Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

The Twilight Zone (Pt. 1)

              Hi so these scenarios are going to be based off of The Twilight Zone episodes. If you're unfamiliar with The Twilight Zone, it was a tv show that ran during the 60's that basically cataloged the events that happened to people in or around The Twilight Zone, which is a force that causes strange events to occur (its metaphorical, if that helps). So yeah, some of these will adhere pretty closely to the actual episode, some of these may stray pretty far away. The other boys or other Hetalia characters may make some brief cameos in scenarios that aren't about them. These will be in 3rd person, as opposed to 2nd like they normally are. Also cause they're so damn long, I'm doing them in sets of two. Here's America and Canada!

I hope you enjoy!

America

The Long Morrow

It won't be long now. Alfred thought as he stood on the platform overlooking the space vessel that would inhabit him very soon. He had two months left, before he was cast off into the greatest unknown left to humanity; space.

"Commander Jones?" A voice behind him inquired.

He turned. "Yeah?"

The officer cleared his throat and motioned to the door. "Dr. Kirkland wants to see you, to go over a few things."

So, he wants to yell at me some more. Alfred sighed and nodded, following the officer down the corridor to Kirkland's office. When they opened the door, he was hunched over some papers, muttering to himself about numbers and percentages. The officer cleared his throat, and Kirkland's head shot up.

"Oh! Bloody hell I didn't expect you to be here with him so fast." He shuffled some papers aside and stood up. "Come in, Commander. I have to go over some things with you."

Alfred stepped in, and the officer closed the door behind him. He looked around at the mess and chuckled. "Come on Doc, you're usually neater than this."

Kirkland groaned and nearly pushed Alfred into a chair. "I'm too focused on keeping you alive, so forgive me if I'm not at my cleanliest." Instead of sitting back into his own chair, Kirkland decided to sit on his desk and look Alfred up and down. "I wanted to talk to you about the mission."

Alfred sighed and rolled his eyes. "As if I haven't already heard all about it."

Kirkland shook his head, then reached up into a cupboard over his desk to pull out a bottle of whiskey. Rather than pour it, he unscrewed the cap and drank right from the bottle. "I know you have, but I want to talk to you about something else. Something very specific to you."

Alfred squirmed a little in his chair and nodded. "Alright, shoot."

Kirkland stared him dead in the face. "You're aware you'll be frozen for 40 years up there, correct?"

"Yeah yeah, 20 years of cryo-sleep until I reach Planet ZX270B, scout around, search for life, get back in the ship, sleep for another 20. You mean to tell me there's more to it than that?"

"Much more than you realize." He passed the bottle to Alfred. "You might want to drink before we talk."

Alfred raised an eyebrow, but obeyed, taking a quick drink and wiping his lips. "Alright, what my diagnosis?"

The ticking of the clock seemed to echo into the silence that Alfred's question prompted. Kirkland kept his eyes locked onto that whiskey bottle, his eyes never blinking. "Have you really thought about how long forty years is?"