I have chosen to take from both the movies and the original Frankenstein novel by Marry Shelley with a dash of Ruscan to mix up an odd concoction of horror, romance, and angst in a huge pot with the intentions of creating this monster of a fiction. Updates may be slow at times, but I assure you, I will always be working on this in my free time. Thanks to everyone who commented on my earlier attempt and kept my spirits up to create a cleaner mess from scraps of the previous version.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this work of fiction, neither do I claim any ownership over Frankenstein, or Axis Powers Hetalia. -I am just a big nerd with too much free time.

Delve in at your own risk wary reader.


Francine sighed as she walked down the winding dirt road leading to her husband's personal laboratory a few miles out from their home. The rain was pouring down in buckets on her, accompanied every few minutes by the rolling crash of thunder. She gripped the handle of her umbrella for tightly, trying to calm herself of her nerves. Arthur had been very suspicious with his work lately and it caused her great pain to wake up in the morning without him at her side. He would come home at ungodly hours of the night -if he did at all- with dark rings around his eyes and hollowed cheeks. He looked so fatigued that his appearance vaguely matched that of a corpse. When would he see that this work of his was doing neither of them any good?

She glanced up from the muddy earth as she passed through the rusty old gate, her eyes trained on the tower ahead. Quickening her pace, Francine ran through the raging storm to reach her husband.

"Arthur? Arthur? Are you in there love?" Francine pounded on the heavy wooden door with her fist, whilst calling out to her beloved. She was left standing out in the rain for a few more minutes, silence being her only answer. A frown tugged at her lips and she reached out to pound on the door again. "Arthur! Please come to the door, it's raining cats and dogs! My blouse is getting soaked!" Her eyes flicked down to her shirt, but most importantly the swollen belly beneath. She frowned. I really shouldn't be out here with a child on the way, who knows when it will come?

There was thunk from the other side of the door and it creaked open the slightest bit. She sighed in relief at the sight of Arthur's piercing green eyes. "What are you doing out here Francine? I thought I told you to stay in bed and get some rest!" He opened the door more to hold her in his arms for a brief moment.

Francine winced as a small pain came from her belly. "I-I had to see you, this work has gone on long enough. You always come home looking as if you've been dragged through hell and back... I wanted to know that you were okay."

Arthur sighed and closed his eyes with a frustrated frown. "Francine, how many times must I tell you that I'm alright? You mustn't worry about me, you have another little one that needs to be looked after." He gently caressed her stomach, showing his rare fatherly instincts.

"Could you at least allow me inside? I'll go home once this storm has blown over, I promise." She glanced past him at the gothic interior of his laboratory.

Arthur looked a bit troubled, but after a long pause, he gave in. "Fine, but you mustn't interfere with my work." He mumbled.

"You won't have to worry, I'll stay clear of your precious work." She hummed teasingly.

Arthur nodded and opened the door completely. "Okay, watch your step as you ascend the stairs, I do not want you to harm the child or yourself."

Francine blinked appreciatively, stepping inside while closing her umbrella. "Will do." She assured. The heavy door closed behind her and Arthur raced past to the top of the tower. She took her time, making her way up the stairs much slower than her companion. When she finally reached the top, she was left a bit winded, but resumed walking into the main room with her husband at her side. He swished past her and closed the door, rushing back to the tables of beakers and strange machinery. The room was in a hexagonal shape, and all of the strange items made it seem much smaller and cramped than it truly was. She spotted a chair sitting beside one of the tables and took a seat with a relieved sigh. All around her were pages filled with ink scribblings and gleaming metal utensils. It must be his desk, she decided. Her eyes skimmed over the room as a whole with a bit of surprise. There were these massive machines lining the walls that weren't filled with bookshelves, such strange machines that not even she could comprehend. She couldn't even guess what it was he was working on. Francine glanced over towards Arthur curiously, tuning in as he clattered and fiddled with something. By the weak candlelight she could just barely make out another table in front of him. It seemed to be the center of his work, as he was going back and forth between it and the machinery.

"I am almost prepared... just a few more electrodes... ah yes! Good... now to check this... oh and that!... Splendid!" His voice was raised with a cheerful tone. Arthur clasped his hands together with a smile which felt much unlike his normal self. "Everything is ready! Now," he lowered his voice, "all I have to do is wait for the perfect strike of lightning!" His fingers again moved wildly to double-check everything.

"Uh... Arthur?" Francine interrupted. She felt a strange aura coming from him and his work, causing some discomfort.

"Yes Francine? What is it? I'm busy." He growled and quickly glanced over towards her. A pair of goggles clung over his eyes now.

"I was just wondering what it is you were working on."

It felt as if there was someone or something else in the room with them, like a ghost or apparition of unknown origin. A very uncharacteristic smile spread across his face at that, sending a chill down her spine. "You will see soon enough, love, and you will understand why I have been so edgy lately." He turned back towards the main table and ran his thumb over its surface.

"O-okay..." Francine tried to smile and go along with it, ignoring the odd presence for now. It must just be the baby messing with my mind, I will feel better once he is finished with his work and he can accompany me back at home again. She tilted her head to get a better look of this 'project,' but even so, she couldn't make out what in the world it was. There seemed to be a linen cloth covering the entire table, hiding his project from view.

Overhead, the sky erupted with a thundering boom that caused her to jump in her seat, and Arthur to clap his hands together. "Yes! It is time!" He ran over to the machines and flicked every switch along its side, creating a deafening hum.

Francine cowered into herself as the whole room was bathed in a bright white light, and a terrible rattling noise met her ears. What is he doing!? Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed something moving on the table beneath the drape. Her scream echoed all throughout the whole tower, drowned out by the crackling zap of electricity. Over it all she heard the most terrifying cackle, that of which had awakened her into the nightmare that was her most beloved husband. "Yes! Yes! It's working!" He bellowed. Then, all at once, everything suddenly became silent, and her strange feeling from minutes ago had grown more severe. She was sure that it wasn't just her concern that had made her feel this way, it most certainly had to be her husband's work. There was some sort of evil coming from it, and she could sense that something very bad was about to happen.

"It... It's Alive!" Arthur bellowed, forcing her to stare at him in horror. The table that had once been very, very, dead, was now anything but. Something moved convulsively beneath the cloth, causing her to scream again.

"W-what is that!?" Francine cried, pointing a shaky finger towards it.

"That, my dear Francine, is life." Arthur smiled wickedly and flipped the cloth from the thing's head.

Her whole body froze and her heart pounded in terror. It had a human form, but looked to be more like a rag-doll gone wrong. "Arthur!? What have you done?!" She yelped.

Arthur too was frozen, and he did not reply. She could just see the look upon his face of utter shock. He shook his head back and forth. "No... no, no, no, this cannot be!" Something was wrong, very, very, wrong...

The strange being opened its amethyst eyes and took a huge raspy gulp of air. It reached out for Arthur with a stiff hand and emitted a terrible groan. The Englishman yelped and drew back, stumbling onto his backside. Francine called out to him in panic. He crawled backwards on the floor until his back hit the stony wall and he found his footing. The creature began to sit up, shooting fear into their hearts,

"Quickly! We must get out of here!" Arthur ran to her side and helped her up. She ran after him as he opened the door and raced down the steps fearfully. The sounds of the creature's dark awakening echoed throughout the whole tower, trailing behind their escape. Arthur whipped open the heavy wooden door and pulled her outside along with himself, forcing her forward. Francine ignored the aching pain of running and did so along her husband. They fled into the night, running past the gate and into the safety of the other side.

"W-what was that... that thing!?" Francine gasped as they slowed down half way down the dirt road. Arthur quickly glanced over his shoulder at the receding tower and shook his head fearfully.

"An abomination." He held her in his arms, his heart pounding hard against his ribs. "Please, please tell me that the baby is okay." He stared into her face, his eyes dark with a mixture of horror and concern. Rainwater cascaded down her pale cheeks, running with her tears.

Francine caught her breath and she nodded pitifully. "I-I think so, but I don't know if I can run again." She whimpered.

Arthur nodded. "Then we will rest for a few more moments and walk at a fast pace." He glanced behind his shoulder again. "I do not want that creature catching up."

She sobbed and leaned against him for comfort. "W-why did you have to do this? Wasn't our baby enough?"

The words hurt him deeply, but even he didn't know how to answer. He looked sadly past her and sighed. "I don't know Franny, I really don't know..." He couldn't lie to her and tell her that it was all okay, because there were millions of things for them to worry over after what he'd done. They had created life together, but he still foolishly tried to create it on his own.

The image of the monster's face flashed behind his eyelids as lighting boomed overhead once again. It would soon appear in his nightmares, greeting him with its inhuman eyes. He stifled a sob and petted his wife's hair. Nothing would ever be the same again, all because of him.

They returned home that night and Arthur made sure to keep Francine comfortable and the doors locked. He knew he shouldn't have had her strain herself as she had, and now the child could be in danger. The both of them kept quiet, neither of them speaking a word of the horror they had seen. Arthur felt guilt and fear weigh heavy on his mind, keeping him from sleeping. He lied down beside Francine in their bed for the first time in months, staring with bloodshot eyes at the ceiling. Every time he heard the house settle, he would jump and glance around wildly. He could have sworn that he saw the creature lurking in the shadows, but when he glanced away and back, it was gone. Beside him Francine slept softly, probably due to the sheer exhaustion and fear they had gone through. He took a shaky breath and let it out, trying and failing to calm down. His hand wandered over to hers resting on the blankets, and he held it, trying so hard to destroy the images in his mind. He didn't know what had gone wrong, he never felt any fear throughout the process of collecting parts and creating his monster. It just felt so inhuman, as he realized just how grotesque it looked with its eyes opened and life brought to its body. The scar that ran over its cheek all the way over its nose and passed its brow, its emotionless gaze that stared right into his soul, and the sounds -oh the awful sounds it made... Arthur suppressed a shiver. The rest of his creation's body was covered in scars and deformities much like those that had appeared on its head. Why had such an exhilarating thing turned into a living nightmare so quickly?


What was this? All of these feelings, they're filling my mind. What is that voice? What are these things? I... feel this strange sensation, it's all melding together in a jumbled mass... Focus, what was the last thing that happened? Oh... what was that? It feels unpleasant... It feels as if something is threatening me... Who is me? Who am I? What are these things I see out of the blackness? A plethora of sensations filled my stiffened limbs within a single clap of sharpened white.

My eyes opened to view the world for the very first time, my vision blurry and painful. There is a strange feeling to my side, I sense another being's presence... There are more here in this place? Something inside me feels tense, what is happening? My limbs feel sore and lifeless; all I can do is sit here and observe. What is that? Is that another voice? The colors of the outside world begin to form shapes. Above all I feel something burn within and something triggers. My mouth opens and I feel my body fill with the surrounding atmosphere, it cools my throat and fills my lungs with air. It's very unpleasant, but strangely natural feeling. The shapes above me form a creature, something that moves as I. My vision does not stray from the two bright orbs bordered with other colors. They feel familiar but distant. I force my muscles to move and awaken. As my mind tells it, my arm reaches into my vision. It just barely reaches the being when they draw back. Its mouth moves to form noises that fill my mind like a swarm of bees. I feel its panic drown me and I try to move more. The being disappears, a shrill noise emitting from it and another being that had also been among us. I instinctively reach for my head, my hands brushing over the source of this unpleasant sense. A sound comes from deep within myself, sounding deeper and broken compared to the beings' own. All around me I soak up the world. It is shaded and filled with strange things. My legs move as I tell them, and I shift them to touch the flooring below. Another sensation fills my mind. It is very unpleasant and sends strange trills that scurry up my spine It seeps into my skin and clasps to my bones. My senses all start to organize themselves and everything clears. My outer body feels its surroundings while my inner body detects disturbances within this plane. Okay, well at least that much is clear. I move myself forward, running my hands over every surface that I come into contact with. They range from smooth, rough, or strange to the touch.

My eyes blink, relieving them of the rising burn that had crept into them. I glance down at what I assume is myself. A tattered cloth covers my skin at the base of my legs and runs all the way up to my neck. Curiously, I feel it with my fingers. It is coarse, and dark colored like the rest of my surroundings. Beneath it I feel my own body, awake and alive. My head jerks up again and I skim over the world before me. What else can I drape over myself? I spot another item hanging from a hook-shapped object, its bottom drags over the floor. Another new color for me to view. This one seems to be between the hue of the large four-legged objects and the light flat items lying over their surface not so brown, but not very white. I walk over on shaky legs and pull it from its place. After a moment I find that there are two holes for my arms and one at the top for my head. I shove one arm inside one of the sides and then the other. This object feels warm, the opposite feeling from the floor under my feet.

A low rumble vibrates in my throat, coming out in a low hum. Pleased with this little accomplishment, I look over to the opening where the being had disappeared through. I felt strangely attached to this being, they felt very familiar for some reason. My mind races with new thoughts and ideas that seem to come from nowhere. Maybe I should find this creature, they may have some information on what's going on.

It took me a while to figure out my way out of the building and out into the open. With this new surrounding, I found many interesting things. This strange substance that constantly battered against my body, soaked into the fabric over me and wet the hair atop my head. At first it was soothing, but I found the longer I stood in it the colder I felt. Spasms racked my body, running up the base of my spine. I thought it best that I hurry to search for this being, or I may stiffen out here.

Fortunately, there was this rocky trail leading me forward, so I followed it.

This strange noise kept blowing up around me as I continued down the trail, it was terrifying at first with all of the light and such, but after it happened a few more times, I became accustomed to it. It was the first sound I had awoken to... how strange these things work. I hope that this being from whom I saw in my first moments can tell me who I am and what all of these strange things and feelings are...

My feet lead me to a house, where I curiously venture to the front opening. I tilt my head as I glance in the clear walls cut perfectly into squares. It is pitch black inside, maybe I followed the wrong path? I glanced down at the round knob that I had figured out how to use and reached my hand out. I turned it to the right until it crunched, releasing pressure, and I pushed the wall inwards, resulting in a loud creak. My eyes flicked back and forth in the dark, trying to adjust to the impossible lighting. I walked inside, ignoring the wall behind to venture forward. This new building was filled with much sweeter scents that gave me a sense of comfort. It was much more comfortable in here than it was in that last place. I ascended the upwards flooring, my heavy footfalls making the ground groan and creak. As I neared the top I felt my chest fill with an overwhelming feeling of warmth. Images of this being's expressed joy at the sight of me played over in my vision. Yes, I think I know what that is that I feel towards them. It was almost unexplainable, but I knew that it was only right that they and I meet properly. It was tender admiration.

I pressed my knuckles to the wooden in-moving wall to announce my presence. A few moments passed before I felt it right for me to walk in to greet my new friend in this odd world. The inside was just as dark, but the clear walls gave off enough light when that thundering boom echoed from outside. My eyes searched the whole room, landing on the large four-legged surface. There were two lumps on top, yes, I've found them. I cautiously stepped forward to inspect them further. A strange sound came from the two beings, sounding soft and peaceful. I tapped my finger over one of them, prodding their shoulder. The creature stirred, opening one of their eyes. With a start, I realized that this creature was a bit different from the one I had earlier encountered. It had longer yellowish hair, and its features seemed softer. My eyes went from their face to the rest of their body. I tilted my head curiously. They had a swollen abdomen, was there something wrong with this one?

Just a second later I heard that same piercing sound come from it, causing me to jump back. I held my ears to try to block the noise, my lips pulling downward. The other being that had been beside it was on their feet in a flash. I glanced up at them, curiously searching their face.

"Demon! Get away from her!" A series of noises woven together escaped their mouth, and they lashed out at me. Unprepared, I was driven to the ground. I stared at my attacker in utter confusion. What!? What was it doing?!

They went for my face with balled up fists, landing a few hits on my cheekbone and nose. I yelped and threw it off of myself easily. Why!? I have just come for answers!

I did not know any words to express my feelings, leaving me socially crippled. Just as they drew forward to attack me again, I threw myself to the side to keep from retaining any more injuries. This wasn't right, this creature was supposed to befriend me!

Without any other good ideas, I ran out the same way I'd come from, feeling the being's presence at my heels. My legs drew me forward in long strides, bringing me swiftly out of the house in a matter of seconds. The creature hollered after me, speaking in its own strange language. I pushed through the strange substance showering down on my skin, feeling like needles. My heart pounded in fear, I had to get away! I have to find a safe place!

Time passed in a blur of alien feelings and thoughts, I pushed through the dead fingers of the plants surrounding me. I don't know how far I ran, but at some point I felt my body begin to protest. My chest heaved to suck in the air around me, and my legs gave out. I crashed down onto the ground in an exhausted heap. Reality was fading again, and a part of me hoped that this was it, I could finally return to the blackness from once I came. Though when my head lolled onto the soft earth, I could feel the ache of my bones even in this state of rest. How had I come here? Where were all of these feelings coming from? Why did the creature that had witnessed my first waking moments attack me? Had I done something wrong before all of these senses and thoughts came to me?

"Umph..." I groaned, curling into myself. All of this was just too confusing. Fatigue forced me into a dark state of mind, that I remembered to be slumber.