Good day readers! I have another fic for yoooou~ This would be my second fanfic, but first for this pairing, so I hope it turns out to be good :D Um, I'm not actually sure if I will actually continue this. I might if I get positive feedback, otherwise, I will most likely drop it ^^ What else...Or yes, I should inform you of my crazy updating. Sometimes I update everyday and other times I update weekly. Just depends. Now, I better stop talking and let you read~

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia~ But that sure would be awesome-sauce if I did :D

It was a normal day for Alfred, or otherwise known as America. He had woken up, taken a shower, ate at the best fast food restaurant ever made, and now sat in the usual boring meeting with all the other nations of the world. But, he had this clenching feeling in his stomach. He knew he didn't eat to much, cause he was basically a bottomless pit. He just felt...Uneasy, like he knew something was going to happen at any moment. He just didn't know when.

Trying to ignore the uneasy feeling, he looked ahead and tapped his pen on the table. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Arthur glaring at him for tapping his pen, but he ignored that and continued. He always found it entertaining to annoy the British-man because of his reactions and outbursts. It was almost hard to believe he was the same man who raised him. He used to be so gentle and soothing. Not that he didn't mind the Arthur now, he also missed the old one to.

Wait, he was suppose to be paying attention to Germany. Ugh...So boring.

"Stop that infuriating tapping this instant, you twit!" England whispered angerly into his ear. America looked at him and smirked, still continuing to tap the pen until England ripped it out of his hand. Alfred pouted for a minute, sad that he lost his only form of entertainment. That is, until he pulled another pen out of this pocket. He smiled evily at England, turning his back to the English man and started clicking it.

He could feel Arthur glaring daggers into his back, and it made him smile. He made eye contact with Germany and earned a glare from the German. He smiled slyly and doodle on the paper.

"Well, I think it would be wise to take a 30 minute break to refresh ourselves and refocus on the topic." Ludwig gave a half-hearted glare at Alfred before he officially dismissed the nations. Alfred jumped up in joy and stretched.

"Aaaaaaartiee! I'm hungry! Come eat with me!" Alfred exclaimed, latching onto his former caretakers arm.

"It's Arthur, you wanker! And no, I will not watch as you shove that poor excuse for food into your mouth. It's utterly disgusting." He pushed Alfred off him and stood up from his seat. He wanted to go the little tea shop down the road and enjoy the peace and quite, but obviously, he wouldn't be able to do that.

"Aww don't diss Micky D's! The food is the bomb! Pleeeeeaaaaaseee! I hardly see you!" Alfred begged. Arthur looked at him for a moment, breaking down under the lost puppy look he was giving him.

"Ugh, fine! But I refuse to eat any of that food." Alfred whoop'ed in joy and practically dragged the English-man out of the building. As soon as he stepped outside though, that uneasy feeling returned, ten-fold. He stopped in the middle of the side walk and looked around. Why was he feeling like this?

"Alfred? Are you alright?" Britain asked worridly, when the American suddenly stopped.

"H-huh? Oh! Yeah dude, 'm fine!" He smiled. He turned back to the road, waiting at the cross walk. That's when he saw it. A little girl, walking across the street, probably trying to catch up with her mother, as a truck came speeding towards her. Everything seemed to slow down, and Alfred reacted almost instantly. He let go of Arthurs arm and dashed forward, barely aware of England yelling his name.

He pushed past the people and dashed to the girl. From the corner of his eye he could see the truck, and hear the screech of tires as it tried to stop. Reaching the girl, he shoved her out of the way, and not even a split second later, felt the impact of the truck. He felt his body get flung back like a rag doll and finally land on the asphalt, his head hitting the ground with a smack.

Faintly, he heard from the pedestrians and yelling of his name from familiar voices. He wanted to get up and assure them that he was okay, but when he tried to move, a sharp pain would travel through his body. He whimpered slightly, and coughed up some blood.

A shadow passed over his face, and tried hard to focus on it put couldn't quite do it. His glasses was probably shattered somewhere and his head hurt to much to see straight.

"-fred!" The voice yelled, though it sounded like a far away voice. Unable to to keep his eye lids open, he fell into the blissful oblivion.

"Alfred? Are you alright?" Arthur asked. One second he was being dragged, the next he smack into Alfred. He looked up at him confused.

"H-huh? Oh! Yeah dude! 'M fine!" Alfred answered uneasily. Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly. He was going to correct the Americans English but didn't when he noticed the look in Alfred's eyes. Suddenly, the American let go of his hand and dashed forward through the crowd of people.

"Alfred!" England yelled. That's when he heard it. The screeching of tires, ad honking of a car horn. His heart raised and he ran through the people. That's when it happened. He pushed through the crowd of people just in time to see the impact of the truck to Alfred. The force of the impact caused America to fling back and onto the pavement of the road. A loud smack echoed through the intersection of the busy city. After the half second of the eerie silence, everyone started screaming.

"ALFRED!" Arthur screamed rushing forward in a panic. Once he reached his beloved American, he gently grabbed his shoulders, while yelling at people to call an ambulance.

"Oh god, oh God! Alfred! Alfred! Can you hear me? Alfred!" Dull sky blue eyes looked up to meet his emerald green. Slowly, the eye lids closed and Alfred fell limp his arms. Arthur scream for him to wake up, to not leave him, but it seemed useless. He barely noticed the other nations around him, that were trying to help.

In the distance, he heard the siren of the ambulance, but he didn't let go of Alfred. Even as the medical group got there and strapped the American on the stretcher, he kept a hold of the limp hand, tears still streaming down his face. He wasn't going to leave his little brother. He didn't care if anybody tried to stop him. Alfred still held a special spot in his heart.

"Don't leave me..." England whispered.

A/N: Wah! D': Poor Arthur and Alfred! But of course Alfred had to be the hero :) Anyways, how did ya like it? I try to be original when I write but if it seems similar to another story, then I'm so sorry! )':

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