Me:Veeeee~~~~

Alfred: Currently, The author is in a state of euphoria, so Disclaimers then on with the show!

Disclaimer: She doesn't own Hetalia, though if she did, she wouldn't be writing fan-fiction.

Alfred walked away, confused, and very hungry. So, as any hero would, he went to McDonalds to sort out his thoughts and eat… but mostly to eat. Approximately thirty minutes (and seven hamburgers) later, Alfred had sufficiently thought and eaten enough, so he decided to go home.

The walk home was dark and quiet (well, as quiet as it could be in a bustling city) leaving Alfred to think some more on the mysterious winged person. Just who was he? What was he? And just what was up with that cloak? I mean, that hood was huge! It almost covered the dude's entire face! Our hero thought to himself, as he opened the entry door to his apartment complex.

He loved his apartment. It was one of six in the building, so the building was more like one big frat house, but with bigger rooms and no initiation rituals. Alfred had only met a few of his neighbors within his first week of moving in, a cheerful Italian named Feliciano Vargas, and his older brother a usually grumpy Italian named Romano. The two brothers were the grandsons of the landlord (who didn't actually visit the complex often), a man named Roma Vargas. They lived separately in the two apartments on the ground floor.

Romano was, unfortunately to put it into his terms, living with a roommate who was even more cheery than his brother. Antonio Corriendo was an oblivious, but happy, Spaniard who adored tomatoes. The entire back lot to the apartment was his and Romano's tomato garden. That was quite possibly the only thing those two had in common, was their love for the red fruits. Other than that, the two never got along (Though it was mostly one-sided on Romano's part.)

The only person that irked Romano even more than Antonio was his brother's roommate and best friend, Ludwig Beldshmit. A muscular blonde German man with an affinity for rules and the only reason that anything ever got done in the complex. (Because neither of the Italian brothers were going to do it)

Alfred tried to stay as far as possible away from Romano, who was always sleeping, swearing, or eating tomatoes. But his brother Feliciano quickly became best friends with our hero, always chatting with him every time Alfred returned to the complex. That day was no different.

"Alfredddd~!" cried the excitable man as he came flying out. "Ve~! Welcome back!"

"Hey Feli! How's Ludwig?" Alfred asked as he walked up the stairs to his third floor apartment, Feliciano followed suit.

"Ve~, he had to go out for the evening and bail his brother out of jail… again." Feli sighed, his orange-brown hair bobbing up and down as he skipped up the stairs, the strange curl that was never straightened bouncing along with him.

"Again? Didn't he have to bail Gilbert out a few days ago?" Alfred recalled the German had an albino brother who was known for getting in trouble and raising hell wherever he went. On his first day in the house, Ludwig had to leave as soon as he had helped Alfred with his things to bail his brother out of jail for hitting on a cop. "What was it this time?"

"Being intoxicated in public I think. Ve~" Feliciano pondered as the two reached Alfred's door. "Where did you go today?" He asked, innocent childlike curiosity was behind the question.

"Scoping out the area for any villains. I found something interesting though, come on in." Alfred said, ushering his friend inside his apartment.

You may be wondering why Alfred told Feliciano what he was doing, when you're scoping out villains one can usually guess that you're a hero, which would ruin your secret identity, but Feliciano was an important member to Alfred's team. After all, he couldn't become a superhero all on his own; he was going to need some help. So, he had roped in Feliciano, who knew everything about everyone. (Especially who the current heroes and villains were.) Feliciano was also a clothing designer, and was helping Alfred with his costume.

The other member of their trio was a small Japanese man name Kiku Honda. Kiku and Alfred had known each other for years; they had lived in the same small town and become instant friends when Kiku moved there in their junior year of high school. When Alfred moved to the big city, he dragged Kiku with him. Kiku's parents had buckets of cash, so he bought a condo not far from Alfred's apartment on the east side of the city. He was Alfred's go to man for anything tech. He was also an inventor and was creating Alfred's "tools of the trade". As the two men stepped into the room, they found Kiku already sitting at Alfred's dining table typing away at his computer.

"Ve~! Kiku! I didn't see you come in! You must be like, a ninja or something!" Feliciano squealed and ran over to their quiet friend.

"I believe you were having your 'siesta' Feliciano-san" Kiku said making air quotes around the Italian word for Feliciano's daily nap. "Alfred-san already called me. So, what did you find that fascinated you so much?" asked Kiku, closing his laptop as the other two sat around Alfred's table.

Alfred started talking animatedly about his encounter with the "angel-thingy", including hand gestures and only the occasional breath. Once he had finished, he pulled out one of the feathers that the angel had left behind when he flew into the sky. Feliciano gaped at the delicate feather; Kiku snatched it and examined it.

"I've never seen a feather like this before… Can I take it back to my lab to examine it?"

"Feel free, man. I have two more, here Feli, I know you want one." Alfred said handing his friend another feather. He squealed with delight.

"Can I show Ludwig?" begged the bouncing Italian. Alfred looked over at Kiku, who simply rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Only if you tell him you found it in the park or something, Okay?" Feliciano nodded vigorously and stood.

"Ludwig should be home soon! I can't wait to show him! Chao you two~! I'll talk to you tomorrow Alfred~!" and with an excited wave, he bounded out of the room to go and find his stoic roommate. Alfred sighed.

"He sure is excitable, ain't he?" Kiku smiled softly.

"Well, no offence my friend, but you are not exactly a Ludwig-san in the sense of calmness." He slowly stood and smiled again at his best friend, picking up his laptop and pushing in his chair.

"I should be going as well. Pochi needs to be fed, and I want to get this feather analyzed before morning." Alfred nodded and turned to his retreating friend.

"I will call you with some more information tomorrow. Goodnight Alfred-san." Kiku bowed and Alfred nodded.

"'Night Kiku, talk to you in the morning." And with that, Alfred was left alone in his apartment once again. He sighed and lounged back in his stiff chair, looking up at his celling. After a few minutes of just staring, and on occasion holding up the last feather to the light, trying to picture the person it came from (which wasn't hard considering he remembered the person's visual appearance perfectly). Eventually, he huffed out a short sigh and decided to go to bed.

As our hero lay awake in bed, examining the feather that seemed to glow in the night, he felt the silence of his room creep in on him once again. It was times like this that he kicked himself for turning down Kiku's invitation to live with him. (Though he seemed relieved when Alfred declined.) Because the only things that scared our hero, were ghosts, and the horrible feeling he got when he was totally alone.

Me: /snaps out of it/ Whut. Oh, right. I don't own-

Alfred: This chapter's over.

Me: Oh. Realy? Well then. I wanted to get a somewhat better chapter out. And OHEY LOOKIE CRAPPY INTODUCTIONS. (=7=)~ Yes, Feli and Kiku ar Alfred's PARTNERS IN CRIME. HOSNAP. Well, this story WILL have more pairings. CAN YOU GUESS WHICH ONES?

Alfred: What's with the caps?

Me: No idea. Guess i'm excited. Big plans for this story. BIG PLANS. Anyway, thank you so much for reading my story. I would love some reviews. Seriously. I got a review and was in legit euphoria for three hours. My friends kinda stared at me.

Alfred: You heard the lady, REVIEW! THE HERO DEMANDS IT!

Me: ...Now who's using the caps?