A/N: Sorry about the wait, but I was ridiculously busy this week, what with school where I got homework on the first day, and with working for my art teacher at her studio. But something that actually made me happy is that I was able to name twenty-six European countries in my history class (the student who got second most only had about twelve), just because of Hetalia, and literally none of the other students had even heard of Lichtenstein and Belarus. So that is one good thing for school.
And, of course, as soon as I reach a thousand visitors for this fic, the counter thing breaks so I have no idea how many people have read this.
I do not, and at this rate probably will not, ever own Hetalia.
Alfred wanted to know what was bugging Artie.
Seriously, he was acting so much more distant than usual, and Alfred had thought things had been going pretty well between the two of them. He had actually thought they may have ended up together at the rate they had been previously going, but now...
Back to square one, he guessed.
Oh well. Alfred shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and sighed, filling in his homework. Why couldn't he get into Arthur's head that THEY WERE NOT THE SAME PEOPLE AS THEY WERE. Or Alfred thought so. He wanted to hug him every day and make him feel better (not that he didn't already do that, though he really never said why he was doing it to Arthur, he wasn't an idiot), since the Eighth grader seemed so lonely all the time.
He finished the paper with a final flourish, signing his name to the paper (titled "Why Whales Are As Good As People, Or Maybe Even Better", his essay for English) and stuffing it into his binder. He stood up and flew out of the room, hoping to see Arthur, Matthew, or maybe Kiku. And he didn't see anybody.
Until he came across Ivan standing in the hallway clearly intimidating poor Toris, Eduard, and Raivis, though the Russian boy looked more cheerful than actually scary, but Alfred saw the trio's terrified expressions and ran to where they were.
"Yo! Commie! Leave those three alone!" Alfred shouted, his face paling when he saw Ivan look at him, muttering 'kol kol kol kol' under his breath at the sight of Alfred.
"Greetings, comrade. There is no need to be angry, we are just chatting together, da?" Ivan said, smiling slightly, though he held a threatening looking... water pipe?
Alfred grinned nervously, running a hand through his hair and suddenly remembering he was just a skinny twelve year old, saying, "Hey, dude, can't we just like leave those three alone? I actually sort of need help with some... homework from them. I know Eduard is one of the best techies I know and Toris is pretty smart, and Raivis... well, he is a cinnamon roll, so he is just nice to have around, and he doesn't come around much, considering he IS a nine year old and doesn't go to this school. So, if you don't mind me borrowing them... And I believe I saw Yao hanging around down that hall," Alfred said quickly, and watching as Ivan smiled widely at him.
"Chu is nearby! Goodbye friends, I must go speak with Chu!" Ivan said happily, disappearing quickly to find his boyfriend.
Alfred turned to the Baltics, grinning. "Yo, dudes! Now, if you wanna leave before the Commie comes by again, let's run away, alright?" Alfred led them back to his room, where he invited them to sit on his bed, them all looking nervous.
Alfred smiled at Raivis. "Um, not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here, kid? Shouldn't you be at home or something?"
"I-I came b-because my parents left, just disappeared suddenly. I-I didn't know what else to do, so I came here to see Toris and Eduard. Th-they said that their parents hadn't been answering their emails lately either, and... th-they said I could just visit for a while."
Alfred stared at the three of them. "Are you serious? Your parents are fricking missing? Do you have any idea of what happened?"
Eduard shook his head, "No. We really haven't really got a clue. We thought maybe... it was because we are countries. I mean, as countries we cannot have parents, can we?"
Alfred stared. Their parents... gone? And they weren't saying anything, not reacting in any way of terror of what that meant. But, then again, he knew Toris wasn't close to his parents, having talked to him a while ago in one of his classes, but what about the others?
"Um, why is this not bothering any of you?" Alfred asked.
Toris smiled a pained smile, "It is, trust me, but when your parents are practically abusive... it doesn't bother you as much as it should when they leave for a while."
"Alright. I think the coast is clear now, you guys can probably go," Alfred said, smiling weakly as they stood up and left. And then the cogs started working in his head. "Oh no... if their parents are gone..." Alfred grabbed his laptop, and typed up an email to his parents, hitting send. If they answered in the next day, he had nothing to worry about. If not...
Alfred groaned. Please let everything be okay, please, please, please. If it was, he could go back to trying to help Arthur, but if not, then he honestly didn't know what he would do.
Lovino walked up to Antonio in the hallway and allowed the taller boy to wrap his arms around his shoulders and kiss the top of his head gently. "Aww, my Lovi is so cuuutttteee," the tomato bastard cooed.
Lovino pushed away from him and glared up at the Spaniard. "I am not "your" Lovi, and don't call me Lovi in the first place for fucks sake," he ordered, but Antonio just laughed and rubbed Lovino's head, and Lovino tensed as the bastard's fingers came dangerously close to his hair curl. He jerked away, cursing some more, "Goddammit, leave my fucking hair alone or I will kick your ass!"
Antonio tilted his head, his green eyes shining in confusion. "But what about that cute hair thing you have? Why don't you just smooth it down?" And Antonio reached out and, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, tried to smooth down the odd hair.
Lovino's eyes widened and his face turned bright red and he shoved Antonio into the wall before whipping around and running back to their room, collapsing onto his bed, gasping for breath. He just lay there for a few minutes until he had calmed down enough to get up and find Antonio to probably yell at him.
As he left the room he saw Alfred practically running to him. "What do you want?" He asked when the American stopped in front of him.
"Have you or Feliciano talked to your Grandfather lately?" Alfred demanded.
This caught Lovino by surprise, and he racked his brain to try to remember the last time they had spoken.
"Um, not since a few weeks ago at New Year's. Why the hell are you asking?" Lovino demanded.
Alfred looked down at him, his eyes shining more than usual behind his glasses. "I-I think that our guardians have disappeared," he said softly.
Lovino stared at him for a moment before he began shaking his head, "No, no, there is no way that they disappeared. My grandpa isn't the best at staying in contact, that's all. Maybe your parents are just busy," he tried desperately, forgetting to curse as usual.
Alfred frowned, "I talked to the Baltics, and their parents have disappeared too. I don't know what to do. How am I supposed to deal without my parents? And what about school and food and... And my family is gone, dammit, and what am I supposed to do without them?" He looked like he was going to start crying, so Lovino slapped him.
"Snap out of it, asshole. Maybe this was supposed to happen, I mean how do nations have parents anyways? Maybe we should go to the leaders of our countries and they can help us... I don't know, but there is something we can do, I know it."
Alfred still looked like he would burst into tears any minute asked, "But how will Feliciano deal with this? He has enough anxiety anyways, but without your grandpa..."
Lovino felt a crushing pressure and knew he was probably going to break down any minute. "I can help him, and the potato bastard can too. You should go tell the others, but before you do, why-why did you come to me first?"
Alfred shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe because of how in the industrial revolution Romano came to America for help, and that actually meant something to me. I don't know." The American turned around, beginning to walk down the hall, but looking over his shoulder to say quickly, "I... I hope you turn out alright, and if you ever need anything... come to me, since I want to be a hero, or go to Antonio since he will probably always be there for you, and I must admit I am jealous of that," and Alfred (who was very out of character, in Lovino's opinion), walked away, probably to inform another one of his friends.
Lovino walked in the opposite direction, after a minute, wanting to speak to Antonio before going to Feli to break the news to him.
A/N: This problem occurred to me a while ago, because it would be a problem if they could be countries and still have regular parents, so this falls under the huge magic spell that England cast, that their parents disappear off the face of the Earth (is it seriously bad that my first thought was 'oh yessss I can now murder characters without it seeming uncalled for'?). This will not be a huge problem for most of them, as they all have very poor relationships with their parents/guardians, the exceptions being Alfred, Feliciano, and Antonio (though Antonio will actually understand why they disappeared and will not be very torn apart by it, having dealt with a ton of sadness as Spain, but it will CRUSH poor little Feli, and lead to some serious problems for his psyche).
Also, Alfred being convinced that they are not actually the exact same people as when they were nations and making a point of referring to them differently is a very large part, especially since he is the only one who really believes it.
That's pretty much it, and I would love for people to comment and give me any advice, and I will try to use it, and I will try to update again some time soon!