AN:This is based on a dream I had. Some to none of you know that I will be joining the military soon, and I had a nightmare where I, not only stopped being a fan of Hetalia, but I completely forgot about them and they no longer existed in my world. So, this is just to get it off my chest, but also to remind me of what I don't want to become. It might turn into a series, but I'll leave that for you readers to decide if I should continue this or not.
You smiled, your eyes closed. It was always good to hear his voice. "Alfred," you said aloud. But there was no one in your room.
"__________!" the voice in your head said again. "__________, is it true? Are you really gonna go through with this?"
"Yes, Alfie. I'm doing this," you answered, pride in your voice.
The handsome face appeared behind your closed eyes. "__________, you don't have to, you know that?" he smiled softly.
"But I want to," you answered. "I want to give back. I want to be of service to you, the way you've always done for me."
Tears swelled up in his eyes. "I'm so proud of you, __________. But you know, this is a big step."
"Marriage is a big step," you giggled. "But I'm ready to marry you, Alfred. I want to be closer to you than ever before."
The blonde smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. "Thank you, darlin'. No matter what happens, you'll always have me."
Your right hand shot up, marking the promise you were about to make. Your wedding dress was not white; you were dressed in a blue uniform, the kind you would wear almost every day for the rest of your life from that moment on. "I, __________ __________, do solemnly swear," you began.
Tears threatened to fall, but you held them back. Tears would indicate you did not want to go through with this. Alfred was standing right next to you, dressed in black like a groom. He smiled at you—but something was off.
"…that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic;"
He was… fading… he resembled his brother now…
"…that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same;"
Wait, what brother? He didn't have a brother… did he? Why does he look scared?
"…and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me…"
This man… who was he? Did you know him? He wasn't at MEPS… What was he doing here, at your ceremony? He's trying to tell you something… But you can barely see him, much less hear him. There were tears in his eyes. Why was he crying?
"…according to the regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice."
You looked out of your peripheral vision. There was no one there. That would make sense; there was no one there in the first place.
"So help me God."