Lovino POV
Grandpa was drunk again. Nothing good ever happened when he was drunk. And on top of that, he was irritated. And when he was irritated, he usually took it out on me and Feliciano. One day ended up with Feli with a stab wound in his shoulder and me with a huge gash across my face. We hated seeing our grandfather like this, but who could we turn to? Both of our parents are dead, we had no friends or family. The only person I had was Feliciano. I was growing sick and tired of him acting like this. He'd come home absolutely wasted and take his frustrations out on us. This had gone on for years and I finally decided that I have had enough. I confronted him. He flipped and started beating me. I had never seen him act like this. I was so scared. If Feli hadn't stepped in, I probably would be dead. He took a tranquilizer gun and shot him. While he was down, we made our escape. We ran, or rather I was half-dragged half-carried, and never looked back.
Bella POV
I was so cold and so lost. Able and I had gotten into a huge fight. Fights were common for us, but this one was awful. Able actually brought out a knife. He told me I was worthless. He called me things, none of them good, that I would never forget. He screamed at me to get lost. And that's exactly what I did. I got out of there. But I felt so lost alone, but I knew I couldn't go back. I would always remember what he had said to me. I found a small boy crying in an alleyway. His name was Emil. He told me that he had just gotten in a fight with his brother, Lukas. He was just as lost as I was. I stayed with him and we never looked back.
Matthieu POV
I never really liked being in the spotlight. I was a good thing I never had to be, since my darling brother hogged it all. It got to the point my own parents couldn't recognize me or even remember my name. I had a bad case of depression in middle school, and it led me to try to commit suicide. I woke up in a hospital. They told me that they called my house. No one answered. I tried to call my father, Francis, on his cell phone. He hasn't called me back since that day. There was a nice nurse there. I told her that I couldn't go home. They wouldn't remember me there. She understood me. Then, I asked her something crazy. I asked her to help me fake my death. My family wouldn't care anyway, so why not? I ultimately "died" by drowning, a successful suicide attempt. She also helped me with the documents to help me forge a new identity: Matthew Williams. I couldn't thank her enough. I passed my house when I got out of the hospital. I took one glance and never looked back.
Raivis POV
I've always been alone. My parents died when I was very small. My brother, Toris, moved away for school. He never was good at keeping in touch. So, my brother Eduard raised me. He contracted lung cancer when I was eight and died when I was ten. Lawyers told me that they would be sending me to live with my three cousins in Russia. I was not going to live in a foreign country, where I didn't know my way around or speak the language, with people I never met, without Eduard. Toris hadn't even come up for the funereal. I ran to the streets and I lived alone. I never looked back. It was too painful.
A/N: Hurray for crappy prologue! This took me forever to write down. Glad I did though. In every chapter I introduce a new character, I will put it in the author's note. So, this chapter we have:
Lovino: South Italy
Feliciano: North Italy
Their grandfather: the Roman Empire
Bella: Belgium
Able: The Netherlands
Emil: Iceland
Lukas: Norway
Matthieu/Matthew: Canada
Alfred: America
Francis: France
Raivis: Latvia
Toris: Lithuania
Eduard: Estonia
If there are any parings you guys want to see just let me know. This story will contain the FACE family, that is already decided. Next chapter should be out soon. Don't forget to fave, follow, and review!