A/N: Hey, guys! This is my first Hetalia fic, but my editor and I have a lot more coming. I don't really think you guys care, though, so I'll get on with the important stuff. Just some things I thought you'd like to know.
1: There are no pairings in this. Yes, go cry in your little corner now. XD!
2: This is somewhat Sci-Fi, so some things will not make sense.
3: I use big words. I like big words. If you don't know what they mean, feel free to ask!
4. Character death. A LOT of character death.
5. This isn't a biggy, but there are some curse words here and there.
If any of these warnings do not appeal to you and you don't like how the story sounds so far, please exit the page, now. If you wish to stay, keep arms, legs, and any other part of your body in your chair or whatever the hell you're sitting in at all times.
Alright, I'm going to kill you with boredom if I keep up the long intro, so here you go!
-Insert dramatic fade-
There are things I need of you. Things you may not understand, and may not want to do, but please, do not make the same mistakes I did.
My best friend, Feliks, deserted me far before I got here. I could claim the loss of my sanity, the letter I received when I murdered, blinded me to what I had to do. It would be a lie:
Human nature sealed my downfall.
My name is Toris. If we are lucky, then by the time you receive this, I will be dead.
If fate frowns, we all perish.
My story began in February, year 2000.
For my part in this allegory, I'm not going to make the same mistake Feliks did.
Feliks vanished from my life right when I had really gotten to know him, so when he sent me a letter, a few days after I asked God to return him to me, it was the first time I had heard from him in 10 years.
A pity he was dead. Writing from beyond the grave must be something that will forever be attached to me.
His letter contained a key, instructions, pleas for forgiveness. I figured the dead don't have much use for absolution, so I turned his prophetic passing, which he inexplicably expected to come any day.
Of course, I went, as he knew I would.
I discovered that besides the evidence, he'd been legally declared dead 5 years ago, and so the old book, and collection of notes I had found, in the eyes of the law been mine the whole time.
My friend's instructions had been to burn the documents, raise no further questions. But that was his error. No man is immune to the shameful trappings of curiosity and…my humanity got the better of me.
The university I taught at was well known for two things: physics, and linguistics. I represented the first, and the man who had stood for second was stumped for my recent acquisition.
The book was indecipherable. The notes, however, showed a location in uninhabited Northern Russia.
It took me almost a year to book the last flight I would ever take.
As I watched civilization disappear, along with my country Lithuania, I realized my friend had disappeared a decade ago, almost to the day, and I considered in turn, what it was that I was leaving behind.
We landed on a strip of ice a few feet wide, and within minutes I was pulling away on a chartered boat, beginning the twelve hour journey that would lead me into my past.
A/N: That was the prologue. I'll update as fast as I can. Thanks for reading! Oh, and don't forget to review. Chibi likes reviews.
