Author's Note:

haha, what an amusing story...well this is basically what happens when you add me being sick with being home with a computer...and what do you get? craptastic fluff! yay! who doesn't love that?

Disclaimer: I don't Hetalia...sadly.

Everyone wondered. Where and when had America start calling himself a hero?

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Arthur Kirkland sat under a large oak tree while he watched his little Alfred run around the vast, abundant valley. Soon enough, Alfred had had enough running and giggling and plopped down next to Arthur.

Still panting he tugged on England's sleeve.

"Hey....whatcha readin'?" Alfred breathed out, now climbing into Arthur's lap.

"Just some fairytales. Would you like me to read to you?" Arthur asked sincerely, patting the four year-old's head.

Alfred crinkled his nose. "What's a furrytail?" he asked, playing with Arthur's cheeks.

"Stop that you silly little thing," England said, setting his book down to remove the child's hands from his cheeks. "And its not "furrytail" its fairytale. You know like Yousei-san?"

"Yeah, sure." Alfred said rolling his eyes, obviously not believing in fairies or unicorns like his adopted father. "Well could you tell me one, Papa?"

England smiled. He loved it when Alfred called him Papa. It made him feel...proud.

"Well of course, but you have to sit still." Arthur coaxed, picking his book back up from the fertile grass. He opened his book once again and began to read story after story, starting with Rapunzel and finally ending with Peter Pan.

"The End." Arthur said, closing the book gently.

"Wow! Guess you're not as boring as Brother France says after all!" Alfred said, clapping his hands together. Arthur merely flinched at the name, remembering there was a child present.

"Why yes, Alfred. Fairytales never grow boring."

"I want to be like the guy who always beats the bad guy...just like you!" the colony says, pointing at England.

"That person is called the "protagonist" or in words you can understand, the hero."

"He...ro..." Alfred whispers, testing the word.

"Hero-sa!" he yells more confidently this time, pointing his thumb at himself and his blue eyes shining with determination. England could only chuckle, ruffling the little one's hair.

"Come on, time for a nap Alfred."

"Sorry, heroes don't take naps!"

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And there you have it.

Author's Note (again):

Oh America, you're such a jerk sometimes...but yes this was fun to write...please please please review~!