Okay. So. Uhhhh. Yeaaaaa... I'm new to this whole thing, so don't kill me slowly with various weapons (knives, poisons, pictures of bad eighties year-book photos exc.) I tried as hard as I could to make the first chapter of my first story TOTALY BLOW YOUR MINDS... Two days and only 600 or so words later, THIS is what I have. -_-' I'm so sorry. I hope you like it at least a little bit... /runs away/

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia... It would probably not be anywhere NEAR as epic. Only the idea for the story belongs to me. m-_-m Thank you.

Alfred F. Jones always knew he was going to be a hero. Saving damsels in distress, protecting innocent civilians, and most of all, thwarting evil villains! And now that he had moved from his small town to the big city of Lindinton, he was one step closer to achieving his dream of being not just a hero, but a superhero. After all, Lindinton had been the original headquarters to so many of the greatest superheroes in the world! This was the perfect place to make his big hero's debut.

Alfred already had everything planned out. Step one: Build up his secret identity as a writer for the local newspaper. (He had perfected his writing skills and gotten a job specifically for this step.) Step two: Build up his "superhero" image as, The Justicebinger! (He had even designed his costume.) Finally, step three: Gain recognition, become beloved by the people of the city, and win over his crush by defeating his arch-enemy (He may not show it, but Alfred was a sucker for sappy, feel-good endings.)

But, every story has some… bumps. The road to "happy endings" never was a smooth ride; it had potholes and speed bumps galore. Our hero's story was no different.

Alfred's story actually starts on a gloomy evening not long after Alfred's arrival in the city. It was, "A perfect night for villains" as Alfred would say, and he was going to scope out the city. He hurried along the dimly lit streets, not really paying attention at that moment, when something came flying in front of him, going into the alleyway that he was passing. He froze and turned slightly. There, fumbling out of a heap of trash was a person, they seemed to be about two or three inches shorter than our hero, dressed in a hooded cloak with the hood pulled over his head, causing only his nose and mouth to be seen. But that's not what he noticed.

Draped haphazardly around the figure were wings, so white that they were easily noticed in the dim lighting of the gloomy night. The hooded person shook their wings and shot off out of the alleyway a deadly smirk on their lips. Alfred was taken aback when the angel-like being flew into the sky, only to turn back to Alfred (who was the only person on that street at the time), frown and fly off towards the west. Alfred stared after the angel, eyes the size of watermelons. He decided to follow the "Angel-thingy" as he deemed the mysterious figure.

After about an hour of chase, Alfred thought he had lost the "Angel-thingy".

"Why the hell are you following me you idiot?" Alfred's head shot up. Sitting on the nearest light post was the "angel-thingy" Alfred could feel him glaring, even though his eyes weren't visible.

"Is it not the job of a hero to chase the villain?" asked Alfred wagging a finger towards the lounging figure. The figure turned to face the moon, a small smile playing at its lips.

"Where did you ever get the notion that I was a villain?"

"So… you're a good guy?" asked Alfred, dropping his hand, a confused expression taking the place of his signature grin.

"Never said that either." The figure seemed amused at Alfred's confusion. The figure stood, spread out its wings (that seemed to be much longer than the figure was tall), and smirked at Alfred.

"I'll let you decide. So long, Hero." The figure said and burst into the sky, causing a few feathers to be left behind, along with a very confused amateur hero.

Me: OH MY GOD. ASDJKFDS. That was so short.

Alfred: When do I get to be the Hero?

Me: Soon. GIVE IT TIME. (Lame excuse for laziness is lame)

Alfred: What excuse?

Me: ... Shuddup. Anyway, please, give me criticisms. I LOVE STUFF THAT HELPS ME IMPROVE. It's my first time writing fan-fiction, I KNOW I'M NOT THAT GOOD. ASDJKFS. ;A; constructive comments and such make me weep manry tears of awesome. Flaming makes me throw shoes. Stilettos, actually. Those hurt like hell. I'LL TRY TO MAKE THE NEXT CHAPTER LONGER. (If someone would be my BEST FRIEND IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE and help me with my spelling, grammer, and editing, I WOULD LOVE YOU UNTILL THE DAY YOU DIE. Also I would give you pie. ._.) Thank you so much for reading the first chapter!

Alfred: See you next time!