Research Topic: Love

Chapter 1

Hello everyone! This is the first installment of a story I am doing with @RandomHamiltalian. We kind of based this off of a model edit by KutieKittyAnimations on Youtube. So some credit can go to her as well. 

I shall stop talking now, and begin the story. 

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Or the cover. RandomHamiltalian created it actually. 

~Cupcake

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The sky was beautiful, the reds were blending into the purples, the yellows into the oranges, and the dark blues started to show. It was truly a sight to gasp at. Alfred, a student from the Unity International University, was in his car, humming to his favorite song, which was playing on the radio. It was June 27th, University's already over for the year and Alfred was returning from dinner with a group of friends. He looked at the time. It was late, to him, it was pretty surprising.

He made it to the bridge. Unfortunately, there were many cars and a bunch of traffic up ahead. Alfred sighed, and started to wait. Traffic was normal, it was New York City after all. Suddenly honks started to ring, but it really wasn't annoying. Like mentioned, it is New York. Alfred pulled down the window to see what was going on. But it wasn't nice. What seemed to be a drunk man drove quickly through the cars, then-

*CRASH*

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*beep* *beep* *beep* 

*thud thud thud thud thud thud thud*

"Where is he?!" yelled a woman in worry. "Where is Alfred Jones?!"

"Miss, calm down," said the doctor. "Right this way."

The two walked down a short hallway and into a room. There was the American, on the bed, eyes closed, some wounds visible. Amelia immediately ran over and knelt next to Alfred. Her son, probably the last of her family, dying? It sure seemed like it's been so long since she saw her beloved son. The mother looked at her son, eyes filled with worry. She could only hope that Alfred will be okay.

"Is...is he dead?" asked Amelia, somewhat brokenly.

"Not quite." answered the doctor, he looked at the screen next to the bed.

...*beep*...*beep*...*beep*...*beep*...*beep*

Amelia panted quickly and looked back at Alfred. He can't die, he can't! He can't die now, she only just found out that her only son is dying!

"....Please....stay with me...." She mumbled under her breath. 

...*bbbbbbeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppp*

Tears started to run down Amelia's face. No...it can't be...

"Alfred!" yelled Amelia holding Alfred's hand. "Alfred, listen to me! Wake up! Please, Alfred! I can't lose you, too! Please!" she buried her face in her hands. "D-don't leave me..."

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"Robot?" the Brit, who is in London at the moment, gasped.

It seemed strange. Arthur couldn't believe this just like Amelia. Yes, he 's interested in engineering, but whoever made the robot must have a lot of experience in S.T.E.M. to create a robot mistaken as a human. How did she or he do it? How long did it take to make it? He wanted to know. He wanted to know how in the world the creator of the robot created such a thing.

"They said it was Alfred made the robot," said Amelia. "There was a miscalculation during the process of making it. They said because of that, the robot drove a car into Alfred's," she started crying. "I know it seems that it's impossible for Alfred to mess up...But...we...w-we can't change a-anything n-now."

An error happened, eh? thought Arthur. Yes, I agree that's impossible. He gripped the phone tightly, craving for more knowledge of what happened.

"But...What miscalculation?" asked Arthur. "They must know what went wrong."

"The men from the government said," she paused, trying to compose herself to speak again. "...They actually said nothing."

What? They should know, figured Arthur. They have bloody engineers examining the robot! Those engineers should be able to figure out what went wrong!

"I...I see. Thank you for telling me. I shall make arrangements to return to America.

"Yes, that will be nice Arthur. See you soon."

After the goodbyes, Arthur hung up, sinking onto his bed. The room was silent, the only sound was from his alarm clock ticking. His lover was gone.

Something didn't sit well with Arthur.

He was dead because of wrong calculations?! Alfred was always correct at his math. It was how he got into the damn government anyways! He sighed, getting up and walking towards his desk, turning on the lamp. Arthur pulled out a piece of paper, his computer, and a photo of him and Alfred when he was still living in America. Turning on his computer, Arthur started searching for information on robots. Pulling out a pencil, he started drafting out his idea.

If this works, this would be his greatest accomplishment. He drew out the parts, wrote what's going to go where, and noted all the things that Arthur needed. A lot of coding, yes, a lot of tech pieces, yes all of those he should be able to get here, but something was missing. Arthur needed some of Alfred's DNA...Aha! If they ever burned his body, there's no way his parents will burn his bones completely. That's what Arthur needed, just some small piece of bone with DNA that he can extract.

Arthur leaned into his chair and started thinking about all the possibilities. Alfred is going to come back to life.

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Well, this is it for the first chapter. We haven't discussed where any other characters will go but we will probably find a place for them. We already have Chapter 2 ready and hope to have it soon! Ciao for now~

Cupcake