Heya there! So I thought I would try and write something new!

I haven't planned out much for how the story is going to run, but I have some ideas.

There won't be any pairings so far.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, and I won't write it again!

Sorry for mistakes and typos!

Chapter 1 – Photo's

Italy was sprawled out on Germany's couch flipping through a photo album. Germany didn't mind him looking in it. As Italy was looking through the pictures he came to notice something. He had noticed a blond girl being in many of the pictures from the beginning till around the year of nineteen-ninety, after that she weren't in any of the pictures. Italy wondered who she was, because he had a gut feeling that he'd seen her before.

Italy thought that he might as well go and ask Germany, since there weren't any more pictures to look at.

"Hey Germany," started Italy.

"Hm?" Germany looked up from the pile of work.

"It's not important or anything but," Italy placed the album on the desk and showed Germany a picture of the girl, "who is this?"

Germany looked at the picture and a frown formed on his forehead. Wheels were turning in his head searching for the name...but...

"I don't know, Italy."

"Oh," said Italy disappointed. He had hoped for an answer, Germany usually had an answer to everything Italy asked. "But Germany, why do you have a picture of this person then?"

"I actually don't know," Germany sighed, "though I have a feeling I should know."

"Yeah," said Italy looking at the picture of the beautiful woman, "I have a feeling I should know too."

"Really?" asked Germany.

"Sí, I have a feeling I've seen her before," said Italy "but where and when?" he thought out loud.

Suddenly a loud crash was heard out in the hallway. Italy and Germany hurried out to see what had happened. Funny enough, it was Prussia who had fallen down the staircase. "Bruder! Are you alright?" asked Germany worriedly. He helped his brother up on his feet's as Prussia groaned in pain.

"I just tripped no big deal." Prussia rubbed his lower back where he had hit hard. "Oh yeah, almost forgot." Prussia said as he picked up a picture in black and white. It was old and dusty and the year said nineteen-thirty-nine. It was a picture of Prussia with his arm swung around a woman's shoulder. They were laughing together with drinks in their hand.

"She's a real beauty with me by her side, right West?" said Prussia laughing his infamous laugh.

"Hey isn't that," started Italy. He had the album in his hands and pointed at the picture he'd showed Germany earlier, "Germany, isn't it the same girl?"

Germany looked at the two pictures, and the two girls in the two pictures did resembled each other. No, Germany was sure of that they were the same, "yes Italy, it is the same person in both."

Prussia looked at the album picture, "EH! West, you know her!" he exclaimed. Germany shook his head.

"Prussia, do you know her?" asked Italy.

"I have no memory of her," replied Prussia.

Germany had been staring at the two pictures and something had captured his eyes. The year.

"Nineteen-thirty-nine," Germany said. Italy and Prussia looked at him confused, but before they got to ask Germany said, "nineteen-ninety...fifty-one years! There are fifty-one years in between these two pictures, but the girl hasn't changed at all."

Italy and Prussia looked at the years as well and calculated, and Germany was right! It was true, the girl hadn't aged at all on the two pictures, and she looked no different (except for clothes of course).

"It could be a look-a-like," suggested Prussia.

"I can follow you on that Bruder, but I still disagree," Said Germany.

"Why don't you agree?" asked Italy "I do think that Prussia could be right."

"Ja, but even though it's a look-a-like a person you can never look the exact to this extend. There is always a little difference somewhere, and from what I see there's none." Germany was right. No matter how much a look-a-like you are, there usually would be a little difference somewhere shown. Especially on the face.

It can't be a twin, thought Italy, there are too many years in between, and I don't think it's a sister either.

"Well this is one odd mystery," Prussia said and yawned loudly, "well what do you think West, should we just let go of it or what?"

"Nein," Germany said, "I have this odd feeling, that there should be a reason as to why we coincidently found the pictures now. Bruder, where did you found yours of the pictures?"

"It was just lying on the floor when I walked in my room," Prussia said, "you're right! It couldn't have been a random coincident!"

"True," Germany said.

"Should we do some investigation on this matter, Germany?" asked Italy.

"Yes, I think this needs a little investigation," Germany suppressed a little yawn, "but tomorrow, it's getting late."

They all went to bed, but none of them slept peacefully. The thought of the picture kept bugging their mind. They all three had this odd feeling when they saw the picture of the young lady. A familiar feeling as if they'd known her for a long time, though none of the three remembered her. It was odd, so odd it was hard to describe.

The cold moist room filled with the smell of something dead had been in this shape for many years. A cold breeze blew through the small window with bars instead of glass. The young woman on the floor shivered at the breeze. She weren't dressed for this coldness and should have been sick by now, but this lass was different.

She sat up and leaned her back on the dirty wall. She was in a rather odd cell. It was underground and very dirty. She wasn't handcuffed nor bound, she was free to walk around in her cell, but the only thing in there was a sink and a bed. And the bed was just as comfortable as the floor.

The girl did not remember how long she'd been down there, and she knew that she weren't to get out of here. Though the young blonde lady had hope in her heart. She knew that someone would come and save her. She had sent out a message to them, and they should have noticed soon with those pictures that something was up. Her last hope was them.

"So, are we enjoying the floor again?" asked a male clad in black. He was holding a riffle close to him.

The girl groaned out loud and stretched her arms, "and as always, don't you have anything better to do than annoy me?" hissed the girl at the male.

"Calm down there, I'm just as bored as you," said the ward.

"Well if you're that bored then go make me some tea, my throat feels scratchy."

"Pesky girl! Complain as much as you want, I don't listen to any of your needs!" the ward turned on his heel and walked away.

"Then why did you even bother come here, idiota!" shouted the young woman at the ward as he slowly disappeared. The blonde girl sighed out loudly and scratched her head.

Why are they so late? thought the lass. She wasn't known for her patience that's for sure.

Stuff will be cleared up some more in the up-coming chapters.

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