Hi guys! Long time no see (like 3 years...) So I've decided to edit one of my old stories because when I looked back on it I couldn't take my bad writing skills...TT^TT
(*slams head repeatedly on wall*)
So here it is! Please Enjoy!
Disclaimers: I do not own Hetalia, only the girl in black.
Prologue
Swift and silent as a shadow, she sneaked into the World Summit room. The locks were no hindrance at all.
The nations of the world, all of them, were to gather here tomorrow morning - perfect timing.
Out of her pocket she pulled a small seemingly insignificant pouch, the type with draw strings. The girl opened the top and flung the contents into the room. The blood red contents shimmered for several seconds and gradually dissolved into the air.
She took a deep breath. The corners of her mouth curved upwards.
There was no odor but she could taste it: the taste of madness.
like a specter, she slipped out of the darkened room once again, the lock on the door clicking into place as she left, as if it was never opened.
