Hey everyone I'm back with a new chapter.

I have to say I'm really proud with how this chapter turned out.

The flashback for those who don't know a lot of American History. Is based on the Boston Massacre. British soldiers and American colonists fought. It isn't clear on who threw the first punch but I chose to use the American p.o.v. where a British soldier struck a teen.

Thank you Stargirl247 for the Awesome review. When I read it I couldn't stop smiling and It encouraged me to write even better then I did before.

This chapter is here By Dedicated to Stargirl247

Yeah I'm not going to do the disclaimer every time because if I did own Hetalia then I wouldn't be posting stories on here.

Thanks to Sowelo for being my editor! This wouldnt be posted on here with out your help!

I saw several things simultaneously. Unlike in movies this didn't happen in slow motion with some cliché explosion like in a Michael Bay movie. Thanks to adrenaline my mind captured exactly what happened.

My head slammed harshly against the burning black road. Blood seeped through my hair and clouded my eye that was on the ground; though my other eye saw everything else.

Tyson was a good twenty feet away, stuck behind a herd of tourists who watched wide eyed as I fell to the road. More importantly I saw the driver of the bus panic and slam hard on the brakes, the tires locked and the brakes screeched. The giant wheels were whirling directly to me.

Suddenly, my body was jerked back to the sidewalk. My head spun at the sudden movement. I felt two warm arms encircle me, the bus went roaring by the wind it had created, blew on my head wound though something else came up.

The scent of earl gray tea, belonging to whoever was holding me, engulfed my senses. Normally I hate tea, only drinking iced sweet tea, though for some reason this smell calmed my erratically pounding heartbeat. My breathing slowed immensely.

"..c..he...e?"

"Alexa!" I could hear Tyson's voice screaming. My vision was getting very blurry. The arms around me shifted, laying me flat on my back.

"Can..."

I could hear sirens coming closer though my hearing seemed to be muffled. Then, where was the new voice coming from?

A pair of soft yet calloused hands slightly held both of my cheeks. My eyes were drifting to a close. The last thing I saw was a pair of emerald green eyes, threatening to spill with tears.

"Can you hear me?"

"Hey let me through! Move it!" Shouts rose through the bitter winter air. Fires from nearby lampposts gave the enraged onlookers a fierce aura.

"You bastards! Why would you hit a boy like that!"

"With the base of a gun none the less!"

The masses had surrounded a much smaller group of men. Many of the smaller group had their hands edging towards their bayonets.

The large crowd was so enraged the heated glares could have melted the snow on the ground.

"Arthur!" A man around the age of 23 could be seen brushing off ice from his clothes. A small gash on his cheek, no doubt from a concealed rock hidden in the snowball that had earlier hit him. No one noticed the conversation between the man and the other.

The man was blond with green eyes and very thick eyebrows. He was dressed very prestigiously in a a once clean and dry suit.

"What have you done?" The blond man blanched with a hurt expression that changed to one of livid furiousity.

"What have I done!?" He snapped. "If it weren't for your hotheaded citizens none of this would have happened!"

Another barrage of snowballs, rocks and ice chunks came flying, another of which, struck eyebrows in the temple. He gripped the area his face and eyes glowing with growing malice.

"Why don't you shoot you limey bastard!" A fisherman pushed past now yelling directly in eyebrows face. "You pompous pansies have already taken my boat, take my life why don't ya! Coward!"

"Yes that will solve everything wouldn't it." Green eyes now glowed in exasperation, animosity, and rage.

No..please..

Everything slowed down at that moment. A cry from the other end of the mob went out as a soldier collapsed gripping his head as blood spurted out, coloring the white snow red. The green eyed man raised his musket pointing it directly at the mans face.

Please.. stop...

"Just leave us alone!" An arm pushed the fisherman away so the original speaker could face the British man.

"Dammit fire!"

"No!" My eyes opened wildly, I winced at the sudden bright light. My hands were all twisted together with clear tubes a distinct beeping gave me the leisure of knowing I was still alive. The window to the left had the blinds open so I could see it was night time. When I didn't know, for all I knew I could have been out for days, maybe weeks.

"Alexa," familiar hands gripped mine.

"Tyson?" I looked over to the righ. Tyson's relieved expression shone brighter than the sun.

"Oh thank god you're awake," he groaned in exhaustion.

"How long have I been out?" I asked. I struggle enough with school as it is I can't afford to miss a lot.

"A few hours," Tyson explained. "You hit your head pretty hard. The paramedics came quickly you had a concussion but there was so much blood they were afraid you split your head open," he traced a tender spot on my forehead, I winced from the slight contact. "You had to get a couple stitches,"

"Crap what about my dad?" I suddenly realized. "We have trouble getting by already. How are we going to afford this!" I started fretting thinking about my dad probably worrying his ass off back home.

"The bill has already been paid for actually,"

That voice...

My heart started thumping like a war drum, my eyes widen to the max as I looked frantically at the doorway.

Blond hair...

Emerald green eyes...

Those absurd eyebrows...

"YOU!" I screeched cringing and backing further away on the bed, the wires tugging tightly. I could feel my heart beating in my head, like any second it could pop.

"Wa-wait please let me explain," he stuttered in surprise a look of hurt flashing in his eyes.

Those same green eyes flashed in irate anger burning like a green flame.

"Hell like you're getting close to her!" Tyson shouted, his voice booming in the small room the glass shaking ever so slightly. "Your the one who pushed her and got her landed here!" Tyson was face to face with the man. His face was sweaty his face burning from anger. Tyson towered over him, pure malice evident in his words.

My heart was beating a mile a minute the beeping of the heart monitor springing dangerously.

"It was an accid-" Tyson didn't let him finish.

"I don't care, you bastard!" Tyson roared pushing the man in the shoulder. "You stay away from her," he growled like a feral animal. I could here nurses running probably heard the quarrel between them.

"Its not your decision, is it?" The man all but screamed. He turned towards me taking a step forward, I flinched backward tears flowing in a rIver down my face.

He looked at me with eyes that held, not the malice from that hallucination, but of general worry and maybe the slightest bit of hope.

"Please do you-" he reached a hand out towards me.

"Dammit fire!"

"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" My voice echoed through the whole floor of the hospital, the man drew back as if shot himself.

"Is there a problem here?" Security guards stood at the door, Tyson's mother stood behind them with a extremely worried expression.

"No he was just leaving," Tyson snarled gripping the man by his shoulder almost tossing him out the door. The man shoved Tyson's hand off his shoulder and straightened his clothes. Casting a broken glance back at me he left the room followed by the security guards.

"Bastard," Tyson growled as he watched the man disappear down the hall.

"Alexa," Tyson's mom, Galleria, fussed over me quickly rubbing my head as my heart rate slowly went back to normal. She wiped my tear stained face with her handkerchief. "I'm so glad you're alright," she hugged me though I didn't really feel it. My body was still coming down from the adrenaline rush.

"Your father is waiting at home for you. He was so worried he almost came here himself though I convinced him to stay put," she explained. I blocked out the rest of what she said as I settled back down on the bed.

After a few minutes Galleria left to sign my release papers and Ty sat back down in his chair. I don't remember much of what happened after that probably because I dozed off again and Tyson had to carry me down to the taxi and back to my house into my room.

Though as I slept I couldn't get that man's face out of my mind. He seemed so familiar, though with Hus accent I could tell he wasn't from around here, Britain I think. Though that still didn't explain about the dream I had.

Why was he, eyebrows, of all people in it?

Why would it be that time period?

Most importantly, who was that voice I heard?

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