Honestly I've had this idea for a while now, but when I started reading Gutters I started writing this.

Anywho on with the story, I don't own Hetalia, yada yada yada.

1,000 Years

Chapter 1

It had been 1,000 years. 1,000 years since the war. That war that killed nearly everyone. Mountains were destroyed. Lands were no longer fertile.

And what of the countries? Comas, death, and sickness plagued them now as they suffered the consequences of the people's actions.

"America?" A small child whispered. "Mr. America?"

"Yeah, I'm here." A tall blonde man walked into the small hut. A boy around 6 peered out from underneath the covers on his cot. Burns covered the right side of his face. His other eye was a milky white.

The little boy smiled. "Mr. America! You're back!"

"Of course I am. I always do come back." America replied. "I got some good food this time too Spaghetti."

At this, the little boy jumped out of bed. He stumbled a little, but he found his cane. Jamie, the little boy, walked over to America, who was sitting at the fire opening a can of spaghetti.

When America gave the can to Jamie, he stared at it. "Go on; it's yours."

"I saw a girl today." Jamie whispered.

America jumped up. "Where? Wait, you went outside? That's dangerous, Jamie."

Jamie gave a sad smile. "But I'll die soon anyway."

"No, no." America shook his head. He gave the small boy a hug. "You won't die. Not as long as I'm with you."

Jamie took the can of spaghetti and looked up at his guardian. "If I eat all of my share, can we go see her?"

The country was reluctant. It was too dangerous outside, but Jamie needed to eat. "All right."

After bundling Jamie up he and America headed out. The orange skies didn't bother them anymore, although America would never deny the fact that he wished for the blue skies to come back.

"This way." Jamie cheered. He walked up towards a hill. Surrounding it were clouds and tall trees. The sky wasn't visible at all.

"You sure?"

"Mmhm. I can feel it."

'I hope you're right.' America thought. He gazed the surrounding area for any people. People that were desperate. People who would kill a little boy to survive.