Author's notes: Well, here is chapter 1 of my first PUBLISHED (on a websight such as this) Hetalia fanfic. This is rated M for possible more mature events later on in chapters... And just in case. There is much cursing and violence and gore and stuff... I hope you like it? Yes? No? Maybe? Eh? Ok. Go ahead and read it. Heres what I was listening to: .com/watch?v=kf1ERu_j3NI&feature=player_embedded I do not own the characters or the song I just posted. I have only created this story out of pure random creativity.

When The World Divides

Chapter 1 Betrayal...

The meeting started like all others, but today... Everyone seemed on edge. No one could explain why. Even the usually cheerful Northern Italian, Italy, seemed a little off. Romano, his Southern twin, was even more pissy then normal. America wasn't making as many loud and obnoxious outbursts. Britain and France were fighting more than usual. Germany had to yell a lot more, and snapped more easily at everyone. The list went on. But... No one could explain why... But then... The answer came.

America looks around. He knew he was forgetting something... Or someone... Then it hit him. Canada! he thought. His younger twin was usually always here, even if no one saw him. He stood up and tried to find him but found his chair empty. And not a polar-bear-floating-in-a-chair empty, like ACTUALLY empty! Canada had never missed a meet, late sure, but has never missed one.

"America, why the hell are you standing?" Germany snaps at him. The dirty blond American looks over.

"Dudes! Where's Canada?" he asks the others. They all blinked and stared at him for a moment. He sighs, facepalming. That was a dumb question... he told himself. "You know, Canada... Has the pet polar bear... Usually invisible to everyone..." That got them. There was a chorus of, "Oh!"s all around the room.

"Ve~? Thats a good question, where IS he? I mean, I know sometimes he goes invisible and all that but he's never just completely gone, and theres other times where we DO see him but we think hes America and I know that really bugs him, we really need to be more careful, I mean he's nothing like America, he's so quiet and shy and-" Italy began to ramble until his brother covered his mouth.

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Romano snaps in irritation. The Northern Italian clearly frowned, even though his mouth was covered, hurt in his eyes. America sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Guys, Canada isn't here. Hes never missed a meeting," the male standing told them. The group gave him a look of disbelief and he sighs. "No, seriously dudes... He doesn't miss them. He may not be noticed, but he still comes!"

"Well, where the bloody hell could he have gone?" Britain asks his former colony.

"Oui, where is ma petite Canada?" France asked, looking around. No one knew. Panic began to spread through the personification of America. As much as it may seem he didn't care about his brother, he did, he loved him like every big brother should.

"Well, we have to find him!" America declares, determination showing in his sky blue eyes.

"He is a country as well... Ja, we must go find him," Germany agrees. Soon, everyone was agreeing, even Russia. It was decided, they had to find the young Canadian. The rest of the countries began standing up.

"I say we should get with one other person and search as much as possible," The Englishman told the group.

"I agree, we can cover more ground that way," America says with a nod of approval. Italy practically jumped and all but tackled his German friend. Well, there was one group. Sighing in slight aggrivation, the blond pried the cheerful and bubbly Italian off of him. Spain wrapped his arms around Romano with a grin.

"We can go together, Roma~" he tells his former henchman. The usually pissed Italian began to squirm and yell profanities at the Spaniard.

"Bastardo! Release me now, damn you!" he yells at the cheery male. That resulted in another grin and a tight hug.

"No~ I don't want to~" the older nation replies. With a few more curses, the two left to begin their own search. As the remaining countries paired off and left, America went over to Britain.

"Dude, wanna be my sidekick?" he asks the blond with a grin. Sighing, the Brit gave him a glare.

"I am not going to take part in any of your childish games," he replies to the so called 'hero'. The American frowns.

"Aw, come on, Iggy! At least be my partner in crime?" he tries again, using the nickname he knew Britain hated. That resulted in the glasses wearing male to get smacked upside the head. "Ow!"

"You know I hate that name!" the Englishman hissed in response. "Now, if you can be less annoying, we might be able to get somewhere."

"Fine, fine... Come on then," the dirty blond mumbles. Together, the two nations headed out. "Are we checking my place-"

"HEY! Don't leave out the awesome me!" came a voice, making the two turn around. It was Prussia. The albino ran over and crossed his arms, red eyes narrowed. "Damn, I listen to music for five fucking minutes and everyone starts leaving! What gives?"

"We're trying to find Canada," America explains to him. That alarmed the former nation.

"Trying to find Canada? He's missing?" he asks, clearly starting to worry. Since when does Prussia care...? the American wonders. Britain nods.

"Yes, and we are going out to try and find the chap. Would you like to join us?" the British Empire offers.

"Ja! I wanna help find the lil birdie!" Prussia immediately answers. "Where are we looking first anyway?"

"We were just discussing that. Wanna check my country first?" America asks his two group members.

"Actually, I was thinking we check Canada first. Maybe that could give us a clue as to where he is," the blond replies to him. The German nods in agreement.

"Ja, that would make sense," he says. The older North American brother nods.

"Yeah, that would make sense. Then lets go, dudes! We have to find him!"

The group of three soon found Canada's house. They were shocked at what they saw. The door was wide open, one front window broken. It looked like... Bullet holes... Oh my God... America thought. That was enough for him. The older brother ran towards the house. "Mattie!" he yelled out the Canadian's human nickname. He usually responded to that, if anything. The other two nations ran after the American. The scene that greeted them was horrifying. Blood was splattered on the walls and floors, small amouts, but enough to scare and worry the countries even more. Books from shelves were scattered all around the living room. Glass was all around the said room from windows. A chair was on it's side, a bloody hand print clearly on it. Picture frames were broken, shattering the once perfect image of the memories it held. America's heart was pounding. Who could have done this...? And why Canada...? he wondered as he took in the look of the ruined room. Prussia and Britain were equally as shocked as the American as they walked around.

"Canada! Canada, are you in here?" the albino male yelled as he whipped around, trying to find the little Canadian. He was so soft and quiet... He held up a finger to his lips to show the other two to stop moving and listen because they knew Canada was such a soft spoken person. Even when he yelled. The two nations nodded and stopped. It's probably best... If Canada is weakened from blood loss he'll be even quieter than he already is. America told himself. All that he could hear was his pounding heart and the others' deep breathing. They were all trying to stay calm, if they panicked they wouldn't be able to help the hurt and missing nation. Thats when they heard it.

"A-America...?" called a soft, confused voice. The three of them recognized it immediately. It was Canada! They wasted no time in pin pointing the location of the said voice. Nothing could have prepared them for what they saw. Canada was covered in wounds, like slashes from a whip. They went across his torso, a few on his arms and legs. The clothing was actually torn from where the weapon had cut him. Blood seeped from the young nations wounds. He had a few scratches on his face, his glasses beside him and broken. Glass was in the young nation's hands, whether it be from downstairs or his now shattered glasses, they couldn't be sure. Tears were falling from violet eyes, once full of such innocence and kind warmth, promising his undying care for his friends who may not remember him. They were darkneed now, the light having faded from them, now replaced with pain and fear. He was trembling horribly.

"Canada!" the three yelled in unison as they ran over to the hurt nation. America gently placed a hand to his brother's even paler then normal cheek as he kneels next to him.

"Britain, call an ambulance! Prussia, help me try and stop the bleeding!" he began ordering, his big brother and hero instincts kicking in. As the blond got out his cell phone and began dialing, the albino ran out and grabbed some bandages, returning the next minute. Together, brother and acquaintance began to carefully and gently wrap up the wounds.

"God, Canada... Who did this to you...?" the fallen nation asked him in horror. He could never think of anyone who would want to hurt the young forgotten country. Canada sobs and shakes his head.

"I-I can't b-believe it... b-but it... it was... I-Italy..." he stuttered in fear. The three froze upon hearing his reply. That's not possible! Italy could never hurt anyone! And even if he could, he was at the meeting! America thought.

"No, no way... Italy would never do that!" Prussia objects immediately.

"I saw him! He did it and left me here, laughing! H-He left this note..." the injured male replied, shaking uncontrollably. The American got up and looked around. Sure enough, there was a peice of paper written in blood. He picks it up carefully. 'This is one of many. Don't underestimate me. One more shall fall tonight. Trust no one.' The dirty blond blinks. It was definitly Italy's hand writing... But... He wouldn't do this... Would he? One more shall fall tonight... Trust no one... We have to tell the others!

Well, thats chapter 1! Now I'm sure you people are going WHOA! ITALY? Well, I'm not sayin anything. You'll just have to see if it is Italy. Note, this chapter is called Betrayal for the fact that Italy is like Canada's best friend in this. You'll see that soon, promise, but Canada is claiming Italy hurt him. Get it? Good. Now, Chapter 2 shall be up soon, I hope you liked it. Review please? Questions? Ask me! Pairings? Soon to be established. Mwahaha. For now, Ciao~!