The Returned (APH/Hetalia)

Chapter 1

Alfred's POV:

"Boys! Wake up! You are going on a field trip with your class remember! You can't be late!" I was awoken by the sound of my dad's voice finding it's way through the house to my room. Honestly, I really didn't want to go. I just wanted to stay. Stupid school, stupid trip. I didn't want to go...

As I laid in my bed I kept considering if I should get out of bed or not. Glancing out the window occasionally as if I would be able to find some sort of inspiration for a genius idea.

Suddenly it hit me; what if I pretended that I was sick? Then I probably didn't have to go. Yes! That's a great idea! Sometimes I surprise myself with how incredibly smart I am. So, I decided to stay in bed and pretend to be sick. For proof, I buried myself underneath my warm comforter to heat myself up to a level, so that it would seem like I was actually sick.

After a short while, I heard a knock on the door. I responded with a weak 'come in' followed by a cough. My dad entered the room and looked at me with a confused, yet worried look on his face. I looked up at him with tired eyes, but kept the rest of my face and body hidden. I had managed to raise my body-temperature enough for it to seem believable.

"What's wrong, Alfred? Why haven't you come down yet?" He asked with a questioning look on his face. He walked over to sit on my bed and placed his hand on my head.

"Bloody hell lad. You're sick. What a bummer. That means you can't go on the school trip." He sighed and continued. "Well, we can't have you getting more sick and miserable than you already are. I guess I have to call your teacher and tell her that you won't be able to come. Get some rest, I'll make you a cup of tea and get the thermometer for you, I'll be right back."

He stood up and walked out of the door. I smirked as he closed the door behind him. I can't believe it actually worked! Fantastic! Why haven't I thought of this before?! This is great! Now I just have to heat up the thermometer, when he comes back. Maybe I can dip it in the tea, like they do in the movies. Yeah, that sounds good.

He came back with both the thermometer and a cup of tea. I had of course stayed buried underneath my comforter the entire time to keep the high temperature. He placed the cup on my bedside table and gave me the thermometer.

"You put that in your mouth and wait for it to make a small 'beep' sound, if I haven't come back at that time, just place it on the table and wait for me to come back." He sighed and left to tell the rest of my family, who were patiently waiting downstairs.

I grinned, stuck the thermometer in the tea, and waited for the beep. After a while with silence and waiting for the sound, I could hear footsteps further down the hall. I panicked slightly, but before anyone entered my room, the beep could be heard and I quickly shoved it in my mouth to pretend I had been having it in my mouth the entire time.

My dad opened the door again and came in with a neutral face expression. He walked over to me, took out the thermometer and studied it.

He let out an exhausted sigh and told me: "Well, it appears that you have a fever. Too bad, I guess you have to stay home then."

I was celebrating my success inside my head, but never changed my expression. He got up, looked at me for a moment and then left the room. I then relaxed completely and began enjoying the moment. I couldn't enjoy it for very long, before another pair of footsteps approached my room, but this time the steps were lighter. I knew who was coming, and I relaxed again.

I heard a few knocks on the door and responded again with a weak 'come in' followed by a cough. The door was opened very slowly, but I didn't expect to see what I was about to see. I looked at the figure standing in the door. It took me a while to take it all in. It was a strange, yet terrifying sight. All I could do was look at him in horror. I couldn't speak, my mouth got really dry and my heart began racing. Tears formed in my eyes as memories began flowing back to me. Right in front of me was a person covered in blood and bruises, with a visible hole in his head; you could literally see the skull. Deep, open bruises and broken bones could be seen all over him. It was horrific. In front of me stood a person whom I had known for my whole life, yet never appreciated as much as I should have. In front of me stood my own twin brother, Matthew.

Then it all went black for a second after that and I woke up sweating and panting. I quickly sat up and tried to calm myself down. Tears were streaming down my face as I was reminded about the accident that killed my brother and my friends. I could feel a lump in my throat as I tried to catch my breath.

The lights in the hallway were turned on and I could hear footsteps approaching my room. The door to my room was suddenly opened by my dad who looked extremely worried. He walked over to me slowly and sat on the bed.

He looked at me with a sad expression before asking: "Was it the same nightmare again?"

I didn't respond so he probably assumed it was. He sighed and looked away for a while. When he looked back up he could see that I was still crying so he scooted closer and wiped away some of my tears and pulled me into a tight hug.

"I know you miss him Alfred, so do I, but what's done is done. I'm sorry, but, as much as I wish we could, none of us can change that." He whispered carefully. "It's been six years, Alfred. Six years. Try to forget it, not him, not your time together, but just the fact that he is no longer here. Try to ignore it and move on. I know you can. Now, try to get some sleep, okay?"

  He then broke the hug and stood up. Before he left, he placed a small kiss on top of my head and left without saying another word. I laid back down and stared into the ceiling for a while before drifting off.

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A/N: There! First chapter! Hope you like it! Please tell me if I need to improve anything! I will do my best! Anyway, thank you for reading! Bye!