Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to the most confusingly-named yet epic manga duo ever, Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. I do not own.
Preface Thingy.
"Here I go!" Matsuda cried. He tried to hide his fear as he leapt up onto the balcony ledge—he was supposed to be dead drunk, after all. The young detective gulped. Why did he have to think that? If he screwed this up, he would be dead. Actually dead. That was a possibility Matsuda couldn't bear to think about, so he didn't.
Instead, he took a few steps forward, arms outstretched, looking everywhere except down at the busy street below and certainly not thinking about what would happen to him down there if he fell. Luckily, Matsuda had had a lot of practice at not thinking about things, so he was quite good at it.
He was vaguely aware of a few of the Yotsuba group members running outside and yelling at him to get down. The others remained inside at the party, drinking alcohol and flirting with Misa's hot friends, apparently unaware of the predicament 'Taro Matsui' was in. Despite the fact that he was definitely not about to plummet to his death, Matsuda had been glad he at least got to go to a decent party before he didn't die.
"Don't worry, I do this all the time!" he reassured the two Yotsuba members who actually cared, making sure his voice stayed at a drunken slur. He wished he was as confident as he sounded. The breeze ruffled his scruffy hair and he didn't think about how high up he was.
"Here I go!" Matsuda cried, gracefully going into a handstand. Now he had no choice but to look down. He bit his lip; he was a little too far to the right. If he fell now, he would probably miss the mattress Soichiro was holding out on the floor below, and he was left with no choice but to awkwardly shuffle his hands along the ledge. He'd never been much of a gymnast, so this required all of his concentration—
"Hey, get down from there!" yelled a Yotsuba member who had just realised that their host was doing handstands on the balcony. The man charged towards Matsuda, who looked up and immediately wished he hadn't.
In that instant, several things happened at once. Matsuda's right hand slipped and he plummeted over the edge of the balcony. As he hurtled past Soichiro's outstretched mattress, he thought he heard the older man yell out his name, but it could have just been the wind whistling in his ears.
Matsuda just had time to scream before he felt his body connect with the road and the world went black.
A/N: Sorry this is so short, but like I said, it's only a preface. The real action starts next chapter. :D I've got this story pretty much planned out, but I'm still not sure if I'm going to include a bit of romance in there. What do you guys think? If anyone is reading this at all. I was surprised by how few Death Note/Hetalia crossovers there were on this site. :/ Anyway, I'm rambling AGAIN. I really need to find some friends. :S See you all next time!
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