"Papa!" This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. "Papa! Don't let him take me!" He promised. He was the hero. He could protect his own state. His own child. The situation he was in told him other wise. Alfred Jones, the U.S.A., was in a pool of blood on the floor and Russia was dragging his son away. "Alaska." America whispered as tried to stay awake. Done with Alaska's fighting, Russia snatched Alaska over his shoulder. "I'm your papa now da?" Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or images (Writers block here...but I do intend to finish this. I'm sorry)