Live for Tomorrow

Summary: America has another chance. He has England and he has knowledge to prevent what he had seen. Where does he start to change the future…when he still has his doubts? How can he change the past when it might just hurt more than the future that awaits?

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 1: His Happiness

America stared at England's slumbering form. He ran his fingers through England's hair as the man let out a sigh and cuddled closer to him, nuzzling the pillow his head lay on. America had wanted this for so long it felt unreal. It felt like a dream.

If he was honest with himself he half expected to hear Arthur shouting at him and forcing him awake in Spades, but he wasn't Alfred anymore. He had been back in the past for three months, three beautifully blissful months. He has England. He has Canada.

Yet the pain of lost friendship with the others lingered and he longed to call them his friends once more. Sure he still had Tony, Arthur, and Mattie, but Canada still resented him and the rest of the world hated him. He could almost believe that England was only using him to get back at him and hurt him as much as he had the other man. He wanted to believe in his love, wanted to believe that if he ever needed help Antonio (Spain), Lovino (South Italy), Matthias (Denmark), Lukas (Norway), Tino (Finland), Berwald (Sweden), Gilbert (Prussia), and Ivan (Russia) would still stand beside him…but they were echoes. They were not the people he (Alfred) had gotten to know. They were not the people who knew him so well that they would believe him and offer their support. No the countries they were would more than likely leave him to die.

The more America thought about it the more he believed he could accept that price. If he were the only one to die and the others were safe…but no. That hadn't worked the first time and had nearly condemned them all to repeat their lives. It wasn't about him. It had never been about him. It was always about the happiness of the others, about England's happiness. He could sacrifice anything for that.

Would England believe him if he told him? Would he leave America alone? His heart ached at the thought, but at the same time it mourned it also pleaded, for him, and America knew he would always give in. Could England still love him if he told him everything?

America sighed at the echo in his mind, the one thing he and Alfred shared.

It was never about America.

It was about England.

His happiness.