"Before we go any further, let's get this out of the way. I want you to do three things for me.
One. Do not be offended by anything you read beyond this point.
Two. Leave your inhibitions at the door.
Three, and most important. Everything you see and hear from now on must remain between us.

"The Juliette Society" by Sasha Grey

Mathias' POV:

*FLASHBACK*

*crash*

"You little idiot! Where the hell have you hidden now!? I swear that as soon as I see you I'll behead you, and then I'll rip out your arms to slice them and serve them with the nettle soup, and on the way I'll pluck your veins and decorate it with them!"

I still remember when I was… we were, kids. That era where nothing really seemed to matter, only the fact of competing for the purpose of being our father's biggest pride. Romping by those –then –snowy fields which today would be nothing more or less than some of our houses, even today, having a tortuous past, a successful present and a possible –yet unknown –future, we couldn't identify what place would it be today.

"Don't find me… Please don't find me…"

That archaic, immemorial, perished manor that keeps chasing my thoughts from time to time (and, one way or another, now more than before) was the main stage of our daily games. We spent whole days pushing and stoning ourselves, fighting, stealing our toys, and I perfectly know it, what sort of game is that where the kids bruise each other? That, ladies and gentlemen, was the sort of game we were already used to play, but what our little and naïve childish minds failed to grasp from the beginning was, our father's then successful attempt: to instruct us.

"Ha, I already saw you… I've told you, trapezoid head, you can run but not hide"

"You can run but not hide" How many times have I heard that in my childhood? Coming out from everyone; clearly, I always expected that. But then I was already resigned to any punishment that they could give me.

*BLAM*

"OUHH!"

Of course that, there wasn't only one day where I hadn't had a pretty good spanking. But now that I'm –maybe, partially –conscious of every kind of actions' infamy that in that time was, not something with that magnitude, but little and insignificant taboos (and even now, excepting of scarce places in this disproportionate world), I realize that I never stopped to ponder another possible option. Things could have been so different, I could have become an illustrious figure of wandering's feats, or well, direct myself to an inevitable cataclysm. Even now I keep questioning myself, what would have happened if I had let my fervent heart… freeze… like all of theirs.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Hi people~ Well, this time I'm trying to write a psychological thriller. As you'll then see, this fic has "hidden messages" along the story, although some random nonsenses could appear every now and then. This is just the prologue, that's why it isn't very long, however, I promise more length in the following chapters.
If you wish to understand or figure out the secret messages in the prologue, PM me or send a message to my Tumblr account: shetalkswithmonsters.
To write and translate the chapters from Spanish to English, I'll update every two weeks.

That's all for now, Piper out~!

Hetalia - Hidekaz Himaruya

Expression "Trapezoid head" - ScandiAisu on DeviantArt (she has deleted it :'( )