Hey guys! I finally decided to post one of my (fail) fanfics... If you've ever read Log of the End of the World by Cry-Wolf-and-Sing on DA, then you'll realize that this fic is based off of that one, so I give credit to her for the storyline. I also do not own Hetalia, Mr. Himaruya has that honor. Anyways, here goes nothing! :)

My name is Katie Sherwood. I'm not a nation, I'm just a regular person. I kinda stole this journal from the ruins of a library, but there's a reason why I stole it. I've seen the other nations writing in this journal, so I thought it would be a good idea to write from a citizen's point of view. More about me (before I get started): I'm a 15 year old girl from the United States of America. I'm originally from Florida, but my family was forced to move when Fidelina (1) died... So we moved to Missouri. This war has been brutal on my family. Most of my family died in the war, the only ones left are my sister Jo, my brother Bradly, and my cousin Rose. I'm the eldest child of the family, so naturally I have to take care of them, and I'm horrible at taking care of kids. To make matters worse, all of them have been completely traumatized. Before Rose was even born, Jo witnessed the drowning of my other sister, Kiara, and Jo suffered from severe post-traumatic stress. Now, all of us have witnessed the horrifying death of our parents. I remember it clearly, we were having a picnic in Ontario, Canada with my family and my Aunt Isabella, Uncle Edward, and Rose. Canada was the only peaceful place left in the world, but that changed quickly. In the middle of our game of catch, a tall, heavily-built man with a long, somewhat dirty scarf interrupted it with the sound of multiple gunshots. We all scattered. My brother, who was running next to me, suddenly collapsed, his hand clutching his shoulder. With Rose in my arms, I rushed over to his side and wrapped his wound with a piece of cloth. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jo, screaming with tears rolling down her cheeks, as she raced over to our mother's body. The man started shooting at us, and I quickly grabbed Jo's arm and pulled her away. She picked up Bradly and started running alongside me. I looked back to see a woman, who appeared to be wearing a dress, raised another gun and started shooting. She obviously had better aim. The last thing I remember was the sharp, excruciating pain in my side, and a tall man with glasses and a random curl hanging in front of his face lifting me up and running. Then the world was dark.

1- Fidelina is the name of a Florida OC on FB. I liked the name, so I hope its alright that I used it! ^^"

Soo... here's my first attempt at a semi-fanfic. I plan on updating at least once every other day, but no promises...

Let me know if I should continue! J

Thanks for reading the first chapter! Hope you enjoyed! ^_^