Author's Note: Hey everyone! Here's my first Chapter Story on this account and I hope you enjoy it as much as I know I will. Now I warn everyone here, I'm a very slow writer so please bear with me. Just know I will finish this story.

Warnings: This story is rated M for a reasons, there will be rape, character death, drug-use and self-inflicted pain. So if any of this makes you squeamish and light-headed don't read it, I don't need flames for this, I warned you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, trust me if I did things would be so much hotter. RusAme would be all over the damn place.

-IcePrince

Driving through the empty, dirty back roads of Moscow Alfred neared the house of doom, or formally known as Ivan's house. The night was cloudless, and the air chilly and nippy, it was not Alfred's idea of a perfect night. The trees stood tall on the sides of the road, and the lights from his car cast eerie shadows from the corner of his eyes. He shuddered; he wondered how many people had died in these forests. He looked up as over the tree line Alfred saw the dark silhouette of Ivan's mansion. The building was large, and very old, Alfred wasn't shocked if it would be centuries old by tomorrow or the next day. He frowned and drove onto the now paved drive-way, parking his car to the side he got out and walked up the porch steps to the door.

"Hey dude are you in here?" Alfred pushed open the unlocked door to Ivan's Mansion and took a tentative step in. "It's alright dude you're a hero there's nothing to be afraid of. The house isn't haunted." Alfred's eyes widened as he brought thoughts of ghosts to his mind. He shuddered and had to continually remind himself that he was the hero. He took another step inside and quietly shut the door behind himself, he didn't want to take the chance that something dangerous was in the house and heard him being all loud and obnoxious.

He felt a little more comfortable when nothing came out to greet him, well at least nothing dangerous. The more he stood there waiting he felt as though something was wrong, the house was dark and Russia was supposed to be here. He took another few steps and peered into the living room. It too was dark; the only light in the house was the moon-light that gracefully lit the room in a pale silver glow. He sighed and turned towards the other opening to the kitchen just as a shadowed figure with a pipe swung, hitting him in the stomach and smashing him against the wall, he slid to the ground afterwards.

"O-Ow! Ivan what the hell is your problem man?" Alfred growled looking up; three other figures had joined the one obvious one that belonged to Russia. "H-Hey guys what's up?"

Author's Note: First person to review will get a special treat of their desire in the next chapter! I hope you all enjoyed my prologue I'll have the first chapter out soon hopefully!

-IcePrince