Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated but SSAT's a school have prevented me from doing so. Plus, my first story kind of sucked... Hehe. Anywho, on to the story!

Summary: Alfred had always been smart and lonely. He'd been self-destructing on the inside, not that anyone noticed, or cared for that matter. Then, when Alfred finally looses hope and ends his life with a shot to the head, Arthur (Britain) attempts to bring him back to life with human Alchemy, mixing universes and completing a long forgotten prophesy; One that could save or destroy the world as we now know it.

Disclaimer: Yes! Hetalia AND Fullmetal Alchemist belong to me, Infact, all of Japan secretly belongs to me! *crosses arms* "Buahahahaha" (Bleach reference) Nein, unfortunatly Hetalia, FMA, and Japan (sorry Kiks) don't belong to me. Mein gott! If they did then that would be epic! Yeah... Now, gather round, it's story time!

Prologue, Time is Eternally Frozen

America, what happened to you?

When did you stop smiling?

When did you stop laughing?

When did you stop being mine?

If only I knew what would have happened, then-then I would have changed it! If only I knew how much you were suffering on the inside, how much you needed me. Then things would be different, just you and me, together again, like it should be.

I laughed, dry and bitter, shriveled like my heart, the irony of the world. Why do little insignificant details change ones fate so drastically? Events like those should come with a flashing warning sign; "Caution! Your life may end here!"

Only after the deed is done and you're floating in a haze, dead and warm, thick like blood, is when you realize you did something wrong and the guilt weighs down your heart.

I made a mistake, a horrible mistake. America, you were the result of that mistake. You should never have left my hands!

*flashback*

Today was fun. Far more fun than I would have expected! America and I played hide and go seek, fed the horses, and wrestled. The day went by far to fast. I'm tired now and am sleeping with America (I need to get up early to finish my paperwork). I wish he would stay my younger brother forever...

*End Flashback*

If you had stayed within my grasp then I would have protected you, kept your angelic innocence from turning demonic, your sky blue eyes from clouding with distrust, your beautiful face from reflecting self-loathing. If you had stayed with me I would have never needed to worry.

I love you America.

Please come back to me.

I miss you.

But of course, that's not the way you are, huh, Alfred. You aren't one to just stay cooped up, locked in a cage like a wing-clipped bird. No, you are one to soar the air, thriving, vibrant, and free. Perhaps that's the difference between America and Alfred. Their longing to be free. America wanted to stay with me, stay with the shelter, the money. But Alfred, Alfred the human, wanted to run high tail out of my place. To the freedom of the open skies.

But, what would have happened if America didn't exist? If the Revolution wasn't a failure?

WW2 would never had happened.

Japan wouldn't have been bombed.

There would have been no recession.

...

Communism would have taken over the world.

Diseases would have no cures.

We would be in major poverty.

But, is that better than what really happened? Is it better than 9/11? Is it better than Hitler? Is it better than Japan than the recession thantheGreatDepressionthantheWarthanTearsthanBlood than, than, than my heart being broken?

Time will reveal no answers, because History can never re-write itself. But, I don't want to stop the revolution from happening, I just want to bring back America...

When we heard the news, it was Canada who told us. Canada, America's younger brother.

America's look alike, same hair, if only a little bit wavy. Same eyes, if you ignore the purple hue in them. Same glasses, just a bit rounder, but nothing that a little squinting can't fix.

But his voice! His disgustingly sweet, soft, so not Alfred voice grated on my ears. I wish that Matthew could have replaced my beautiful little angel Alfred. But alas, those were just dreams. For my Al would never speak so quietly, act so shy, or apologize for things that he had done wrong.

Matthew is no Alfred.

When Canada, not Matthew stepped to the podium, we all stared. Half of us had never seem him before, due to his ghost-like persona. But now, with a look of fury on his bespectacled face, he openly spoke of Alfred's story.

He spoke of sadness; Of how Alfred hated himself, his weakness, his poverty, his weight.

He spoke of betrayal; Of how Alfred fell into paranoia after he was betrayed in 9/11.

He spoke of refusal; Of how Alfred wouldn't eat unless someone was staring him straight in the face. And when he did eat, he would just throw it up.

He spoke of friendship; Of how Alfred's last words were; "Protect
Artie, protect yourself, protect everyone. Be their hero when I couldn't. Protect them."

He spoke of the end; Of How Alfred lay dead on July 4th, 2:10 Pm after a shot to the head killed him.

Italy cried.

Japan hung his head silently.

Germany comforted the sobbing Italy while silently mourning.

Russia stopped smiling, if only for a moment.

Prussia frowned, knowing that they had lost a great country.

France sobbed as well.

Canada held firm, but you could clearly see the quiver of his chest as he refrained from crying.

And I, I made a pact. A pact that I would bring him back to the dead no-matter what. God be dammed, Satan be dammed, all morals be dammed! I will bring back America even if he hates me for it! I will bring him back if only to hear him laugh, see him smile, feel his arms around me while he clings, trying to ward off the ghosts that are projected on his TV.

I will bring back America. That's a promise.

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