A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with a new fanfic. I've been on hiatus for a while because of tests and exams and am now obsessed with Hetalia. I went to MegaCon, met Vic MIgnogna (Greece) and Todd Habberkorn (Italy). I felt spoiled that day, with all the stuff people bought for me. My mom got me a Prussia messenger bag, yay! Anyways, here it is, hope you like it. Sorry if it's confusing or goes off topic for a bit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Canaan. Those belong to their respectable owners.
I do however own a Hetalia wall scroll ^^
Do not allow yourself to be consumed by revenge
It's nothing but selfish hatred harbored for a victim
If you allow it, you shall never attain your goals
And will die much sooner than you predicted…
-Shanghai-
Balloons floated across the city of Shanghai, China. Millions of colors hover above the onlookers below. One in particular didn't float for long before it was popped by a bullet.
A male sat on the top of a building, a shotgun perched on a stand in front of him, eyes focused on the colorful targets passing by him.
"Bang."
-The Docks-
A ship loaded with people was stopped at a dock. People stared from the ship's bow as military personnel were coming out, one holding a rope connected to a tall person handcuffed with a sheet covering his head.
A child was bouncing up and down at the scene, unknowing of the scene's true meaning. He tried to climb over the railings of the ship only to be stopped by his concerned mother.
A strong wind blew by, knocking the sheets off the handcuffed person. It was revealed to be a male with silver hair that gleamed in the light and piercing violet eyes that looked around to assess the situation.
"Oh, what a troublesome situation I'm in, da?"
-Shanghai-
It's a bright and beautiful day in the city of Shanghai, China. The city was bustling with life as people roamed the streets going into shops and whatnot. But two people specifically had a precise location to go to.
"Arthur, wait up! Don't leave me behind!" A snowy haired male yelled.
"Shut up, Gilbert. Why don't you walk a bit faster and stop flirting with the girls?" A young man with spiky blond hair replied.
"It's not my fault, dude. The ladies can't resist me and my 5 meters of awesome."
Arthur scoffed and continued to walk ahead of him, reading the paper in his hand.
Arthur Kirkland and Gilbert Beilschmidt are wandering the streets of Shanghai after being dispatched from their home countries of England and Germany for a mission. An Anti-Terrorism Conference in the city with various world leaders coming to attend the meeting.
"Why can't we sit back and relax for a bit?"
"Gilbert, in case you've forgotten, we're here on a mission. We're here to cover the meeting our bosses told us about." Arthur replied.
The Prussian [1] male merely sighed and speed walked up to Arthur, leaning over his shoulder to read the paper he currently had.
"So we're going to cover the Anti-Terrorism Conference story in Shanghai? Why couldn't we go somewhere more awesome or luxurious?"
"Well, maybe next time we'll go to Italy or someplace like that." The British male replied sarcastically.
After that reply, they walked in silence, excluding Gilbert's complaints of the sun irritating him, until they reached their destination.
The building stood tall, its architecture was beautiful as the sun shone on the windows. The flags of nations from around the world swayed in the gentle breeze.
"Well, here we are."
-On the outskirts of Shanghai-
A man was calling a number only for it to be replied with a voicemail. For most people, it would seem normal, but this specific person, he knew what it meant.
"Scheiße…" [2] He spoke harshly.
Another person in the car poked his face. The man turned to the person and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry…was I making another scary face?" He questioned.
The person shook their head, removing the flower from their hair and placing it in the male's hair. He removed to get a good look at it and smiled.
"It's beautiful. A flower that's bloomed…just like how you've bloomed into my heart…Feliciano."
A smile was his only reply.
-Shanghai's Festival-
"I say, this is quite amazing to gaze at."
Arthur and Francis have just returned from the World Conference building and now we're enjoying the relaxing part of Shanghai like Gilbert suggested.
Dragons, confetti, music and people filled the streets. A parade was passing by and Arthur was snapping pictures, eyes wide with a childlike interest.
"I can't wait to see these developed, so I can show my family and friends back home when I get back." Arthur said.
Gilbert chuckled behind the male.
"I told you you'd enjoy this," He turned his back to the Brit, "a city of marvelous lights and spectacles. It's awesome, not as awesome as me, but still-"
He looked ahead and saw a male with spiked up blond hair, a grin on his face. Seems normal, right?
What bugged Gilbert was that he saw him at the airport in England not too long ago.
His eyes narrowed and a smirk crossed his face as he followed the other blond male into the crowd.
"Hey Gilbert, isn't this cool?" Arthur asked, but turned around to find no one there.
Arthur looked around for the other guy, but came to no luck. He wandered around, moving deeper and deeper into the crowd until eventually he himself was lost. Now the British male was weaving his way through the gathering until he reached a bridge. A parade float in the form of a dragon passed by, spewing colored water onto the children below whom joyfully danced in the puddles. Arthur smiled at them and followed the kids, snapping pictures of their grinning faces. The kids ran away to look for more puddles to splash in. The Brit chuckled and walked in the opposite direction.
Unfortunately, he tripped over something, hitting his head in the process. Groaning, he got up, holding his head, ready to yell at the thing he stumbled over. He knew it was a body, probably a guy sleeping. He opened his green eyes furiously. But that anger soon turned to fear as he stared at the body, it was a woman. That's not what frightened him.
The woman was dead.
He was so shocked at the situation in front of him, he failed to notice the people slowly approaching him, loaded guns in their hands. It was not until they grabbed his wrists, roughly turning him around, that he noticed him.
A gunshot rang through the air, muffled by the fireworks in the air.
[1] I realize Prussia is no longer a country, but calling him a German male would make the readers confuse him for Germany.
[2] Scheiße: The word 'Shit' in German
Dun dun dun. Well, here's Chapter One, hope you like it. Wow, I say that a lot. I got to warn ya'll, I have a tendency to take a while uploading a new chapter, but I
England: What happened to me?
Prussia: Yeah and the Awesome Me?
We'll save that for later, eh? –hugs Kumajiro-
England and Prussia: Hmph..
Anyways, all will be revealed in the next chappie. It's up to you to see if it happens. Just click on the little review button down there., guys.