A hooded figure ran through the night, clutching a crying infant. The figure's golden eyes flitted nervously around the large street. Clutching the baby closer, the person vaulted onto a building ledge and entered a window. The room light inside turned on, an hushed voices could be heard.
"Amos, please!" The figure pleaded. The child in its arms squirmed in its sleep.
"I can't do anything. I'm sure your kind will be fine with it, but she isn't supposed to exist! If they find out, you'll be in so much trouble! That is their territory. We can't send your child there." The man, Amos, explained patiently.
"Fine! If you won't help me, I'll give her to a family until I can claim her. Thanks for your help Amos." The figure his and exited through the window it entered. It ran 4 blocks and stopped at a door. It knocked twice and shoved the bundled infant into the man who had opened the door.
"You're my last hope. Take care of her, please!" It begged and ran stealthily into the night, leaving a sighing man to hold a small crying child.
Authors Note: This is a prologue. If you were following my TOD HETALIA fanfic, I'm so sorry. I had to remove it. :(