New story. Wut. The Midnight Series is officially on hiatus. Yeah. I know that's bad. But with school and work and my tumultuous social life, I'm fried (that's probably an excuse you've heard a thousand times before). And I need a new idea to get me back into the groove of things. I'm really sorry guys. It's just... yeah. I hope you like this new story and haven't given up on me. This might actually be a book worth publishing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Prologue
I never understood my brother. He had an odd way of putting things… and an odd way of doing things like eating bananas with peanut butter or spaghetti with syrup or wearing his socks inside out because he thought it was relaxing. Or watch TV sitting upside down on the couch. He was a strange one. I even questioned if we were related and he wasn't some abandoned infant left on our doorstep. I had plenty of reason to believe that.
He always told me (in the words of some old famous and possibly dead geezer), "Work like you don't need money."
Well. I need the money and the job I had at the supermarket wasn't cutting it. Pointless.
"Love like you've never been hurt."
I've never been in love before. So again. Pointless.
"And dance like no one's watching."
I can't dance. And why would anyone want to watch me in the first place? I've got two left feet!
He was odd. Like I said.
I never understood what he meant until now.
I never truly knew my brother until now.
Until it was too late.