Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Prologue
The four made their way to the edge of the woods.
They had left their town and home behind, and were now on the other side of the woods.
They could hear the voices of their pursuers. But it was a trick of the wind. They looked back, seeing the trail of crimson liquid, looking perfectly like their footprints. But it was not there.
The skirt got caught, and the blonde tried to free it. They couldn't be caught. They couldn't face their revenge. Not after they had served their justice.
Another passed through the trees without a problem. Another destroyed a tree with a simple touch.
"We can't leave them a trail," the fourth hissed.
It had been since he arrived at the school that things had gone to hell. But they didn't blame him. It was inevitable. The blood that stained their hands was inevitable. The scent of smoke that lingered on their frames was inevitable.
Most feared to be dragged into the fires of hell. But they need not fear, for hell itself had chosen them.
The insanity, blood, death and decay.
Hope you enjoyed the prologue. There aren't going to be pairings in this fic, except a mentioned PruHun (it's my friend's OTP, and if I'm not messing with her by writing AusHun, I'm kind and give her PruHun). This will focus a lot on the friendship of the four main characters.
