DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Hetalia or any of the characters in it. All rights reserved to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Okay, so this is my first story on here. Well, at least this is the prologue...
This story is a Bad Touch (Friends) Trio based story, but later on there may or may not be chapters that focus on a few other characters perspectives.
Anywho, enjoy! Be on the look out for Chapter 1!~
Prolog
Gil shot up from his bed, and looked around his bedroom. He scanned around the darkness as his put his hand on his chest. His heartbeat was pounding as if he had finished a marathon. He tried to steady his breathing. He wasn't sure if his was being paranoid, but he could have sworn that he heard a scream.
Maybe a mouse was stuck in the wall?
Or maybe something downstairs fell over?
Or maybe it was the house settling?
Gil pondered over the possibilities for a moment when a crack of thunder from outside made him almost jump out of bed.
That was it! It was a storm!
Gil forced a laugh. That wasn't very awesome of him to be scared of a little storm. He ran his fingers through his hair as he continued to search the room. All seemed fine, but knots formed in the pit of his stomach.
He was about to rest his down on his pillow when a thump caused his heart-rate to skyrocket. He reached for the pair of crutches next to his nightstand, and hobbled over to his bedroom door. He pressed his ear against the cool wood; his heartbeat pounded in his ears.
Was something going on downstairs?
Maybe Roderich went down and dropped something?
He was quite notorious for breaking things…
Gil continued to make up more theories in his head, but was unable to pull away from the door. He slid his hand over the cool doorknob and cracked the door ajar. He held his breath as he peered out into the hall. The silence rang in his ears.
He groaned, opened the door, and entered the hallway. He glanced down the hall, but just like before everything seemed normal. The smothering silence closed in around him.
Maybe was all in his mind?
Gil shook his head, "I'm not crazy."
He approached the staircase, but stopped ten feet away from the first step.
Be careful around the stairs.
Ludwig drilled that before he left, and Gil was listening. The entire day he was careful. He wasn't going to jump off the top step. He knew his limits, and he didn't fancy the idea of disobeying his brother's command.
Gil leaned onto his good leg and sighed. His head was light, and he felt like vomiting.
The thought of heading back to his room and ignoring the matter was sounding like a better idea; however, his pride was not having any of that.
He took an uneasy breath, and hopped over to the railing of the staircase.
He peered down to the bottom floor, and noticed a mass resting against one of the walls.
He furrowed his eyebrows.
A flash of lightning illuminated the window near the mass, and Gil's heart skipped a beat.
"Roderich," he called out.
Another crash of thunder boomed, and Gil started down the stairs.
He had reached the fifth step when something shoved against his back. He tried to catch his balance, but to no avail. His body smashed onto each step, until he slammed to the slick wooden floor below.
Every inch of his body felt like he had been set ablaze. Each breath he took was like acid. His lungs felt as if they were being shredded as he let out a few coughs. He glanced up to the top of the steps, but saw nothing. More coughs filled his chest. It was as if an elephant had been sitting on his rib cage.
He struggled as he looked over to his cousin's unconscious body. Roderich's body was covered in blood, and his breathing seemed shallow.
"Rod?" Gil managed to whisper.
He tried to prop his body up onto his elbows, but each move felt like thousands of glass pieces ripping though his skin.
"Scheiβe."
He skimmed around the massive room. The occasional flashes from the storm were his only source of light.
After a few moments of silence, he heard something…
It was a jingling sound - not like that of bells.
It was more delicate.
It was almost as if thousands of crystals were clinking against one another.
Gil's heart stopped for a moment, and his nausea elevated.
He looked up and his eyes met the enormous, crystallized chandelier that dangled from the ceiling. It swayed from left to right, as if a gust of wind were disrupting its usual stillness. He strained to pull his body away, but his body was weary.
A loud crack echoed the walls as the chandelier detached from the high ceiling.
Gil held his breath as the chandelier plummeted down.