"Oh, Alfred..." I say quietly to myself as I look at the yellowing photo, running a finger across the paper carefully so as not to cause any further damage... --------------------------------- July 4th, 1777, many, many years before the events of Hetalia. Arthur decided to flick through his old photo album that he had accidentally found under his bed, only to be forced to relive a memory from last year that would cause Arthur to wish he had been a better father, even though Arthur was still in his teens and was irresponsible... ⚠️Content warning!⚠️ This story will contain mentions of neglectful behaviours, alcoholism and harming oneself. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please do not read this story.