Hi everyone! This is the first new story I've written in literally years. I've only recently gotten into Hetalia, but I hope to do it justice in this story.
*Short chapters
*Historically accurate
*Dark!Hetalia
*Dark!America
Italics are quotes from important historical figures. Feel free to google them.
I do not own Hetalia.
Chapter one
"Sup Japan! What brings you to my neck of the woods?" America questioned with his carefree grin and deceptive charms.
America had been underhandedly helping the Allies and Japan knew he needed to be contained before he could enter the war himself. In order for Japan to successfully take over the Pacific, America needed to be eliminated. The young nation had already warned the older nation to stop, but America had yet to do anything about it. Japan knew it was only a matter of time before America would take action against him.
When Japan didn't immediately reply to America's greeting, America got nervous. Japan and America weren't exactly on good terms, but it wasn't America in the wrong. Japan had been the one to flip his lid and become power hungry. America hoped that Japan had come to his senses and was coming to apologize for his advances in the Pacific that America clearly had asked him to stop multiple times.
"I am sorry, America, but I am afraid this is not a social visit," Japan answered tonelessly and at the same time removed his katana.
Before America could reach for his pistol, Japan had shoved the sword into his chest and all America knew was pain. He couldn't even speak only garbled mess emerged from his mouth, his pain made manifest. He fell gracelessly to the floor in a crumpled heap as Japan sheathed his sword. His attack on Pearl Harbor should neutralize the American threat but as he turned to leave he froze.
America was laughing as blood spewed from his mouth and spilled from his wound. He was laughing like a mad man and it chilled Japan down to his bones. It unnerved him so much he turned back towards the American nation to see the crazed look in his eyes.
"Why do you laugh!?" Japan demanded furiously.
"You," America gasped in pain, but the smile stayed planted firmly on his face, "are going to regret that."
Japan scoffed, "I do not see how," he replied in disbelief.
"My people, my very being is in an uproar, and once the rest of me gets wind of this, you will be sorry. I'll make you wish you'd never done this because when I'm through with you you'll be nothing but a mere shell of what you are now," America promised threateningly and broke into unsettling laughter once more.
Japan had a feeling of foreboding as he left America in a pool of his own blood, the laughter still an echo in his ears and the threat very much real in his thoughts. But only one thought ran through his mind on repeat.
"I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve."
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I plan on doing a chapter a day and this story having seven chapters bringing the story to completion in a week's time.
Look for the next chapter tomorrow!
