locked up for some reason. Or maybe being in the damp, creepy cellar was finally getting to him. No matter the reason, Feliciano quickly decided he didn't like the feeling.

"I'm Alexander. And I'm much obliged that you let me out of here." The stranger, whose name was apparently Alexander, stood up and brushed some dirt off his pants. Without waiting for Feliciano to say a word, he walked past the slightly shorter man and into the lit area of the cellar. Feliciano immediately noticed he walked with a limp and while he looked a lot like Alfred, there were obvious differences. The two biggest Feliciano noticed right then was that his shoulder length hair was a light brown and slightly wavy. The other big difference was his skin tone. Where Alfred was always pale regardless of how much sun he got, Alexander had a natural golden tan that any woman would drool over. His most striking feature, however, had to be his eyes. Feliciano quickly noticed that his eyes were very strange. Alexander's left eye was a blood red while his right eye was a beautiful golden color. He had seen people with different colored eyes before, but never with the colors of Alexander's.

"Ve...why were you in here? Did you do something bad? Luddy always says it's not good to do bad things. Did you kill someone? That would be very bad...and scary..." Feliciano's ramblings continued on while Alexander gave him a strange look.

"If ya must know, I didn't do anythin' wrong. That Yankee bastard locked me up for no reason."

"What's a 'Yankee'?" Feliciano asked curiously.

Alexander rolled his eyes some and smirked. "That's what my people call them Union bastards."

"Oh! Okie-dokey!" With his usual cheerful smile back in place, though he was still confused about the whole Yankee thing.

Alexander shook his head and sighed irritably before making his way up the stone steps leading to freedom. As soon as he saw the living room and kitchen, Alexander froze. While there were plenty of things in the living room that were obviously old fashioned, it was the new items that had caught his attention. "What the hell...?" Walking over to the TV, Alexander hesitated a moment before touching it. When nothing happened he frowned slightly and turned away from it only to discover the remote control laying on the overly crowded coffee table. He picked it up and looked it over. Wondering what the power button did, he pushed it only to jump when the television suddenly came on, volume turned up to a ridiculously high level as what Alexander could only describe as an evil noise blared from the speakers.

Feliciano stood off to the side watching him curiously, his head tilted slightly to the side. He had never seen anyone react like that to a television, especially when it was on a music channel. Whenever he found a channel playing music, he would always stop and dance or sing along if he knew the lyrics. He jumped when Alexander sent the remote flying at the screen, effectively shattering it and stopping the music. Sparks flew from the decent sized hole in the middle of the screen, but quickly faded within seconds.

Deciding he instantly hated the new foreign objects in the house, Alexander found the front door and ventured outside. When he stepped out onto the porch, he froze mid-step and stared. Cars sped down the street while people dressed in strange outfits walked down the sidewalks. Buildings as tall as mountains stood in the distance, while smaller buildings lined the streets.

Feliciano came out after Alexander and stopped next to the strange man. "Are you okay? Ve..."

Alexander blinked slowly before looking at Feliciano with a mixed look of fear and confusion.

"Wh-what is all of this...?"

"What's all of what?"

"This..." Alexander motioned to everything past the front yard with his hand.

Cocking his head to the side, Feliciano tried to figure out what he was referring to. When realization dawned on him, he grinned. "Ve~Those are cars and skyscrapers and people!"

"I know what a blasted person is, you idiot!" Alexander snapped, his short temper starting to flare some. Feliciano shrunk back, trembling slightly in fear. His bad feeling came back as he stared up at the angry man in front of him.

"I'm sorry! Don't hit me! It would really really hurt and I bruise really easy!" Feliciano wailed, earning the pair strange looks from people passing by.

Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a frustrated sigh. "Just...forget it..." Without another word he ventured down to the sidewalk, hiding exactly how nervous he suddenly felt. Suddenly cheerful again, Feliciano followed after Alexander. He still had to find Ludwig and meet up with him so the two could return to their hotel. They did have another meeting the next day and Ludwig would not be happy if Feliciano missed it.

"Ve~Wait for me!" Picking up his pace, he quickly caught up to Alexander.

It was a couple of hours later before Alfred finally returned home. After having lunch with Arthur and bugging him nearly constantly, he grew bored and decided to get his car before going home. Pulling into the drive, he immediately noticed that the front door was wide open. Positive he had shut and locked the door when he left, he frowned and took a gun from his glove compartment. Making sure it was loaded, he got out of the car and cautiously made his way up the porch steps. He stopped beside the open door, out of sight of anyone that may be inside. Peeking around the corner, Alfred scanned the inside of the house as much as he could from his vantage point. Not seeing anyone, he slowly stepped inside, his gun held up and ready.

As he searched the house, he eventually came to the living room. Seeing his beloved flat screen shattered and the remote sticking out of the hole in the middle, he let out a loud whine.

"My TV!" Alfred wailed, throwing caution to the wind as he mourned the loss of his television. Deciding that whoever had busted his television would pay dearly, Alfred wiped the tears from his eyes and looked around the room. When his eyes fell upon the door leading to the cellar, his blood ran cold. It was wide open and he knew for a fact that it was shut when he left that morning. Growing serious, he went over to the door and looked down the stairs. Seeing the light was on, his eyes grew wide. "Oh no..." Alfred hurried down the stairs, afraid of what he would find. His worst fear was confirmed when he saw the cell door open and said cell void of all life. "Shit shit shit!" Running back upstairs, Alfred ran outside and frantically looked around for any sign of Alexander. Not seeing him anywhere, Alfred ran back inside and grabbed his cellphone off the kitchen table and speed-dialed Arthur.

Arthur had just sat down to enjoy a cup of tea and a book when his phone started vibrating in his pocket. Cursing softly, he pulled phone out and looked at the screen. Sighing in annoyance, he answered the call. "What do you want, git?"

"Arthur we have a really big problem!"

I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I couldn't come up with a good enough spot to end it after this point. Oh wells.

Anywho, if anyone wants to see exactly what Alexander looks like, here's a link to a picture of him on my deviantart. beatles-fan. deviantart art/Flag-447776951

Here's a closeup of him (WARNING: He's giving people the bird) beatles-fan. deviantart art/insert-clever-title-here-447634514

Just get rid of the spaces.