Condemned Devotion

Chapter One:

Findings of a Gruesome Display

Warnings: This story is not for the weak/faint hearted. If you can't handle any mental/physical violence (and I draw the line at a certain point), then I suggest you don't read this story.

It's rated M for Mature for a reason.

This story has been co-written alongside a deviantART friend who goes by the name of Sakriphice. Anything mentioned in this fanfiction is real and has been researched extensively.

Enjoy this Condemned Devotion…

Axis Powers Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya

Original Cast © Their Owners

-/-

It was a cold, miserable day. Rain fell, filling the silence with the endless patter, patter, as leaves crunched. A year or two had passed, and the disappearances of the representatives of British Columbia, Canada, China, Romania, Russia, and Singapore, couldn't be ignored any longer. Their disappearances had been reported, the United Nations have exhausted every single clue and resource they could think of, yet nothing was found. However, with their absentness, the others began to question. Letters were sent, people went knocking on doors – nothing. Not a trace of the representatives could be found, and when the locals were questioned, only vague answers were given.

That's how the search began, but after finding several clues, someone was ready to find them.

There they were, in the densest forest ever imagined – the Black Forest. Hidden right under their nose, how could they not tell? How could they not read the signs – the signs that the forest was protecting something, hiding it from worldly eyes? "You find anything?" a voice called out, a British rough accent hiding the worry in his voice. The person shined his flashlight onto the windows of the manor that stood out, the glare blinding.

"Ja, I have." The person grimaced, noticing the horrid smell, "However, I zhink we've come too late."

"Don't forget my brother!" an American voice shouted, pushing through and running for the door, "Comon' guys, let's go!"

"Vait," the German accented one said, grabbing him by the arm, "You don't know vhat is in zhere Alfred –"

"It doesn't matter Gilbert! I'm savin' him with or without you!" Alfred shouted, wrenching his arm free and running to the house. He started jerking on the doorknob. "Comon' you piece of shit," he swore, "My brother's in there – let me in!"

"Alfred, move out of the way," the British man shouted, "Gilbert's going to ram it in."

"Whaddya mean Art –" the American turned around to see Gilbert with a tree log. "Wowza, you can lift that thing?"

"I am German," Gilbert said, a glint of pride in his eyes, "Not only zhat, but I am awesome!" Alfred moved out of the way, as Gilbert charged, ramming the log against the door, which buckled under its weight. "Just a bit more!" he grunted, annoyed. Usually doors like the door present went down within seconds. Another ram brought it down, however, and the smell was worse inside.

It was rancid, smelling of blood, death, and rotting flesh. The corridors were dark, not a light was within the place. Silence; nothing was heard, but the rain and the wind; giving the group the impression that it was a tomb. A cold wind blew from the opening, embracing the three men lovingly. They strained to hear something – a voice, a scream – anything. However, all they heard was the rain, wind, and creaking of the house as it settled.

"I'll go look around on the second, third floors," Arthur said, casting a glance around the place, "And see if I can find anyone."

"Zhen I'll look outside," Prussia said, looking at the ceiling with distaste, "And see vhat I can find out in zhe gardens. Romania liked gardens…" silence, because everyone knew how hard Prussia was taking the disappearance of Romania, "First I vill find her room, and see vhat I can find. Von't take long." he headed for the stairs.

"Wait up chap, I'll join you." Arthur said, hurrying to join him.

"Whelp, smell ya later then," Alfred gave a two fingered salute, leaving Gilbert and Arthur in the foyer. "Dude," they heard Alfred say, before the door closed, cutting off his sentence, "This place is freaking BAMF –"

-/-

To Whoever Finds This –

When you find this letter, I will probably be alongside the dead. I understand that this is could be a shock to you – but the men; Yao, Ivan – even gentle Mathieu! – have gone insane. They claimed… they claimed that we did not love them, that we were "straying" from them. Yet, how can we love them, if they have treated us as such? I do not know what happened to the others. We have been kept separate from one another, as to not plan an escape. I saw them in passing, once. We were all wearing masquerade masks, yet we were told we would be put to death if we spoke. Even if we were to flee, the forest would be confusing, and we would probably die in there too.

Regardless, it seems that we are destined to die.

I pray that whoever finds this letter, will take it to the police, tell them what has happened here.

I'm scared; there isn't much time left.

– Lumi

"Zhat bastard," Gilbert shouted, pounding the desk, "He's had her locked up in here for zhat long?" It had been over two years since anyone has seen the missing representatives. Of course, during that time, Yao, Mathieu, Romano, and Ivan were attending the meetings, and also were curious as to their disappearances. Such an act – and they fooled everyone! I'll show zhat Russian bastard zhat he shouldn't mess with family! Gilbert silently swore to himself.

"What," Arthur came running, hearing the scream of fury and the shout. He had been inspecting other rooms, majority of them were vacant. Some of them seemed occupied though, and he had been investigating what seemed to be Ivan's room when he heard Gilbert. "What is it?" Gilbert pounded on the desk again.

"She did nothing – nothing to deserve zhis!" he shouted, weaker now. "Why… why did it have to be Lumi?" That's when Arthur spotted the letter, and gently pried it from underneath the albino man's hand.

"Let me read it," he said gently, "Go outside, Gilbert, and look for her. She might still be alive, out there in the gardens." Arthur watched as Gilbert got himself together, and slowly made his way out of the room, but not before grabbing what looked like to be a ribbon; Most likely to be Lumi's Arthur thought, as he read the letter. At first, her handwriting was hard to read, even with the torch. Damn, I must be getting old… Arthur thought sourly, I'll be needing glasses before too long… ah, here we go… oh dear God. He dropped the letter as if it had burned him.

"That poor, dear girl… God have mercy on her soul." He whispered, and pulled out a jacket of matches. As the match caught, he took a shuddering breath. Arthur put the note over the flame, shaking the match out whenever the paper caught, and then placed it into a porcelain bowl that he had found. Watching it burn, he turned away, sorrow filled his heart, and his expression stricken – as if he had witnessed the horrors of what had happen in this dismal place first-handed. Perhaps he did – perhaps not.

"No one should ever know what happened here, ever."

Note: The reason why you peeps are getting this earlier than planned is because I have jury duty on May 14th and I don't know how long it would be until I could actually be free after finals. So here's the first chapter of Condemned Devotion! Sorry that it's so short.