This is my second story that I have started. Seeing as I am actually quite interesting in writing this, I may end up publishing them rather often. Every few days would be hoped for, but we'll just have to see. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it. I apologize ahead of time if there are any errors in spelling or grammar. Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of it's characters.

Prologue- When Night Becomes the Day

'It had been out of no where. I was out for a walk, and the sun began to fade.

At first I thought my eyes had just been decieving me. I had hoped so too.

It was long that I soon took notice of others who shared the same view.

The sky became darker, and the air got thicker, it was as if it had turned into a choking smoke.

Wrapping around us, and tormenting us. Handing us pain and greif as we tried to breathe.

I swear, I was the only one with enough sense in me to run.

Everyone else began to lower to the ground, coughing terribly.

Each gasping, in hope to inhale oxygen, but to come short.

I dashed down the street, and I found, the more I ran the lighter the air became.

I was able to take a breath, and continue. I knew I had just escaped something.

Not a fire, not a natural cause. I tell you, it was a demon.

It's presence destroying everything around it.

The people I saw, I'm not sure what has become of them.

The sky is pitch black.

Not even the moon arises into the sky.

We can only rely on our own sources for light.

We have no other choice. No stars appear either.

Am I the only one seeing this?

It is all too real to be a dream, or to be my imagination.

I felt death nearing me.

I stared into the darkest depths.

The sky is no longer lit. What more proof than you need?'

"Hey, Artie, did you hear about the insane person in the papers? He went on about the sky having gone dark. Ha, can you even imagine that? Went on 'bout some 'demon' or something." Alfred smirked as he turned to Arthur who was sitting a space down from him in front of his desk. "Alfred. We are supposed to be working. I will have you know, you will not make a living if you can't keep a job. In order to keep that job, you have to work." Arthur sighed, reading over his report. "By the way, why are you even reading the newspaper anyway? I thought you'd be playing some idiotic game on the computer at your own desk. Instead of bothering me at my own, and reading an article. If only you would read through the pile of papers cluttering the desk space around your computer." "Aw, Artie! It's so boring though. We never get to do anything interesting! It's just editing paper after paper, for other five hours! I mean, come on!" Alfred whined. "Quit whining, and work." Arthur sneered then proceeded to mutter to himself, "how did the wanker even get this job anyway..."

It wasn't much later that something unexpected were to happen...

After 3 'boring' hours, in Alfred's case, it was about time for the editing department to leave for home. Alfred had taken his cell phone from the drawer in his desk, and walked back over to Arthur, who was packing up his suitcase, filled with papers and documents. Alfred was smiling casually toward Arthur, when his friend suddenly had the expression of true terror. Backing away from his suitcase. "A-Alfred! Wanker, do you s-see the smoke?" Arthur asked, choking on his words. Alfred turned toward the suit case, and quickly closed it. "Arthur? Are you feeling alright?" Alfred turned to him, only to look back down at the suitcase, and proceeding to open it up once again. Taking a deep breath, as his hand lifted the top compartment, he exhaled, and smiled. Nothing was there but Arthur's work. "Artie, were you just trying to scare me?" He glanced over to Arthur, who was shaking at the foot of the wall. "Dude, you gonna be okay?" He asked slowly, his smile faltering. After a moment of silence, Arthur began to try to stand up, using the support of the wall behind him. "I-it was... Just there... B-bloody hell... Alfred... What just happened..?" His voice quivered with terror. "I'm not quite sure..." Alfred stopped for a moment, and thought back to the newspaper article. "Wait. Remember that article I was talking to you about earlier?" "Yes, actually. I also remember you whining about work for at least an hour." Arthur had more confidence now. Able to answer or talk in a normal manner, or at least more normal. "well, anyway... It was about a man who said the sun disappeared. A smoke surrounded him, and smoke had 'appeared' in your suitcase. Is that not a coincidence?"

"A coincidence indeed, editor..."