Authors note: Hello there! This is my first multi-chapter Hetalia fic so I'm sort of nervous to see how well it's going to go down. I've been working on it in my mind FOREVER, and have only recently got it down on paper...so to speak. Anyway. Do let me know what you think. I'll be posting the first chapter very soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia...I just...I just don't...DAMN IT!
Of Science and Fiction;
Prologue:
A figure walked, hastily through the night, shivering slightly due to the cold. Alone. Although, that is not the only reason for the figure's discomfort. It was not common practice, for a lady to be out late in the night, but she had suffered a dispute with her husband, and had gone out walking.
Upon leaving her home, the lady in question had done nothing except grab her cloak and swing it over her shoulders before stepping out into the cold winter air, ignoring her husband's cries for her to return. He was a stubborn man, so she knew he would not follow her. She pulled the cloak tighter against herself, concealing more of her pinstriped rose coloured dress, which flowed to the floor, covering her ankles. Her shoes were thin and unsuitable for the winter weather.
She was thankful it had not been snowing, else her shoes become soaked through.
Her hair was up, in a neat bun, a few strands over her ebony hair framed her face. She wore no hat, she had forced the embarrassment of being improperly dressed to the back of her mind. No one was out this late at night to see and whisper. Indeed it was, that she wore no hat, but instead, a small pink petalled rose, fastened just above her right ear. Her chestnut eyes watched the pavement, careful not to trip, even in the path of the street lights.
Despite her concentration being focused on where she was walking, she was not unaware. She had known, or rather felt, that she was being watched. It made her skin crawl at the thought and her pace increase just slightly. She wasn't sure how long it had been happening, but she'd felt eyes at the back of her head, and she knew...she knew whoever it was, wasn't friendly.
A rush of air flew passed her and she stopped abruptly, alarmed.
It was unnatural. There wasn't even a breeze tonight.
Again she felt the breeze.
Again she felt the eyes.
Again her skin crawled.
She was frightened.
She turned, her eyes widening at the sight before her – she barely had time to scream.
(A/N: Well. Tell me what you think? Also, slight spoilers guy's, I'm sorry but I have to. So anyone know what Taiwan's name is? That was Taiwan by the way, that chick. I know she doesn't actually have her hair up, but back in the day it was considered improper for a woman to go out in public with her hair down. Only her husband was allowed to see that. )