Ayasel: I own NOTHING! I wish I owned hetalia. . .but I don't -pouty face-

Japan: Ayasel-san please stop pouting. . .it is very unbefitting of you.

Ayasel: B-but. . .I like pouting.

Japa

n: =.='. . . Anyway Ayasel doesn't not own Hetalia.


Why is it that horrors always seem to hide in the night?

Creep in the dark to haunt your nightmares?

The horrors "of the night" are not confined to the dark corners of our minds like we'd like to think. They are everywhere. Present in the day and the night. Waiting for their chance to show the humans who have forgotten about them that they exist.

This is the story of a small town called Hetalia. The citizens of this small town will come to notice as more and more of their town and the people in it are not who or what they seem to be.