Welcome to Hetalia (WtH)

Prologue

An isolated, disremembered man tears through the woods, almost as if some sinister being was hounding him. There was an unearthly seclusion about the place that besieged him. He has been trapped in this place, this pandemonium, fro a seemingly absolute amount of time. He has bygone all but, the concluding occurrences before his arrival to this place.

The blustering bang of a musket unnerves to man, emitting a shiver throughout his being.

"They come at me once more,' he states to himself, almost in a winded manner. "When will this end? Why must I exist longer? I have died many times over, and I have eventually forgotten who I am...'

These words are the only company he has. He is alone in this place, this silent hell. The only thing that breaks the silence of these damned woods, are the sudden attacks of what he calls, The Pale Ones.

"These Pale Ones, I have fought them for as long as I can remember, they have eventually lost their faces to me, just like the faces of the friends and family, who I no longer remember. The Pale Ones are all I truly remember."

Another bang rings out, a musket ball barely misses it's target as the man takes off again, tearing through the woods once more.

This nameless man continues running, even though he knows he can't escape...

Silent Hill

Ever since I heard that name, I've begun having nightmares. Nightmares that bring back memories of times that...I can't even write about in this journal. Times I've never even mentioned to my own brother. These nightmares seem to reoccur over and over, but today. Today was different from the others. This, dream was different. I was lost, wandering through some forsaken woods. I've never felt so isolated in my life, the feeling of dread in that place almost drove me insane. At least, I thought I was alone. I found myself tearing past trees as horrifying creatures chased after me. Familiar, horrifying creatures that carried muskets. One of them had grabbed hold of my arm, and thats when everything truly, became a nightmare. I couldn't wake up as the thing tried to pull me back, like I was becoming trapped within an eternal nightmare. When I finally got free, I woke up.

I can't sleep now...

Day 5 without rest.

Alfred F. Jones

bThe Prologue to the Silent Hill/Hetalia crossover I'm working on. Yes it is short, but prologues are normally not that long. I don't really take credit for the Prologue. My friend, Karl Fultz originally wrote it, and I revised it a little.

This will not only be submitted to this website, I will also be submitting it to DeviantArt along with artwork for it. If any of you are interested in seeing the upcoming artwork and the comic adaptation my friend will be doing for this, my username is Firedemoncoderojo

A little bit on the crossover. I named it "Welcome to Hetalia", to represent the Sign Board that reads "Welcome to Silent Hill" in the games. I thought Hetalia Hill, HetaHill and Silent Hetalia were really stupid names. I mean, theres a Resident Evil/Hetalia crossover on Youtube and they named it "HetaHazard".

Oh, the stuff after "Silent Hill", is supposed to be a journal entry America is writing, but Fan-Fic won't let me Italicize it, of course.

Other than that, enjoy the story and tell me what you think. Oh, and I'm gladly accepting ideas for creatures for Welcome to Hetalia on DeviantArt. I've got Artist's Block at the moment./b