Disclaimers and Info On the Story: AKA things people are going to skip over but I'm still going to write.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any other media references made in this story. I only own my ideas, which no one would want anyway.
Rated M for: Lots and lots of language. And dark themes (though I don't go into detail, so don't worry about any descriptive gore or anything.)
Little tidbits you should know about the story before I start writing:
-The 2ps don't have set personalities, so I interpreted them the way I viewed them. I tried to go off the biggest fandom interpretation, but sorry if you don't agree with my versions.
-Lastly, I personally have the headcanon that nations can travel to other countries reallllly quickly. Like without taking days. Kinda of like teleportation? It just makes sense to me, so if you wonder how they can get to a place so fast that's why.
And that's about it. I hope you enjoy my little insomniac writing.
Well, shit.
How the hell could this have even happened?
It had only been a simple prank. One of those Halloween horrors that he'd send to Alfred, as they did every year. Something that'd scare the pants of him and make Arthur laugh until he cried. After the incident with Ivan last year, Arthur was absolutely determined he was not going to loose again-or ever again. This year was going to be so fantastically big that Alfred was going to wish he had never signed up for this feud in the first place.
He had carefully plucked out the book from his collection, being extra cautious not to chip away at its rotting binding. It was old, almost as old as himself, and one wrong touch might turn it to nothing but flakes of paper. Its look was intimidating, a cover that was a dull, murky shade of grey, in the middle of which held a piercing red ruby that almost felt as if it had the power of vision. And its contents were no less intimidating themselves. If used incorrectly, it could result in a terrible and painful obliteration.
But Arthur was no novice to these things. He knew how to handle such dangers, and was confident in his abilities. He was positive that Alfred and him would be just fine. After all, he was just going to summon the scariest creature the universes could create; but only for a moment. Only long enough to see Alfred scream and cry for his mummy (giving him excellent blackmail material as an added bonus) and realize who the TRUE master of scares was. Then he'd pop it back to where it came from, and everything would go back to normal. Easy.
Then it all went terribly, terribly wrong.
Not even he knew how. But it didn't summon some terrifying demon-no. It summoned them.
They were standing boldly in the circle. Their eyes hollow, glazed over like they were dead, and a sickish shade of violet. But the most eye-catching one of the bunch was standing in the middle, boldly, and with an off-putting smirk that glowed against the emotionless, empty expressions of the rest.
For a moment, there was just a deep silence, where the only thing Arthur could hear was the strong pounding of his heart against his chest. Then, suddenly, a huge, loud explosion busted his earlobes, and an eruption of black light covered the room in an immense darkness.
After what felt like an eternity, slowly the candles began to light again, as if they were on a dimmer. When the light finally fully returned, they had disappeared, leaving him alone, and a void in the black where they had just stood.
That's probably not good.
Crap.
Out of all the universes, why that one?
Arthur threw off his cape, and delicately placed the book back on the shelf. The rest of the night he spent locked up in his house, working away, despite it being Halloween, trying to figure out what happened to them. After hours, he had come up with nothing. There were no traces or evidence that the nations had even been, and he could find no spells to reverse whatever it was he had done. After the clock struck 12am, he gave up and hoped that it was all over.
By the time he quit, it was far too late to do anything for Halloween. He felt somewhat guilty about cancelling his and Alfreds competition, but the young nation didn't seem too disappointed (though Arthur could have sworn, there was a trace of sadness in his voice over the phone). But his only comment was
"This means I win then. 2 In a row! Woo! Eat it sucker!"
~Somewhere in Italy~
Feliciano jolted up suddenly. Sweat covered his body and his skin felt like it was burning by acid. His chest heaved up and down, his ribs tightened and clenched, making it incredibly difficult to breath. He couldn't describe the feeling, but it felt like something dark was passing over his brain. It made it hard to think straight-or think at all. It felt like he was going insane.
After what seemed like an eternity, it finally passed. After a moment or two of relishing in the fact that it was over, he promptly got up. Fully terrified and scared of being alone, there was only one place he wanted to go.
In the morning, Ludwig woke to Feliciano, of course, sleeping beside him. But he could not figure out why the normally peaceful sleeper looked so troubled.
Prologue end.
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