Ugh. so short. Well, this is the introduction to the story, so I am sorry.

SO SORRY. VERY SORRY. It might seem a bit confusing (bleh) but It will be better as the story goes on.

In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti- In name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

I will never own hetalia.


The enormous, elevated walls of the fetid cavern echoed the cries of the petite woman, creating a bellow that could burst eardrums. Water, amongst other liquids, drip-dropped throughout the vast emptiness, surrounding the many faces carved into the walls, and left the impression of tears. The woman howled one last time before collapsing.

This was the tomb of their ancestors, their gods; the ones who had been watching over the holy church for years. So why hadn't they protected the only things that kept her sane? She didn't know.

Two miniature bundles rested in front of her. She picked up both bundles, sobbing dejectedly. These two bundles were the cadavers of her two babies, stillborn. They were slowly decomposing, having been out in the snow for three days now. The woman gasped for air, the rancid smell choking her. Her shoulders shook as she coughed out the intake of rotten air.

Placing the twins back on the floor, she clutched the small basket, and stood. It contained food –untouched- ,water, herbs, and crystal bottles filled with poisons and potions of all kind. She found a small, rounded stone, and sighed. Placing the water inside, she opened a bottle of golden liquid, which had small particles of some kind of berry. These ingredients had been hard to get. They were forbidden in the holy city, as they were elements of taboo.

"In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti. I place in this mix: Honey, for sweetness, with moonseed, for poison." She chanted, pouring the mix inside the rock. Lifting a small flower, she crushed it with a large boulder she found beside her. One by one, she added everything, from poisonous plants, to beautiful flowers.

Lifting the twins once more, she discarded their bundles, throwing their bodies inside of the mix. Turning, she mashed everything together, gagging at the sounds of small, brittle bones breaking under the pressure. When she was finished, she lifted the rock which held the mix, and walked over to the side of the cave, where numerous faces were carved into the jagged rock. One, in particular, stood out from the others. Its expression was stoic and emotionless, whilst the others seemed jubilant and at joyful. Sliding her fingers over the face, she found a small, jagged stone.

"It must be done. My life for theirs." The woman mumbled, grabbing the stone and pointing it towards her heart.

"My life for theirs. My life for theirs. I give my life for theirs!" She shouted, piercing through her flesh with a gruesome splat.

As she fell, the mix began to glow. The woman, paralyzed, spent her last moment watching as the mix returned to normal, and the cries of her children filled the cave because they were alive, alive, oh God alive.

And that was enough for her.