Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or the song Riding A Black Unicorn.
(This is not a song-fic by the way. I just liked the name.) Warning, there is some gore in the end of the chapter. I didn't really bother me, but there are some people that might not like it so yeah. Just telling you know.
It was a cold, bitter, night. The moon was just a cat's claw in the sky, barely even there. The street lights were flickering off and on. They were long overdue to a tune up, but the mayor was cheap like that. A man was walking down the lone, abandoned street, there was not a soul in sight. He breathed into his hands and rubbed them together, trying to get some warmth, but the attempt was futile. A crisp wind blew off his hat and tousled his hair. He would've gone back and got it, but he just wanted to get back to his apartment, he was dying of coldness out here!
Little did he know, that a man was following him (more like stalking him), waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. He picked up the other mans hat, and tucked it into his pocket and continued to pursue the man. Then, the man stopped. He ducked down quickly behind a trashcan, thinking that the other man saw him. But he was just checking his phone. The perfect time had come, so he slipped into the shadows directly behind him. He slid out his gun and aimed right at the man's head, and shot. The man screamed, and collapsed to the ground, clutching the side of his head.
Damn, I missed. He loaded his gun again, and shot the man, till there was just half of his head there. There's no way he'd be alive after that. The sidewalk was stained with blood and chunks of skin with hair still attached.
That was fun, and now the sidewalk is much lovelier now. He laughed and started to fiddle with his necklace he was wearing, out of habit, and walked away from the scene.
Gilbert sighed and slumped down into his awesome seat. Nothing was happening. He joined the police crew to get some excitement. Have lots of adrenaline rushes, not just sit here in an office, doing paperwork. He decided that he had done enough paper work for today, and set his pen down. His desk was a deep, mahogany color. The only picture he had was one of his brother and him at the beach. Gilbert loved the beach. The water was fun, even if he had fish shit in it. He started to think about what he would have to eat when he got home. Maybe some wurst if his brother was home.
A knocking on the door snapped him out of his wurst daydream.
"Come in." Why did someone have to interrupt my food fantasy. This better be some serious shit. Gilbert thought to himself, annoyed.
His boss come in. Gilbert quickly sat up in his seat, trying to look official.
"There was a shooting on Ares Street. I thought you might want to go take a look at it."
"Kesesesesesese, you thought right! The paperwork is secretly plotting to kill me." His boss laughed and told him to get his ass in gear, and walked out. Gilbert put on his awesome jacket and walked out to his just-as-awesome-and-kick-ass car. He got in, and didn't even bother to buckle. He was just a hypocrite like that. When he got the engine to finally start, he switched on his siren and watched all the cars pull over to the side. That made him feel like a king. He should just go drive this everywhere, but then he'd probably get demoted. And that would be so un-awesome.
He made a turn on to Ares Street, and saw an ambulance, and he immediately went into serious mode. He parked and got out, then walked over to the Do Not Cross tape, and went under. He observed the scene in front of him.
There was a man. Face down on the sidewalk with blood still oozing out of the wound on his head. There were chunks of brain sprinkled in all of the blood on the side walk,and there was also some slipping out of the half side of his head. Yes, half of his head was missing. Gilbert almost upchucked all the contents of his stomach, right there. His fellow officers were scurrying around, placing the yellow number things and taking tons of pictures of the same shot from different angles, so that they got all of it and didn't miss a single thing.
He studied the man some more. It seemed that his hair had been blond. Now, it was a deep red color. He waited until all the people that were taking pictures had finished and walked over to the man. There were already flies on the body, not seeming to mind that the body was soaked with blood. He shooed them away and turned the body over, and gasped.
The man with half-of-a-head was Ludwig.
His brother.
Hello :3 I told you there would be.*gets shot because Ludwig got killed off*I'm sorry that I killed Ludwig :( Originally, when I first got this idea, it was Italy that got killed first. But, then Ludwig went better with the plot, so now he's dead... Now, some of you are wondering, "Who murdered Ludwig!?" of course you are. That's the whole point why I didn't tell you. The next chapter will reveal who did though ;) *hint hint* so, if you really can't stand to wait, go review. I won't update until some people review. I have the second chapter just waiting in my Doc manger. So review! I love all reviews. So. Go. Review. Now. Because I seriously won't ever update if no-one reviews *-* Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter of Riding A Black Unicorn. And, I know this chapter was kind of... boring. But the later chapter's are awesome! I should know because I have already planned what's going to happen up to chapter six...
Love you all!
~Aresjei