I'm sorry I haven't uploaded anything recently!. I've been way busier than I thought I would be... and my brain really doesn't wanna work when I try to continue my other stories so it might be a while before those are updated. But I had an idea for this story so I wrote it down in the hopes that I could upload it and tide people over before I update my other stories. This story is set in a reality that I've set a lot of my stories in my head in but never a story I've written out. Pretty much the only difference between this reality and our own is that every person or country has a tie, this is someone else that they are bound to sort of like a voodoo doll. If this person is substantially injured or killed then their tie will feel the same pain or die. Sorry if it confuses you, also the characters aren't really named at the beginning, but their names do come up later on, so if you don't figure it out on your own than don't worry. Hope you guys enjoy!^^
A cruel reality, where fates and bodies are tied at birth, where one man's pain is passed to the next through sorcery beyond even the greatest mind's comprehension, this is the world we live in. One man has waved away the curiosity and search for the cause of this strange phenomena, and has decided to take it as a blessing, using it to exact his revenge on the world around him.
He was once a great county, always smiling and seeing things from the happier perspective, fighting on even when no hope was visible, and farming to provide his people with bountiful food. But then he was swept off his feet, his heart was dragging him in pursuit of a young country, put under his control by a kind hearted, though snobbish at times, friend. The boy was disobedient and rude, but those were the traits that made him different, made him stand out from the other well composed, polite countries that would stab you in the back if given the chance. His Lovi would not hide things and plot against him, if he had a problem with anything he would vocalize it immediately, not considering any repercussions.
He had admired his little henchman from afar, watching as he swept dust under the rug and skipped out on his studies. The boy had never listened to anything he said, and that was the way he liked it. However, the boy's soul was ultimately tied to a young girl, and a human at that. His Lovi would laugh with this girl, play with her, show her emotions that he had never seen brighten the boy's face. He had never liked the girl, but if her life kept his Lovi in this world, then she was an angel.
His soul, on the other hand, was tied to a heartless beast, another country, that had conquered more than a fifth of the world, more than even the frigid country of Russia. This country of England was reaching his fingers out to cover as much land as he could, and as a result, the countries under his power came to despise him. So many had come to Spain with the intention of using him to bring about the death of their tyrant, he was faced with assassination attempts daily. He had had to fight off these attacks on his own, only gaining the help of his tie when he was at the brink of defeat and then it was only the minimal amount of help. Finally the reign of the British Empire was over, and his territories slowly seceded and Spain was left to care for the broken country, though he was still stingy in giving his help from the memories of the past abuse.
He had come from caring for the island nation when he spotted his Lovi sleeping under a tree, he smiled to himself and sat down on a nearby bench to rest. He watched the small boy's chest rise and fall, almost in time with the swaying of the branches above with the light breeze.
Suddenly the peace was disturbed, when Romano jolted forward and let out a bloodcurdling scream, clenching his arms around his stomach. Spain ran over, eyes wide as he flung his legs under himself as fast as he could. His Lovi was loud, obnoxious at times, but he had never shown pain such as this. He crouched down next to the young boy and looked into his eyes, the usually fierce brownish green eyes were now wide with fear, tears forming at the corners. His eyes clenched closed with pain again as he screamed again, coughing up blood. Spain loosened Romano's arms, uncovering blood soaked fabric. He quickly pulled up the boy's shirt and found a gaping hole in his precious Lovi's stomach. He looked up at the young country's face to see him sobbing, tears pouring down his face and onto his blood soaked hands. Those small, adorable hands that had punched him countless times were now weakly fumbling with the sleeves of Spain's shirt, trying to pull him closer. His back arched away from the tree and his eyes widened, both in fear and pain. He let out one last scream and fell limp against the tree, hands falling to his sides and eyes sliding closed. Blood began pooling out of a fresh wound on his chest, and a small cut was beginning to appear on the boy's throat. It was thin and exact, almost delicate in the way it curved round. It grew more and more complex, finally stopping to meet up at the beginning and finishing an intricate insignia. He sat there for a moment, staring at the motionless body and remembering the life that was in it moments before.
This is just the Prologue, setting up everything in the past so the story can continue in the present. I have a bunch of ideas for how this story is going to continue so it will hopefully be updated soon, but that doesn't always go so well for me... I hope you guys enjoyed this little preview and will comment telling me if you liked or didn't like anything and hopefully I can change some things. Sorry there wasn't any dialogue in here so it's kinda big chunks of text... The next chapter will have dialogue! Please comment, I'm like a plecostomus... I live off the filth at the bottom of the tank, anything you write will make me happy!^^