Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Chapter 1
Like every summer in the city of New York, the weather was peaceful and calm, except for a cool breeze. It was the perfect weather for anyone to do their favorite activities, especially in the case of a certain bespectacled blond.
"Don't wanna be an American Idiot, don't want a nation under the new media..."
"Hello?" said the energetic American as he answered his phone.
"Where the hell are you? We've been waiting for 20 minutes!" replied a very familiar British voice.
"Take a chill pill, Arthur. I would be there, but the line at McDonald's was crazy."
"Can you not eat those bloody burgers for one day?"
"What? How could you say that you f...oh, hi Arthur." He smiled nervously.
His big "brother", Arthur Kirkland, was standing right in front of him, glancing with irritated green eyes. He wasn't the only one there; all four of Alfred F. Jones's friends had arrived before him.
Toris Lorinatis went up to Alfred and put a hand on his shoulder. "It's fine, don't worry about it." Alfred grinned at him. This wasn't unusual for Toris, who was kind and forgiving.
Francis Bonnefoy, on the other hand, was complaining that Alfred didn't use the time to pick a nicer outfit. Arthur got angry and started lecturing him, which led to *sigh* yet another childish squabble between the two. Francis's younger brother, on the other hand, just asked if anyone wanted pasta.
"Don't you ever think about anything rather than clothes?"
"But they are the most important thing, right?"
"Not again!"
"Pasta, anyone?"
"WOULD BOTH OF YOU JUST CHILL?" the others stared in shock at the person who just yelled at them. Toris was staring at them with an angry expression on his face. They were all surprised even though he had been acting like this for the past three days. The once calm Lithuanian had suddenly become emotionally unstable, and the brightness of his green eyes had dulled.
"I'm really sorry about that, but...let's just get a move on."
"Yeah, he's right. We act so childish sometimes..."
"Sorry, Toris..."
"It's..ok..so, where are we going, anyway?"
"Ever heard of central park?"
"You mean the old one with all the historical stuff?"
"Yeah, that one. It's NOT that old."
"Well, what are we waiting for? I wanna go exploring!"
As they walked, everyone just brushed off on the incident-except for Toris himself. Unknown to the others, there was a dreadful reason for his behavior. It wasn't Ivan beating him again, as everyone else had thought. No, it was because every time he hung out with Alfred, he felt like someone was following them, only for others to call him paranoid when he mentioned it. Today was no different; he felt like someone was at their back waiting to strike. Like a divine conspiracy was taking place.
Just then, he heard a light rustling sound. He turned his head and saw a moving bush. Eyeing it suspiciously, Toris walked over and watched in horror as something sharp appeared to be thrown out of the shrub.
Harold Norm had been living as a recluse for a year now.
His entire social life had been destroyed when he was in college. He had committed a horrible crime at that time, where his girlfriend had cheated on him, and he mercilessly beat her in blind rage. The only witness of the crime was his best friend, who swore not to tell anyone.
But some time later, authorities found out about it, and sent him to jail for four years. The secret had leaked out somehow, and, Harold thought, the only way that could have happened was by someone's betrayal.
The only person left to blame.
In his prison term of four years, he had been thinking about nothing but the one who seemingly ratted him out. He'd lost all respect for him now.
As soon as he was released, he'd found himself a secret hiding place that no one knew about (until his younger sister followed him there one day), and built strange electronics out of kitchen supplies and old car parts.
He always hid them out of sight, and was very good at it.
In addition of his erratic interest in technology, he also dyed his hair black and only wore dark clothes.
One day, however, he took one of the machines out and played around with it for a few minutes before deciding to take a walk.
"Harry, you're going out, right?"
He looked up at his 17-year-old sister. She was standing in the doorway, dressed as a stereotypical goth girl. "Um, yes, Karey."
"Oh, okay. Could you stop by at the art store get some paint supplies? Oh, and I also have this outfit at the dry cleaner's, can you pick that up also?"
"Ergh. Fine." Under his breath, he added, "I hate you for interrupting me as usual."
And with that, he went out the door.
Karey rolled her eyes. "Maybe the fresh air might bring him to his senses."
Toris was the only one who saw the sharp blade in the air... which seemed to be aimed at Alfred.
"Alfred! Watch out!" Alfred let out a surprised gasp as Toris suddenly shoved him.
Alfred fell forward and landed on top of Arthur, Francis, and Feliciano.
"What the hell was that, Al?" Arthur was even more irritated now.
"Toris was..." Al turned to Toris, who was on his knees.
"T-Toris? Are you alright?" No answer...
Everyone ran over to him.
Their eyes widened in shock as the saw the piece of blue glass, now stained with red.
They shifted their gaze to the Lithuanian holding his arm in pain.
Karey was applying black nail polish on her fingers when she heard the door slam into the wall.
Her brother was there, with a rather sour expression on his face.
"Heyy.." his voice seemed to trail off with a disappointed tone, "I've got your art stuff and clothes, so take them and don't talk to me. I'm in a bad mood."
"Well that didn't work out very well." Karey mumbled as she walked away. "But at least he isn't saying the same things over anymore."
Harold sat on an old crate. He was disappointed, since he didn't get anything good out of the fresh air.
He would have to go out again tomorrow.
To be continued...
This is my first suspense builder fic, so please forgive me if it seems a little boring.
The next chapter will take 1-3 days to be put up, depending on how busy I am.
sincerely,
Blue Cotinga Girl