A small newborn dreamt peacefully in his cradle. His breath rose and fell steadily, and his parents slept in a nearby room. The moonlight, occasionally growing dull from passing clouds, painted the dark carpet.

     The child was warm, his baby blue onesie fitting him perfectly while the humidifier hummed quietly. Although he was warm, an icy coldness pierced his chest. It was a coldness that he had known ever since he was a thing.

     The soul stone. It is a stone that everyone is born with. This object shows your inner emotions with the world to see if one can interpret correctly. As your emotions change, the colors swirl, spike, or fold over. It all depends on how you feel.

     The soul stone also gives another feeling: a feeling of warmth or chills.

     The warmth either rises or falls as you get closer or farther from your soul mate. For most, the warmth of the stone when you are born is as warm as a pair of pajamas fresh out of the drier. For others, it's as warm as a steaming hot shower, telling you that your true love is within sight.

     For young Alfred, his stone is as cold as a mid-winter night. His parents are confused about what it meant; for some, it meant that a love of their life is nonexistent. The person would never be married nor have a happy relationship. For others, their love would be killed.

     But, it could also mean that your love was on the other side of the world, and your destiny is to travel and find them.

     For now, none of this is important. His parents believe that as long as he stays innocent and is raised to be optimistic, he would be just fine with the coldness that haunts him.

AYE YO I'M DOING A THING :D
This be mah first actual Ameripan fanfic, or Hetalia fanfic in general, so YAH! THING :D