Blanket Disclaimer for this Fic: The characters from Hetalia do not belong to me, obviously. I just secretly wish they did...
SUMMARY: He can't help but go through this, every time he has to visit.
A/N: This fic was an experiment for me, as I had an idea bouncing in my head, and really, the summary is not a lie, despite how it will seem to not to match up in future chapters. There will be five additional sections, not too long, but not this short. It almost broke my brain writing the whole, really, so I hope you enjoy it.
Zero
A Query
His eyes snap open, and he takes in a deep breath. The covers are cool around him, despite it being a warm night, and he can hear the sounds of the city filter in through his window, half-open as it is.
He's on the verge of realizing something, his heart beat solid, steady and real in the almost complete blackness of his room (lights shine in to reveal things he doesn't care to see). Whispers in his head, voices call, saying many things he can't wrap his mind around, and then he sighs.
He'll deal with this later, whatever it is. Everything looks better in the morning.
And yet he falls into darkness with voices telling him otherwise, of something (that is just beginning, is the start…).
And he thinks, for his final thought, when will it end?