This is my first story that I have ever posted on FanFiction and I hope you all enjoy this story. My idea for this story came after watching the Hetalia movie Paint it White and I always thought what would happen if there was an actual bad guy. Plus, not all of the nations were involved in the actual movie and I would (and hope) write how the other characters would interact with each other. I hope that some of them don't act too OOC. At the beginning I didn't feel too confident with my writing ability, but of my friends on FF, Tanglepelt, helped me out to encourage writing.
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Austria stared down at his piano. The nation of great elegance and poise created gorgeous sounds of Chopin that would make any person listen to its glorious melody. His wife, on the other-hand, took care of the usual mundane household labors, which consisted of washing dishes, cleaning, and laundry. It was a normal day no more, no less. Austria reminisced when he struggled to write what he believed was an abstract piece of music glory, a bon bon dance of all things.
One of his servants came in with a letter gripped in his hand and shook nervously. "Uh, sir, I have a letter for you."
Austria's face perked up with delightfulness. "Well who is from then?"
His servant continued to shake nervously and his face started to sweat. "I'm sorry to say this, but this letter is from, I hate to say, Mr. Russia."
Austria stopped right where he sat and his face froze. Why Russia? Isn't he usually trying to get other nations to become one with him? I know I'm not usually scared of him, but why this time?
He opened the casing and read the letter as it stated:
Mr. Austria, I require your great talent and skills to play at a party for General Winter. Usually, I wouldn't ask you so casually, but I must if you ever want to play again. If you don't, I will let all of the other nations know how terrible of a Piano Man you are.
Thank you, and remember to write back promptly.
Russia
His whole body quivered in fear and anxiety for his honour and sanity knowing what Russia could do to him as how Russia oppressed the Baltic nations. "That fool! The rest of the nations do actually know that I am the best pianist out there. Fine, rather than worrying about my pride, I'll play for his stupid party."
He gathered up a quill, pen, a bottle of ink, and a piece of paper. He set the piece of paper down and attempted to write the letter. His heart pounded faster, and droplets of sweat drenched his face. He tried to wipe it off with his scarf, but passed out while he knocked over the bottle of ink.
Hungary heard this and ran to her fallen husband, confused while the ink droplets stained the antique carpet. "What kind of crash was that?" She shook him gently, becoming worried. "Are you okay? Please respond!"
She tried to feel for a pulse, but it was barely there. Prussia, while he was outside of Austria's house, heard all of the commotion and let himself in.
As always, Prussia entered any room with a sneer on his face and a loud, boisterous voice. "Hey Austria, are you still having difficulty controlling Silesia?"
This kind of mockery didn't exactly help Hungary's life-threatening situation. Instead, he decided to lend a hand. "Here, let me help you out."
As soon as the albino scarcely touched Austria, a dark black aura encased him. This black aura consumed him, and the pain caused him to scream like a madman. Austria heard Prussia's scream, and instantaneously, his pulse raced and he stood up, dazed by Prussia's appearance.
Prussia's voice became dark, like a serial killer, and his outfit turned into pitch black. "All of you, no the whole world, will become isolated like I always am. Not even my own brother gave a damn about me. His friends and you can all become a part of my world." Black angel-like wings bursted from his back and he darted through a window into the dark clouds.
Austria and Hungary looked at each other in distress, but knew what to do. Both of them started to send out letters to the other countries. Mainly to the other European nations, a few Asian nations, Canada, Cuba, and America. In the letters they stated that something terribly went wrong wrong with Prussia; with quick haste, the nations went to Austria's house for safety reasons. Within a few hours everyone got to Austria's house and, of course, confused about the situation and letter.
Austria's face was filled with remorse and he blatantly told to other nations the current situation. He turned his face away for a few seconds. "I don't know what exactly happened to Prussia, but some evil or dark presence has taken over him. I am very concerned what Prussia is capable of committing."
Germany was shocked that it would happen to his older brother. He furrowed his eyes almost angrily. "Why my older brother is something I want to find."
The piano man graciously wanted to tell the story. He turned his face back to the nations. "If you want me to explain what happened I would be happy."
The gentlemen with the big eyebrows politely asked. "Go ahead chap. We all need to hear."
Austria struggled to get the words to come out of his mouth. "I received a letter from Russia requesting him to play a concert for one of his parties."
A letter wouldn't usually cause other people to panic, but these circumstances were more than different.
The British man crossed his arms in front of his torso like a teenager. England gave Russia quite the nastiest look possible. "It must have been one of your curses that is the cause of all this misery. I swear to God it's always you in situations like these."
Russia's face became agitated and flustered with England's comment and sneer. "Why do you blame me every time something goes wrong?"
America, as usual, did not sense the mood appropriately and shouted something completely out of place. "Come on dude! You may be super creepy, but you wouldn't pull such a dirty trick like that. Except you did screw China and I over that one time, when you pulled that lever." Suddenly, for once, realization hit him. "Wait a minute, we just had to deal with those Picto aliens, that could mean something."
Germany nodded, his stern blue eyes focusing on the American nation. "I think you're right, America. Not only was our fight against them important, but their perceptions of our planet were affected. When those things jumped on me and turned me into one of them, it was extremely painful."
Latvia, skittish as usual, wrung his hands. He was almost afraid to say anything without Russia punishing him. "So what's going to happen to us?"
Estonia placed a hand on the small blond's neck in an attempt to comfort him. "I wouldn't worry until something drastic happens. Let me turn on the television and see if anything appears."
Russia and Belarus narrowed their eyes, anxiously waiting for something to happen. A news flash appeared, the anchorwoman looking serious.
"This just in: a 23 year old German woman by the name of Katarina Schmidt has just been murdered. Her body looked like either a man or an animal has slaughtered the limbs. Officers in Germany are hot on this case and trying to figure who or what butchered Ms. Schmidt. We will keep you in touch with new updates as the story progresses."
When the newswoman stepped away from the camera for a second, a shadow zoomed right past her. The glare of red eyes and albino hair filled the camera lens. "You listen to me right now, I will get what I deserve. As of right now, I will cast a spell onto the other nations. Of course I won't tell you what this spell is, but time will come for their undoing."
Germany is perplexed why his brother behaved erroneously. More than anything he wanted to find out the exact reason for his brother's actions. Why is Prussia acting like this? This is not like him at all. He killed an innocent woman. What does he mean by this spell? If he continues this kind of behavior, will I have to kill him?
All of the other nations look at each other confused on how to pursue, or even prosecute, Prussia's movements. Russia, with his child-like face and innocent eyes, stated something that could shatter twenty windows in a row. "Why don't we just kill him? Plain and simple, da."
Some nations shook their heads in agreement, however Canada thought otherwise. "There should be no blood shed. No violence. There's got to be another way."
Nevertheless, America threw up his arms in the air and with a sleazy stare towards his own brother. "Come on man! No violence, really? I don't think it will be that easy. That's the sissy way out of the problem."
A lightbulb went off from the British man. "Wait a tick! If what you described to me Austria is true, I can simply expel it with my dark magic. Whatever Prussia wants to use, I'll simply repel it with mine." England does have some magic spells, but would they be enough to save Prussia?
Indeed, the American nation had his bag of tricks with old-timed cliches waiting for the right disposal. "Expecto Patronum!"
England became flustered by the lazy American's stereotypes of warlocks and yelled at him angrily. "Not that kind of magic you twat. That's wizardry, I'm a warlock."
America, once again looked at England sleazily. "Doesn't make a difference for me."
With his large eyebrows furrowed, "Yes it does!"
France held his hand to his chin nervously. "Wait a second black sheep of Europe, but won't that kind of magic hurt you severely?"
Any kind of magic does have its drawbacks and if England were to be repeatedly used, it could mean his death.
The English man put his hand onto the French man's shoulder assuredly. "Don't worry my friend it shouldn't be that hard to cast a spell."
Austria adjusted his glasses and had a stern look on his face. "I think we need to split our group up into two groups. We need to spread our skills and talents across the whole world and protect the other civilians from that dæmon douche Prussia. Myself and Hungary will be the leaders. Germany, Italy, Japan, England, America, Canada, France, Romano, Spain, Greece, Sealand, China, Turkey, and Cuba, you guys will be with me in Chicago. Russia, Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, Poland, Sweden, Iceland, Finland, Denmark, Netherlands, Ukraine, Belarus, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Belgium, you guys will be with Hungary in Riga."
They all nodded their heads in agreement, Latvia on the other hand wasn't too exactly thrilled that Russia would be in his home country and have a good majority of the struggle there. He shook again as usual.
Austria adjusted his glasses again and looked onto the other nations. "In addition, we will need to make sure that every citizen of our nations will be safe in a warehouse. I'm counting on all of you not just to make sure that there is safety, but peace among all of us."
In his coat were fifteen airplane tickets for his group. America screamed happily. "Next stop O'Hare airport!"
Well, I hope it wasn't too bad and I hope that it wasn't written poorly. I pretty much have most of the other chapters written out and all I'll need to do is flush it out that it's grammatically correct and vice versa. Let me know if there are any mistakes in this first chapter before Please R&R.
