Hey everyone! This is my first ever Hetalia one-shot ever!
I fell in love with Hetalia just 2 months ago, I mainly love the Doistu x Italia, England x America, France x Canda, and of course Korea x China pairings!
I now own Season 1 & 2 and the movie (on DVD) of Hetalia! I'm excited to write this.
This goes to my friend Samantha (our Italy), since she's the biggest Hetalia geek of us all. LOVE SAM! :) Enjoy.
Prologe
Corpse's covered the battlefield as blood drained and pooled around their rotting flesh. The bodies were those of soldiers, and of innocent women and children. All were mainly Jewish and were killed by Hitler's rule. The gun with which the blonde held dropped to his feet, painting his pants in the crimson liquid. His eye's were those of a deadman, sad and distant. His beautiful pale skin was tainted with blood. His hair was washed in dark red. He wore the blood of his victims as his head hung in shame. He plucked a piece of shattered glass off the ground and looked at the reflection of a broken man. He soon began to shiver and sob at the monster he had become. He fell to his knees and covered his face with his murderous hands, turning his tears to streaks of crimson. How did it turn out like this? he thought through sobs. What happened out there? Why did I do this? Why?
Sadly, his questions were never answered. He heard a voice that was so familiar to him. The voice was high-pitched and annoying, but it was somewhat a frantic scream. Germany soon realized that it was Italia calling him from the beyond.