Me: LOOITTHAT. I went a whole day without posting... I felt so empty that day.

Alfred: There, there. Can we get on with the show and you can rant later?

Me: Sure.

Disclaimer: ...Realy? No, I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters. They own me. (/O7O)/ -glomps Alfred-

It was several weeks until Alfred met the "angel-thingy" again. And not a day went by in-between the meetings that he didn't think about him. When he did finally see him again, Alfred wasn't about to let it leave before he knew exactly what it was. That is how the Justicebinger ended up perched on the roof of an abandoned flat-top apartment building (a rule had clearly been set down by Roma that the roof to the complex was off-limits), watching with one of Kiku's High-Tec binoculars, watching for the winged figure once again.

He had been doing this ever since he had gotten the costume. (Along with saving the day, of course. What kind of hero would he be if he didn't save the day?)

Justice had almost given up hope, which was very un-heroic, but what could he do?

"I just wish that that Angel-thingy would show up! I'm getting tired of waiting!" Our hero whined (heroically!) and set down the binoculars to stare up at the black sky. A sense of longing washed over him. He missed his small farm on the outskirts of his small town, where you could see every star dancing overhead every night. He missed spending the days riding his horse and building his strength by working on the farm. He missed spending his nights watching the stars and talking about astronomy with his twin brother Matthew. But he missed Matthew most of all.

Here in the city there was nothing familiar, nothing comforting. Not even the stars. Those had been replaced with smog and airplanes. Matthew had encouraged his brother to go and follow his dream, but not without some regret that Alfred saw, if only for a moment, flash across his brother's violet eyes as the two parted ways. Alfred had not spoken to his brother since he had arrived in the city.

Justice sighed and picked up the binoculars once again. He wouldn't give in just yet! However, the same could not be said for the roof. A loud crack made our hero jump to attention and gape at the area below his feet. He noticed the horrible crack along the middle of the roof and could feel the almost destroyed support beams. His eyes grew to the size of baseballs as he felt the sagging roof begin to cave in under him.

Thinking quickly, our hero gulped and tried to find a way off of the roof. He couldn't very well go back inside, for one thing it was even more dangerous inside from years of neglect and un-use, and for another thing, the roof would just crush him when it fell in. This would be momentarily. Thinking quickly, Justice looked over the side of the building, thankfully there was a ledge, albeit a small one, but a ledge none the less.

Justice quickly leapt over the side of the building, clinging to the ledge for dear life, as he heard the thunderous crack of splintering wood and destroyed floors and ceilings. Justice opened his eyes and pulled up slightly to see the damage. Almost the entire roof had given in, and he couldn't exit the way he had entered. He let himself dangle from the small ledge that couldn't exactly fit him. He mentally kicked himself for deciding to A: go to the almost abandoned part of town to look for the Angel and B: forgetting his cell phone… Again.

So…This is how I'm going to die. Not. Awesome. I've barely even done anything yet! Stupid building. Who lets a building get into such disrepair anyway? Our hero asked himself as he hung from the side of the stupid building, his fingers straining to cling to the ledge.

"This is all that Angel-thingy's fault! If it had just showed up earlier, I wouldn't be here!" Justice cried.

"Well, it's your fault for stalking me. God." Justice's eyes widened as he looked up. Standing on an un-collapsed piece of roof was none other than the angel, wings glowing in the night, hood drawn over its eyes. The same scowl from before plastered on the visible parts of its face. It leaned over on its knee to talk to our dangling hero. Justice was brimming with joy.

"Angel-thingy! Took you long enough! So, can I get a little help?" The figure let out an exasperated sigh and held out its hand, almost as if to tell Justice to stop.

Stop what? Currently I'm not really- but his thought was stopped short when he felt something solid under his feet. He looked down to see a square tile-like object. Justice tapped his foot; the tile had a faint blue glow to it that brightened where his feet touched. He looked back to see several more tiles that led down to the street. Justice gawked, but stepped down the magic stairs (With a little persuasion from the Angel.)

Once he was safely on the ground, Justice hit his knees and released his pent-up anxiety with a relieved breath. The angel glided down and landed on a near-by light-post.

"So. Who are you?" Justice was surprised when it wasn't him who asked the question.

"Eh?"

"I asked you your name. I'm sure you can tell me that much, Mr. Stalker." The angel explained, making himself comfortable on his light post. Justice glared.

"I am not a stalker! I'm a hero! The name's Justicebringer. I just got curious, 'cause I saw you before. So, who are you, Mr. Angel-thingy?" Asked Justice, standing beneath the light post. The figure jumped down, its hood never moving out of place. It had a frown dancing at the corners of his lips.

"… Call me Guardian. You don't look much like a hero. And I know every hero in this city. I've never seen you before."

"Well, I'm a… amateur hero… I guess. I've only been on the job for a few weeks." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. He smirked, "So, Guardian, are you a good guy? Or do I have an enemy on my hands?"

"… I like to think of myself as neutral. I go where I'm needed. And fight for who I think is right in the fight at hand. So, it depends on the day, whether I'm your enemy or not." Justice stared at Guardian, a neutral hero? Could such a thing exist? The angel tucked in its wings and leaned against the light post.

"You sure do talk a lot for someone who just almost died."

"Well, nothing scares me, because I'm the hero!" Which was a lie, obviously, he was terrified of ghosts. Guardian sighed, uncrossing his arms and mumbling something under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll be leaving now. Hopefully I don't see you again too soon Justice… "Guardian was ready to take off when Justice grabbed him.

"Wait!"

"Oh, what now?" He asked exasperated, trying to shove our hero off of him.

"What are you?" he asked, gripping Guardian's wrist tightly, a serious expression on his face. The angel smirked.

"Well, I'm far from being an angel." The smirk disappeared a sense of sadness creeping into his tone. "These wings are stained with too much blood… And heaven doesn't accept bloody angels." And with that, Guardian flew off, leaving Justice once again confused, and alone.

The next morning, Alfred awoke to a short shout coming from Arthur's apartment. He groggily sat up and rubbed his half lidded eyes. He reached for his glasses, putting them on upsidedown at first, then correcting his mistake. He pressed his ear against the wall behind his bed, trying to hear his neighbor on the other side.

"Damn… Hurt… Mark…." He could only make out a few words in his sleepy state. But something had hurt and was either going to leave a mark or was going to mark something. Alfred got up, dressed, and decided to go and check on his British neighbor. After all, he was a hero… and he hadn't seen Arthur in a few days and was missing his British lingo… Not that he would tell him that…

Alfred knocked on Arthur's door, several times.

"H-Hold on one bloody second!" Alfred continued to knock, ignoring the reddening of his hand. Now he was just trying to annoy the Brit. The door flew open to reveal a flustered Brit. Alfred grinned.

"Hey Artie~!" Arthur frowned.

"Oh, it's you. Well, come in." he said ushering in our hero who gladly trotted in. Noticing the bandage wrapped around his neighbor's hand.

"So, what happened to your hand?" he asked casually, lounging on one of Arthur's kitchen chairs, hiding the curiosity that was one of the reasons he came over.

"W-well, I uh… burned it on my teapot…." He responded sheepishly, rubbing his bandaged hand. Alfred rolled his eyes.

"What a… British thing to do." Arthur glared.

"Hey! Just because I was a little clumsy, does not mean that-"

"I meant the tea. Gosh, a little wound up, aren't we?" Alfred snickered at the fuming Englishman.

"Just because you do not enjoy the beverage, by no means gives you the right to make fun of me for it you wanker." Alfred giggled in his head at the British terms.

Alfred knew Arthur hated to admit it, but over the few weeks that Alfred had been there, the two had become friends, in some way or another. The kind of friends that argued more often than not and very rarely saw eye-to-eye. But, Alfred enjoyed the man's company and though he hated to admit it, Arthur had begun to warm up to his very American neighbor.

"I'm guessing you want that blasted American drink." Arthur said, referring to coffee.

"You know me so well Artie~!" Alfred crooned, winking at his friend. Arthur let out a "Tisk", turning to his neglected coffeepot. Alfred had just caught the blush that crept onto his friend's face. He smirked and giggled silently to himself. He loved messing with the little Brit.

Me: FAIL CHAPTER IS FAILTASTIC. Ugh. This chapter was seriously like pulling teeth. AND I WAS SO EXCITED ABOUT THAT SCENE WITH THE ROOF. I'msuchafail.

Alfred: Well, atleast we got to see some more of Artie~!

Me: Yea. Okay, seriously, I'M SO HAPPY. Over six hundred viewwwssss~! No idea weather that's good or not, but it makes me happy that people are reading. Oh and thank you to the lovley people who reviewed/faved/watched my story. YOUALLGETVIRTUALCAKE. Ugh, sorry for the fail chapter. /sobs/ I wanted it to be epic, i need to fine-tune my descriptive skills. /headdesk/ I know where I want this story to go, now to just plan the route. ANYONE FOR A ROAD TRIP? /bricked/ Anyway, Thanks again. Reviews make me happy and they make me want to write more chapters. (Now that I have more time I can WHIP THESE CHAPTERS OUT... Or eat hamburgers... either or)

Alfred: I vote the later.

Me: Of corse you do. See you next time!

COMING IN THE NEXT INSTALMENT: MORE of Kiku, Feliciano, and other supporting characters, MORE Justice and Guardian interaction, HOPEFULLY longer chapters (If that's what people want), LESS crappy descriptions (hopefully), and, of corse, MORE ALFRED BEING ALFRED.