Silence.
That's all you could hear. Not even the wind made a sound. But just cause it's silent, doesn't mean that there is nothing. Or no one.
At the "World Library", everything was there. All history, and known knowledge was there. The whole lot was neat, all in its place. But that perfection, is the beginning of this tale.
. . .
The scorching fire blazed on through the night as people in red jumpsuits race the clock to get there in time. Lots of destruction was done already, but far from all. Only a section and other random bits. When the firefighters finally arrived, the damage was done, possibly lost in the hushed wind. When the owner is allowed in, he looks around only to discover that the fire only destroyed one section, not including the extra burnt bits in it.
"Well, I guess we just have to get rid of the England section."
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I don't intend & mean to offend anybody or destroy your feels.
I hope this is okay, I got a really cool story going on in my head. So here is the Prologue. Hope you enjoy.
