So I've been playing a lot of RPG Hetalia horror games and I got the idea to do this. I really do hope to make this into it's own RPG game, but there isn't much I can do when I don't have the tools nor any clue as to how to make it. But I guess I'll settle for this for now.

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SEVERAL SCENES OF BLOOD AND GORE. RATING MIGHT GET BUMPED UP TO M

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters nor am I saying that I do. All I own is the idea to this story

I CAN'T FALL DOWN…

I had a twin… and he didn't make it…

Technically neither of us made it… we were both gone… oblivious to the world.

I was his twin, and I guess that's why it was so easy for me to know things about him; his favorite color, animal, season, number. I knew that he loved his hair slightly longer than most boys, and that he'd pull it into a pony tail at times, not caring what others thought. I knew that he liked nature and that he was peaceful. I just never thought I would know that he was going to die…

No brother should know that information… not even a twin…

We had grown up together. I'll never forget the day that my father figure brought him to our house. He said that my brother would be living with us from now on… we hadn't been able to be together the first few years of our life. But the rest of them we were close as two twins could get.

Several times growing up we would fight, sometimes getting hurt much more then we intend to be. This never stopped us… We had to be together. We didn't want to be apart.

I guess that's because we figured out how cruel the world is. He was basically invisible, and it didn't just hurt him, it hurt me. Seeing my brother go through life with everyone forgetting him, thinking it was me… it just… hurt.

I hated seeing it, just as much as he hated seeing the other nations insult me, calling me stupid, fat, ugly… it hurt me just as much as it hurt him. We could feel each other's pain, and that's why we hated it so much.

That was just something that happened every day though… but this… what was happening… what was going on… that… that wasn't right… it didn't feel right at all… Maybe that's because my twin Matthew and I… we were dead…

|HETALIA

Alfred sighed, sitting on his couch and messing with his hands. His eyes were flicking back and forth as the clock beside him ticked. Matthew should have been here hours ago. They needed to go to a meeting in thirty minutes and they had decided to drive there together. Just like they always did.

This time was different though. Alfred's stomach was doing flips and he felt as if at any moment he would vomit onto the carpet. Something was wrong; not with just him, but with Matthew too. He could feel it; something was going to happen today that would change everything. But what was it? Why was the feeling there? Why was it making him sick? Wasn't change good?

Yes, change was good. But this change… he felt uncertain, as if it wasn't right. As if this change was being forced down his throat and he was choking, drowning in it. Why was this happening and how did it involve him and his twin.

Finally after another ten minutes the door opened and Matthew walked in. His blond hair was slightly frizzy and he looked worried.

'He must sense it too…' Alfred thought to himself, watching as his older brother walked up to him.

"Alfred something's-"

"Wrong… I know…" he stared into Matthew's bright purple eyes. He could clearly see the worry that was in those eyes and in Matthew's body language.

The feeling was getting stronger as the minutes went by. Matthew was getting tenser and Alfred quickly had him sit down, trying to comfort his twin.

It was only seconds after he grabbed his twin that a bolt of pain ran through him. His eyes widened and he gasped, gripping Matthew and trembling.

'Something is so wrong… what is happening… this feeling… it feels like… oblivion…'

It hit him hard, like a thousand bricks falling onto his shoulders and trapping him. His breath came out quick and raspy. He knew what was happening… this oblivion feeling… they were dying… Matthew was dying…

His voice was caught in his throat as he watched Matthew pale slightly. He knew… he knew they were dying… why? What was happening? Why was this happening?

Without thinking he pulled Matthew up and started running to the door.

"Matthew we need to leave no-"

Alfred turned back, only to watch Matthew's eyes roll into the back of his head as he collapsed to the ground. It felt like slow motion, watching his twin's body fall to the ground, pale and unmoving, when in reality it was only a few seconds.

Alfred didn't even get to scream, his body weak as his eyes closed and he fell to the ground next to Matthew.

I used to be a twin… but now we're gone…