"What did you do with Harry?" she asked.

"I extricated him from the problem." he responded.

Maria couldn't think. She had found the man who took her best friend, yet he won't tell her what he did to him. The man in front of her was so enigmatic that she felt stupid. The tall man in front of her was at least 9 feet tall and wore a black suit tailored to his slender frame. He had no face, just a blank white canvas never painted upon. His voice came from the air, yet Maria was the only one who could hear him.

They were in the Black Forest, HIS Black Forest, the only place to find him. She was standing in his domain, yet she felt calm, at ease with his innate power of comfort. A plethora of trees surrounded them, shrouding them from the beautifully pale moonlight.

"What problem? Why did he need removing? Please tell me." Maria pleaded, an ambiguous tone obvious in her voice.

"I do not wish to hear your lamentation. I simply took him. His parents will not miss him. Part of the problem is that they will not." he stated blatantly. The man reached out to touch her arm, sending her back to the horrid day when things started to go bad.

"Wait up Harry!" Maria was chasing after him, trying to catch him. The alacrity from being around her best friend was slowly growing in her bones.

"Well if you ever grew then maybe I would slow down!" Harry called over his shoulder. "Your hamartia is that you're too slow to catch up to me!"

Finally he stopped and waited for Maria to catch up. His sea-foam green eyes bore down into her blood-red eyes. Maria felt her heart skip a beat when he flashed her that breathtakingly cheeky, dimply grin he was so famous for.

"Yours is... Uh... That you're too tall! If you're not careful the Slender Man will get you!" She responded with ambivalence.

Harry was 180 cm while Maria was a mere 163 cm. While she was fallible, Harry was the most scrupulous person in the entirety of Germany.

"We are in his forest. Are you scared, love? Afraid Slendy will find you?" His dark curly hair framed his face in such a way that the shadows they left added to the creepy mood.

"I need new friends..." she muttered to herself.

A soft breeze blew by, swiftly brushing the leaves off the autumn trees. The wind died down, yet one tree didn't stop swooning. The soporific forest bursted with life as the dark not-tree slowly approached, looking more detrimental with each step it took.

"Harry... He's here." Maria started to panick but as soon as the not-tree opened its arms, she was placated. She couldn't describe this sense of peace that shrouded her mind.

Her legs started moving on their own, dragging her deeper into the forest. She was under his control, the feeling that he could ameliorate her introverted personality was all she could understand.

"Maria, stop!" Harry swept her off her feet, trying to keep her away from the creature following them. He appeared in front of them and before Maria could comprehend what was happening, both Harry and that cursed disappeared.

Tears laced her eyes. Just remembering that day from so many months ago made violent sobs rack through her entire body.

"How was he involved with the problem? What is the problem?" Maria bit her lip to keep the tears within her eyes.

"He has left you. You will never see him again. You are such an impervious girl, why can't you get it through your thick skull?" his words cut down to Maria's core, yet his tone couldn't be any more innocuous.

There was a quick flash of animosity that presented itself in her eyes. She was growing tired of his games.

"Although I will extol you for your courage in doing the impossible. Nobody has been able to track me down before. You are a fascinating little girl."

He was really starting to irritate Maria. She was finished with his riddles and his stupid game of shadows. All she wanted was her Harry, but he expertly evaded answering her questions.

"Where is he?" she asked again.

"In my parade of shadows." he finally answered.

When Maria opened her eyes, she was very reluctant to remember what had happened. When had she fallen asleep? All she wanted to remember was that she needed to find Harry before something bad happened to him. He was her only hope for candor, the only person to hear her lament. Nothing placated her more than his arms; she really needed his arms. Harry always ameliorated her mood, but her memory of him was quickly fading in this dark Hell.

She tried to picture his facetious eyes searching her bronze orbs, finding that his face and her sanity were disappearing. Maria could tell he was fading fast. The strong ambitious hand that once held hers was slipping through her fingers; the soft luscious chocolate brown curls were ebbing away from her vision. In order to keep him with her, she pulled a pen out of her pocket and drew his face all over her arms and legs. Next to the pictures, she wrote one word, "Harry." Maria didn't want to forget, she couldn't.

Maria pulled a lighter she always carries out of her pocket and illuminated the small room she was sitting within. It was some sort of cell; stone walls and iron bars forcing her to stay. How am I supposed to find Harry now? she thought.

A/N: this story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone, alive or dead, is purely coincidence. All rights belong to the people who created Hetalia (Maria is Fem!Prussia in case you couldn't figure that out because I love Prussia enough to make him a girl) please read and review! I always want to hear how I can do better because I know TT^TT I fail at writing. Oh well