Me: Ohhhhh~! So many views for only three days! ;A; I'm so happy. Thank you to the people who have watched/faved/reviewed my story. But, more notes at the end.
Alfred: ON WITH THE SHOW!
Disclaimer: No. I am not the creator of Hetalia. Contrary to popular belief.
Alfred hadn't slept well that night. Try as he would, his thoughts continued to wander, keeping him in sleep for only an hour or so at a time. When his alarm clock began buzzing, Alfred was already awake, staring at his celling with a look of annoyance, deep-set bags plastered under his blue eyes. He sighed as he, literally, rolled out of bed. Once he was lying on the floor, face in the rug that he had put next to his bed, he sighed again and rolled to look at the celling, once again. He had been doing that a lot lately. Eventually he got up slowly and trudged into his bathroom to take a shower and get ready to face the impending day.
About thirty minutes later, Alfred was showered, dressed, and ready to face the long day ahead. He carefully shut off his lights and locked the door behind him. He turned around, only to ram straight into a smaller figure.
"Ooof! 'ey! Watch where you're going you bloody git!" a very British voice complained. Alfred looked at the small man who was sprawled out on the floor. He had to practically shove his fist into his mouth to keep from dying with laughter when the man looked up. What is on his FACE? Oh my god, those eyebrows look like caterpillars. Legit caterpillars. Oh my god. Said our, clearly mature, hero in his head as he tried his hardest not to snicker.
"Need some help buddy?" Alfred asked, extending a hand, his smile extending into his eyes and every pore of his body. The man looked at Alfred with a confused expression that passed as soon as it had come. A look of displeasure replaced it.
"Yes, thank you." The Brit said, taking the hand and hoisting himself up. He dusted off his pants, adjusted his dark green sweater vest, and picked up his dropped backpack. Alfred looked at him, thinking the backpack didn't match his proper attire. "So, you must be the new neighbor. How do you do, I am Arthur Kirkland. Your neighbor." He extended a hand, which Alfred shook vigorously.
"Nice to meet you eye- Artie! I'm Alfred Jones!" the Brit rolled his eyes (which Alfred noticed were a stunning shade of emerald).
"Get it out of your system you git." Alfred nodded and shook with laughter.
"Are you quite done?" Arthur asked, quite agitated, once the two had reached the bottom floor. Alfred wiped away a tear and nodded. He adjusted the strap on his messenger bag and stood up straight.
"So, Artie-"
"Don't call me that, please." Arthur cut him off. Alfred rolled his eyes playfully.
"So, Arthur where you headed?"
"Work, I'm an editor at ALIES publishing company." Why was it that Alfred found that fitting of the Englishman? Alfred grinned.
"What books have they done?"
"…" Arthur mumbled something.
"What?" Alfred asked, straining to hear his neighbor.
"Comic books. Unfortunately." Arthur said stiffly. So much for the job fitting him perfectly. Though Alfred's face still lit up from the supreme joy he was feeling.
"COMIC BOOKS!" he screamed so loud that Romano stuck his head out of his room and swore at him. Alfred apologized to the grumpy Italian and turned to a frazzled and ticked off Arthur. He decided to whisper.
"You edit comic books? That is the most awesome thing ever!" the Brit blushed lightly and nodded curtly.
"Yes, well, where are you off to so cheerily?" he scowled trying to bat down the blush that played at his cheeks.
"Same as you, work. Only, I'm a writer for the newspaper HETALIA." Arthur ogled at his neighbor.
"Really? That doesn't seem like you at all! Want to switch?" Wow, he can actually make a joke when that stick isn't halfway up his ass. Alfred thought, snickering at the joke. "Well, I must be off. I'll see you around Alfred." The Englishman said, leaving the building with a wave and walking down the street. Alfred waved after him and jumped when Feliciano jumped on him.
"Ve~! So you met Arthur? What do you think of him?" Feliciano asked, hanging off of Alfred's back. He smiled.
"I have a feeling that he and I will be friends… well, once he learns to stop acting so wound up." Feliciano giggled and let out a "Ve~!" as he waved Alfred off to another day of work and dreaming of being a hero.
Six hours of typing and editing later, Alfred returned home to an excited Feliciano and an always calm Kiku sitting in his apartment.
"Welcome back Alfred-san. I have the results from that feather."
"Ve~! And I made pastaaaaaa!" cried Feliciano holding up a plate full of red sauce and golden pasta. Alfred drooled when the smell reached his nose.
"So, what's the verdict?" Alfred asked, still munching away at his dinner.
"Well, my scanners tell me that this feather defiantly didn't come from any known bird species." Well, duh. Alfred thought.
"But it did pick up on something… Not human… only small traces were left behind, but whatever it was that you saw, it was extremely powerful."
"So it was an angel! I knew it!" Alfred cheered, pumping a fist into the air.
"Well, we won't count that one out just yet." Kiku said smiling. Feliciano waved his hand, trying to get the other two's attention.
"Hmmm… Feliciano?" Alfred said pointing to his friend.
"Ve~! I have a surprise! I finished the costume~!" He cheered, pulling out a box. Alfred had a thousand watt grin as he opened the box.
Alfred dashed into his room and changed. When he came out, Feliciano squealed with delight and Kiku smiled. Alfred's outfit was something to behold. The shirt fit to the exact contours of his body, showing off his muscles, and had a red stripe up one arm, a white stripe up the other and was a deep blue color. The shirt went down slightly into a small V-neck with a darker blue fabric underneath. The shirt also had a hood that, when up, was white with a blue and red stripe up the spine and around to his forehead. The pants were the same color as the shirt with a red stripe and a white stripe up either side, the pants and shirt were so form-fitting that they looked to be a single suit, with the side stripes on the pants leading up to the shirt hem then continuing on the shirt up to his armpits. He had dark blue boots that hung loosely on his calves. Alfred showed off his thousand watt smile as he adjusted the aviator goggles on his blonde head, the piece of hair on his head that defied gravity bobbed slightly as he bounced up and down.
"How do I look? How do I look? How do I looooook?" he bounced, stretching out the last syllable.
"Hai un aspetto fantastic!" Feliciano cried in rapid Italian.
"Like a real hero Alfred-san." Alfred's grin got wider (If that was possible) and struck a very heroic looking pose.
"I'm one step closer you guys!"
"Well, now you're another step closer. Here is your first batch of weapons Alfred-san, tested and ready for combat." Kiku said, handed our hero two crossing belts, loaded down with weapons. Alfred felt like he was going to cry.
"You two are the greatest friends anyone could ask for!" he put on the belts, tears playing at the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away as Kiku explained his creations.
"Finally," Kiku said, after explaining a multitude of weapons and other things to fight off criminals, "Here's that 'signature weapon' that you wanted so badly." Kiku handed him a small cylinder that was no longer than Alfred's hand.
"Shake it forward and backwards once." Alfred did so, the small cylinder extending at both ends.
"So. Awesome." Alfred's insides almost exploded with excitement. For the first time, Alfred F. Jones, had become the hero he always knew he was going to be. And nothing was going to stop him now.
But, life had other plans.
Hai un aspetto fantastic= You look fantastic (GOOGLE TRANSLATOR, WHERE WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOUR PROBABLY FAIL TRANSLATIONS? THATS RIGHT. TRYING TO ACTUALY LEARN ITALIAN.)
Me: Ohohoho~! Yes. I did just make three chapters in three days. I'M SO COOL. /bricked/ Ow. Anyway, my friend and i watched as this story, this meesly two chapter, not all that fabulous, story reached, Over. Three. Hundred. Freaking. Views. What the hell. THAT'S OVER A HUNDRED VIEWS A DAY. HOLY CRAP. ;A; I-I don't know what to say! I looked at the hits compared to the views. AND SO MANY PEOPLE LOOKED AT THIS STORY MULTIPLE TIMES? I was on the verge of tears. ;A; I love you people. I realy do. I just hope that I am pleasing you with my story so far. Cause I aim to please!
Alfred: I looked so cool in this chapter.
Me: I hope you like that outfit. IT WAS SO HARD TO DISGRIBE HOMYGAWD. Drawing is so much easier. And I'm sorry if Kiku seems OOC. I just can't relate with him very well, that's why Alfred is my co-host here in the author's notes.
Alfred: Awww. I feel so special.
Me: You should. Anyway, thank you for reading my story. Please review, even if it's constructive. I need the motivation cause even though I'm dealing out these chapters daily, that probably won't last all that long (I loose motivation real fast) so I need people to whip me into shape so I can bust this story out. Chapter. By. Chapter. Thanks again!
Alfred: See you in the next exciting instalment of HEROES VILLAINS AND EVERYTHING IMBETWEEN!
Me: Later!