Hey guys! So this is my first upload on FF. net! I'm just going to say that this is also my first large story for hetalia too. I don't know why, but I was inspired to write this after watching HetaOni for the 10h time(and crying for the 10th time). It will have lots of things related to HetaOni, monsters, killing, friendship, emotional stuff. You know, the stuff that starts the waterworks. By the way, don't ask me how World Peace can work here. It just does okay? Leave it... It's not really important.

[EDIT] 8/22/12 - Over the summer, I've decided NOT to abandon this story cause I actually have some people following it. Right now, I'm going back and rewriting some of the things since I didn't really like how it came out. Plus, FF. net is really hard to work with. It's not a HUGE change, but it just clarifies a couple things. I'll get the next chapter up soon!


HetaFlection

In a large, yet remotely hidden apartment in the suburbs of New York, a certain American puts the finishing touches to his suit jacket as the sun was just finishing rising. His name was Alfred F. Jones, but known to only some, as the personification of the United States of America. The man was busy tending to his looks and making sure everything was ready for this day. Stretching out the fabric of his jacket, Alfred stares into the mirror admiring his features. His suit may have been shabby and old, but it looked fantastic on him. "It may be crappy, but it still looks good!" Alfred cheerfully chips while straightening his American flag tie. His dark grey suit complimented his golden wheat blond hair that he combed just for the occasion, though that one little strand still stood proudly at the side. He wanted to wear his favorite bomber jacket over his suit, but decided not to since this night's event was quite special.

"Iggy's gonna be so jealous!" He smiles to the mirror, giving it his best and brightest smile along with a flash of thumbs up.


As usual, in his quiet London home, a certain Englishman awakens and quickly hurries about to start his morning. This Englishman, known as Arthur Kirkland, or even the personification of the United Kingdom, had much to do today to prepare for the Event. Arthur goes into his closet full of suits, all nicely ironed and straight. He carefully picks out a deep grey suit and a tie with the British jack printed on it. The novelty tie was only for fun of course. His friend Alfred, another nation, had suggested that all the attending nations should wear ties with their respected flag on it for the special event. "Childish." Arthur scoffs while quickly and skillfully tying his tie, though a small smirk played itself onto his face.

"I'm surprised that the git even knows how to wear a tie let alone know what one is." He jokes, checking his appearance in his mirror. He grabs the cologne and gives it a few sprits before returning it back onto his dresser. He looks over to the other side of the dresser and takes a stick, most likely one of his magic wands. It was just in case if something goes wrong and must be fixed quickly. He wanted everything to be perfect today and if he had to, he'd use magic to fix it. "I should remember to bring something back for the fairies and Flying Mint Bunny, I wish they could come too." He mumbles while slipping the wand into a secret pocket in his jacket, and a spell book into his pocket. Hesitating for a moment, he decides to head to his kitchen.

"I suppose I still have a few minutes for a cup of tea." To calm his shaking nerves of course. This was going to be one of the most important days ever.


Over the Channel from the Englishman, a strange French laugh chimed from a large Parisian mansion. The mansion belonged to an eccentric Frenchman of the name, Francis Bonnefoy. This man, not surprisingly, was none other than the personification of the country France and all it's glory. He, like the other nations, were preparing themselves for the Event that would take place in a little while.

"Ohonhonhon, I look so sexy!" Francis flips his wavy blond hair. Of course, Francis wouldn't be looking into one mirror; he was happily gazing at himself in three. "I look so perfect in every angle!" And of course he was naked. "I do not understand why Angleterre insists on wearing his uptight suits all the time! He should let loose!" With that, he moves from his mirrors and into his overly-sized closet full of questionable clothing with ribbons, waves, and an unnecessarily amount of sparkles.

"Let's see... Oooh!" He quickly pulls out a fancy purple suit with ruffles on the collar. "Mmnn... Non! this is too fancy for the event..." He dives back into his closet and produces numerous amounts of suits, 'dresses', and odd miscellaneous clothing until he hit the bottom of his closet and cried out in joy. "Mon dieu! I haven't seen this suit in years!" He exclaims nostalgically at an old navy blue suit. He never wore it very often so it soon resided at the bottom of his closet. If he could remember, it was his old friend Arthur who had given the suit to him. He gives the suit a long stare and couldn't help notice that it resembled the stiff suits that Arthur wore every day. Francis shudders at the thought of having to become England for a day, but shoves the thought away. Grabbing a tie with the French Flag on it, he quickly runs to his bathroom to change into the ridiculously uptight suit. It was a special event, so only this time will he ever wear this.

"Angleterre's going to be so surprised!"


Even further to the east, yells and honks from a truck bellowed from a certain driveway in Germany. "Oi West! Hurry up! We need to get to the airport in twenty minutes!" An impatient albino man taps his foot furiously on the brakes. He fumbles around with his tie that had the Prussian flag on it for a while, but soon loses interest in it. "Oh come on!" He slaps his hand on the horn and a loud beep belts from the Ford truck rang through the garage. This man was known to the neighborhood and others as Gilbert Beilschmidt. To those few who know, he was also known as the ex-nation of Prussia. Said nation was waiting for his brother, the personification of the country of Germany, or Ludwig Beilschmidt.

"I hear you Bruder! In a minute!" A tall blond German opens the window on the second floor and shouts at the albino already in the truck.

"But West, that's what you said an hour ago!" He couldn't take this any longer. He jams the keys in and ignites the truck. Slowly, he backs the truck out of the garage. "West, if you aren't in this truck in five seconds and off the phone with Feliciano, I'm leaving without you!" The window from the second story opened once again, a cell phone had been tossed out that casually went through the window of the Ford truck and bounced off of the albino's head. "Ow Ludwig, that seriously hurt!"

"Gilbert, I'll be there in a minute! Just keep yourself busy."

The blond looks over to his neatly sorted dresser and pulls out a tie with the German flag on it before hearing his brother's next outburst of impatience.

"You're lucky I'm awesome enough and didn't scream out in pain or the whole neighborhood would have heard your murderous ways against your Bruder!"

Gilbert gives a loud "Hmph!" as his brother slams the window shut. The albino Prussian looks in the mirror and mutters to himself.

"This event better be awesome..." he slides himself down in the driver's seat until the tips of his mussed white head barely showed.


Somewhere down south of Italy, a little Italian sits in his room, half-dressed and half-awake. He had been calling his friend Ludwig for a while, chatting about everything there ever was, until Ludwig had abruptly hung up on him. "Ve~? ...Ludwig? Ludwig? Hmm?" The confused Italian shakes his phone around and tries calling out to his friend.

"Hmm... I wonder what happened to him? Oh well!" He shuts the phone with a snap and throws it carelessly over his shoulder and onto his bed, then also throwing himself onto said bed afterwards.

"I feel like I'm forgetting to do something... Did I forget to make pasta today?" Just as he was about to doze off on his evening nap, his brother bursts through his door, breaking it in the process.

"Feliciano! Hurry up or we'll miss the fuc- GOD DAMMNIT YOU'RE NOT EVEN READY YET?" The Italian who just busted into the room was dressed up in a velvet dark red suit with the Italian flag on the tie he wore. His hair was combed back but a single strand of curly hair strayed from the rest. This was Lovino Vargas, the personification of South Italy. His brother known as Feliciano Vargas or the Personification of North Italy, was currently still laying on his bed, not affected to the outburst in his room.

"Oh hi Lovino!~ How's it going? You look nice in that suit! Oh you know what would make that suit look even more shizzy? PASTA!" His brother face palms and mutters a string of curses beneath his breath before walking over to Feliciano's closet.

"Ve... fratello, what are you doing?" His brother ignores him and continues to rummage through the closet. "Lovino?" The confused Italian peers into the dark closet and the next thing he knows, he's being tackled to the floor.

"Ve! Ve-Ve VE! I surrender! Ludwig!"

"OH SHUT UP FELICIANO!" His brother yells while grabbing his brother and trying to change him into his suit. "The event is in a couple of hours! All the nations of the world are probably there. I already called the tomato bastard and he told me to come early! All the other countries are ready, it's just the west and middle of Europe that's not, so hurry up!"

His brother was already waving his white flag and crying out, "Please fratello! I'll change! I'll change!"

"Oh." The other finally lets go of his brother and throws his suit on the bed along with another tie with the Italian flag on it. "Change and be downstairs in five minutes. Don't forget your damn papers again... and I'm... s-sorry for tackling you to the floor... SO JUST HURRY UP!" The older Italian slams the door and hurries down the flight of stairs leaving his younger brother staring at the door.

"Ve... I hope they serve pasta today." Feliciano mumbles to himself as he stares down at the suit in his hands. Happily, he skips into the bathroom to change into the clothes his brother picked out for him. His hair curl bounced happily at the left side of his head as he did so.


It was getting close to sunset as most of the nations had filed out of their planes and hailed a cab to their hotels for the week. Some of course, felt the need to rent a car or bring their own over to save cab fares. Then there were those who car-pooled with each other. Thankfully, the hidden island where the Event was to be held had loose traffic and few cops.

"YOU BLOODY FOOL, YOU'RE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!"

The British man reaches over quickly to turn the steering wheel in the American's hands, narrowly missing the giant truck that just whooshed past their car. He was just glad that their bosses had chosen to take their own cars with their guards that could drive.

"Dude, I got this. I don't need help from you Artie." He shoves the British man's hand away from the steering wheel and continues driving, slowly inching back to the right.

"My name is ARTHUR, quit calling me that absurd nickname! And you just almost killed us you git!"

"Well my name isn't 'git'. It's Alfred! Who wanted to drive together to the event because it would save money? Oh yeah, it was the annoying British dude that can't let loose! Plus, this is my car, so I drive how I want."

Arthur would have began to use the list of vocabulary in his sophisticated head to yell at the man, but he was too busy grabbing the steering wheel to once again swerve the car around to avoid yet another car.

"I swear if we ever survive this car trip, I will personally kill you!"

"Ahahaha... calm down dude, we're almost there."

The fool was right, the building was just past the corner.

There were some people driving themselves, and others -who shouldn't even be driving on active roads with civilians nearby- But of course, those people didn't really care what the law says. Nation or not.

"Kesesese! West watch my AWESOME driving skills!"

"Bruder, watch the road. You're almost over the speed limit," Ludwig stares warily at his brother at the wheel. A sort of discomfort was looming over him every time they passed a speed limit sign, which by the way, they were completely past. Gilbert seemed to pay no attention to anything and kept driving with his 'awesome skills'.

"I am so awesome at driving aren't I?" Gilbert brags. His younger brother rolls his eyes.

Then in the corner of Ludwig's eye, he spots another car; one on the wrong side of the road. Gilbert of course had not seen it yet, speeding away in his supposed awesomeness. "GILBERT THE CAR!"

The Prussian looks over, "Wha-?"

At the same time, the other car somehow screeched to the other side, saving both of the vehicles. Ludwig could have sworn that he saw a cowlick and a pair of bushy eyebrows in the other car as it swerved around.

"What'd you say West? I didn't hear you," Gilbert asks unknowingly of the danger that they just survived.

"N-nothing..."

"Whatever." And the Albino just keeps speeding away, just until his brother made another outburst.

"Wait a minute. Gilbert, we're going the wrong way..." The U-turn around they took could possibly be deemed illegal.


Many nations were already heading towards the Event building, or getting ready to, but some were still lagging.

"Feliciano, wake up." Lovino pokes his brother's face which was lying on the floor near the bottom of the stairs. He had heard something tumbling down the stairs and rushed to check on it. He came to find his brother on the ground sleeping.

"How do fall asleep halfway on a step?" He asks himself. Feliciano just kept snoring away.

"Arrgh..." Lovino begins to mumble curses while dragging his brother carefully not messing up his suit, and into their car. Their bags and suitcases were, thankfully, already packed in the back trunk compartment. Their plane tickets were tucked safely in Lovino's back pocket, though they slipped a bit through the struggle with Feliciano.

After putting seatbelts on his brother and himself, Lovino checks his appearance in the rear-view mirror of his car. Once he was contempt with his looks, he starts the car and backs out of the driveway. Looking out of his window and seeing that there was no one in sight, he slapped his hand on the horn and a loud honk rang.

"VE!" His brother jumps from the horn. Lovino simply continues driving the two of them to the airport, knowing that his brother was now awake and ready.

"So where are we going?" Feliciano asks after he calmed down.

Lovino sighs as he kept driving and listening to his brother talk about pasta and his friend Ludwig. He wondered if he had packed any aspirin.


It was nearing six as all the personifications of the world, along with their bosses, had arrived at the agreed building that they had booked. It was a tall towering building that reached just about three-stories high. It had no trouble at all, fitting the world in it for the Event. The building was completely made of a special crystal-glass material that shone like diamonds, while being able to reflect the beautiful sunset in the background. It was located at the middle of the uncharted island, which was not in any territory claim yet, and the nation's bosses agreed to have this set as the Event location. At the front was a large parking filled to the brim with foreign cars of every sort along with taxis and cabs lining up to the edge of the road way. At the entrance of the glass building, there stood two Asian men who held out the doors to the bosses and countries that came in early. Above the doorway, a large red bow adorning the symbol of the Earth, was tied around the building and into a large bow nearing the front. It gave off a classy feeling as it pasted itself on the sunset canvas. It was simply a peaceful aura of happiness and togetherness.

Just as Alfred walked onto the carpeted path with Arthur, he could see some of the Asian countries helping with the doors and putting final adjustments inside the hallways.

"Aiyah! You're doing it wrong Kiku, you hold out the door then bow. Not bow, then open!" the first Asian man by the door yelled to the other timid door holder.

"Ah, Yao, any chance you would like some help?" Arthur politely asks, being the gentleman he claims.

Yao opens the door and gave a slight bow to both of the countries in front. "Just get inside and help the others put up the tables and food. Don't touch the food though. The chairs and tables are on the second floor. And also, greet all the bosses if they speak to you," he ordered the two, then turned back to the front where another pair of bosses were making their way up the carpeted steps.

"Have a good evening Arthur-san, Alfred-san," the timid Japanese man next to Yao greeted.

"You too Kiku! See you guys later." Alfred beams, sending thumbs ups to the entrance before Yao snaps at them. Arthur waves his hellos and is dragged off by the American off to set the area.

The Kiku just sighs and looks at his reflection in the glass door he held onto.

Though they were yelling at each other and fighting, they never meant any of it and most of the yelling soon became laughter and smiles. Nowadays, things are peaceful. Fights would be about random everyday problems, and things were friendly, never anything serious. To add to the cause, all the nations voted that they would live together as individual 'humans'. They'd act and live as their own citizens, and their superiors highly agreed to this cause.

This night was certainly important. After decades, the long dream that most have laughed at, is finally coming true. The relations of all the countries of the world were coming together and becoming stronger.

Though, something didn't feel right in the air. Kiku could just feel it lingering on the edge of the jumpy cool air.


The bell of the clock in the main room rang, signaling that it was an hour before midnight. The decorations were up, and flags were placed mostly everywhere. A total of 200 different flags lined the hallways and hung about on the glass walls. And alas, the personifications of each of those 200 countries were mingling together in the guestrooms and dining halls.

They were all here, the Nordics, the Asians, the Europeans, Northern and Southern America, Russia, and so many more places of the world. From the East to the West, to the North to the South, the whole discovered globe was gathered in the building just for the event. Their bosses that ran the country along side with the nations were busily talking to each other and occasionally with other countries.

Everybody was already chattering and socializing, each country all dressed in an elegant suit along with a tie of their respective nation's flag.

Arthur pats Alfred on the shoulder to grab the energetic American's attention.

"And so would you take a look at it Kiku? Thanks- Oh, hi Arthur, what's up?"

"Alfred, I do believe it's about time for the main event."

The American smiles and walks up to the set of stairs in the far back. Halfway up the stairs to the highest point of the room, he is stopped by a man with snow-white hair and a worn scarf over his suit.

"Huh? Ivan what's up?" Alfred chirps.

"Oh, Yao wanted me to give you this." He hands Alfred a bottle of champagne. "I shook it up real good so it can pop when you open it. Yao wants something exciting to happen at the end." Alfred took the bottle, gave a quick 'thanks buddy!', and ran up the stairs to the middle of the balcony that extended across the room so that he was in front of everybody.

"Countries of the world and others!" He begins. As he does, heads look up and it begins to quiet down. "We are all gathered here for a single reason, to celebrate this once-in-a-lifetime event. In just a few moments as the clock strikes twelve, our long dream will be official. Our dream of world peace shall be accomplished tonight!"

The people in the vast decorated room cheered in happiness and excitement. Alfred checks his watch and grins when the hand of his clock ticks closer and closer to the number twelve. Just as the larger clock in the room struck it's chime, Alfred holds up the bottle he received and popped it open, spraying the contents out as the cork flew. The cheers roared louder after the finale. "It's official guys! WORLD PEACE IS HERE YO!" The American hoots and hollers along with the crowd, just before someone else had approached him from behind. The person behind taps the excited man's shoulder and grabs the mike when the other ignored him. "It's not official yet." His voice blandly states. "Whatcha mean Iggy?" Alfred asks annoyingly as he was deprived of his mike and great news.

"Don't call me that absurd name," he turns to the crowd below, "It's not official until we all sign the document that Kiku has laid out before you all on the table." Arthur had pointed towards the table occupying the back wall. "Please form a line and all sign the paper stating that this day has been official. Then you may proceed to being loud, crazed, and happy. Thank you." Arthur hands the mike back to Alfred before telling the American that they must sign too. Alfred sets the bottle on the rail of the balcony, much to the Englishman's displeasure if the bottle fell and broke. The two countries hopped off the stairs and then joined the forming line of countries.

In a short moment, a line formed leading to the back of the room. "Ve~ It's going all so smoothly isn't it Ludwig?" Feliciano looks over to his friend behind him in the line.

"Ja, let's hope it does for the rest of the night, I've been getting the strangest feelings that something bad is going to happen..." The German looked quite worried for some reason. The place was all merrily and upbeat, but Ludwig still had a bad premonition looming over his head. He just couldn't get his mind off of it.

"We just got to get some drinks in ya West, that'll take your mind off of whatever you've been worried about." His brother behind him puts a reassuring arm around his shoulder and gives it a quick squeeze.

"I hope so." Ludwig looks down at the line in front of him towards the table where Kiku was watching over the paper being signed.

Soon half the paper was signed with the signatures of the world, and they were carrying on with the party. The ones still in line waited for their turn to sign and then merrily run off into the party. The party itself was already getting to rowdy. Drinks were passed out and we all know what happens to countries when they mix with alcohol. Despite that this was to be a formal and orderly occasion, everybody attending were close friends of some sort and alcohol just does wonders in minutes.

Arthur was doing the usual as he would at any bar or pub. Francis was already half naked and following random countries around. Alfred was jumping around while Ivan was on the floor with vodka. Antonio, Gilbert's Spaniard buddy, along with Gilbert himself were trying to grab Francis to go running off as their trio. Ludwig stayed with Feliciano, watching the whole room go at it.

Yes, the place was lively, though no one ever wondered where the cork from before when Alfred had opened the bottle went. Unlike most bottle openings, this bottle was shaken up pretty well by a certain Russian. When opened, the cork flew across the room at such a speed and force. Before it landed, cheers had already been made loudly, which drowned out the crash the cork had made. No one had heard or even acknowledged the crash of glass due to the excitement in the air, no one except for a flustered Italian, who was later reassured it was nothing by his German companion.

After having his... tenth bottle of Vodka, Ivan suddenly looks up from his drinking. It was odd of course, for the man to be distracted. He just felt a little... tense. Though, he couldn't see anything wrong yet. Yet.

"Ivan, dude, why'd ya stop chugging?" The American grabs a handful of table and hoists himself up from the floor, barely hanging onto the wooden table that was supporting his weight.

"Oh, I just thought that something felt wrong..." Ivan shakes his head and grabs another bottle.

"Well, whatever dude." Alfred lets go of the table and tumbles back onto the ground.

Ivan watches quietly as the other nations became more disruptive in their drinking, he found it amusing. He looks up, there was the midnight sky showing in the clear glass ceiling above the next two floors. Right at the top was a grand chandelier, which in a few moments, Arthur and Francis were swinging on the thing.

Amazed that the ornament didn't break, Ivan goes back to drinking.

In a different room, where the party hadn't extended to, Feliciano and Ludwig were on the floor and under the tables. "Ve~ Ludwig! Did you find my watch yet?" Feliciano moves the tablecloth away as he looks underneath the table. Still nothing. He was glad that Ludwig had decided to help him look for his favorite gold watch. But after searching the room and the room next to it, they couldn't find it anywhere. The watch was important to him, and the shine it gave off really distracted and interested the Italian.

"Feliciano, I don't think it's here. Did you really bring the watch tonight?" Ludwig joins the Italian who stood up from under the table.

"I'm sure I brought it today! I remember bringing it! I slipped it on and then I ran downstairs for pasta, but then I tripped and fell."

Ludwig couldn't help but give an exasperated sigh when he heard that he had tripped and fell on the stairs.

"Maybe you lost it then."

"But I still remember that I had it after I woke up in the car when mio fratello dragged me into the car."

The German groaned and walked off. "Let's look for it later, we need to get back to the party..."

"I'll search for it a little longer, go on without me Ludwig!"

Hesitantly, Ludwig leaves his friend back to looking for his watch. He was only in the next room, so it should have been okay or safe enough for him.

The Italian dove back under another table searching once again. He crawls around the floor till he reaches a glass panel. He somehow found himself at the back two rooms away from the main event room. Everybody behind him were either partying or surviving their early hangovers. Feliciano ignored the sounds of the party and kept searching.

At the corner, he bumped his head on one of the glass walls. Outside was the parking lot where all the colorful cars were parked, but none of it intrigued the little Italian. He was more occupied with what he found on the wall. "Ve~? What's this?" His finger traces a small crack, almost unnoticeable in the dark. It was formed on the back glass wall of the building, opposite of where Alfred was when he opened the bottle. The projectile that flew from the bottle sat a few inches away from the crack it made.

"Ow!" Unconsciously, Feli had cut his finger while tracing the crack. He watches the small trail of blood leave his finger. He drew his finger to his mouth and tried to nurse the bleeding to stop.

While he was tending to his minor injury, he didn't notice that the small crack in front of him began to grow... larger and lager.

The crinkling of glass breaking adverts Feliciano's attention from his finger. As he turns his head up towards the noise, his mouth gaped open, dropping his cut finger. He squeaked out one syllable.

"Ve?"

As he looks up, the crack grew as tall as he was crouched down. "Eh? H-how did it grow so fast?" Italy clumsily stands up quickly to run to Ludwig for help. As he did, the crack grew even larger, now twice the size it was before. Then it snapped. The lights went out.

"Ve~! Ludwig! Kiku! Fratello!" Feli quickly stumbles on his feet and was now running towards his friends. That's when it happened. First the lights flashed off.

"VE!"

"BLOODY HELL?"

"DUDE, WHAT'S GOING ON?"

"AIYAH!"

"ANIKI!"

"Eh?"

"AHH!"

"OHONHONHOn-?"

"ANTONIO YOU BASTARD WHAT HELL DID YOU DO?"

"KOL?"

"STAY CALM EVERYBODY!"

Then locks clicked and an eerie blue glow illuminated in the cracks of the back wall, followed by many thuds. "What on Earth is that?" Some one muttered. The lights flowed through the cracks of the glass wall, strange thing is; there was nothing of any sort to create the light that flowed from the cracks. Everybody could see it. Slowly it was cracking even further. "Everybody! Evacuate to the next room!" Ludwig yells while ushering as many people safely away. And that's when they noticed two things. The only door leading to safety and being the only exit, was locked, but that wasn't the worst.

"Boss?" Alfred crouches down to pick up his superior. "D-dude, wake up!" But the man wouldn't move, though he was still breathing. Alfred looks around the floor in the dark and sees many bodies, though none of them were of the Nations. Only the superiors and bosses were unconscious covering the carpeted floor. The Nations who were at the door turned to look back. The crack covered the whole wall now. Every line of crack glowed a light blue.

"M-m-maple! It's going to crack!"

"Guys, help me get our bosses out of here!" Alfred shouts out to the crowd of nations who just noticed their own superiors on the floor and raced to grab the humans. A worried look on their face formed when they saw how pale their bosses were. With help from Alfred and some of the bigger nations, they carried their bosses to the other side of the room away from the cracking wall. While pushing chairs, tables, and whatever they could find to shield their bosses and themselves, the wall finally broke.

There wasn't any screaming involved. No, they couldn't. All sounds went mute. Everything except the sound of glass breaking. They thought the could run out after the glass wall broke, but no, something else entirely different happened afterwards.

"V-ve?" Feli was the first to open his eyes, just to see nothing. Blank, darkness, black space. It seems that he was engulfed in an entirely different dimension. No one was there. Oh but he could have sworn that just moments ago, he was hiding next to Ludwig. He peers into the darkness looking for something but nothing shows up. Nothing except darkness. The darkness wasn't just any regular darkness as if the lights had went out. It was more willowy and twisted... As if shadows could twist.

"L-Ludwig? Are you there? I-Is that you?" Usually he would be crying or blubbering on in this kind of situation, but something was holding him back from crying. Something painful.

"Feliciano! Feliciano! Wake up! NOW!" He could feel strong arms shaking him by the shoulders. Uneasily, he opens his eyes to find a large German shaking him awake. Where was he again? Oh yes, now he remembered. He's just where he needs to be.


My goodness... was this a fail? Meh. Oh yeah, I'll be shortening Feliciano to Feli... It's just too long.