Hey the is HowlingWolf'sShadow, this is my first fic and is a Naruto Hetalia crossover, it will be more centered on the later at this point and could end up a bit AU. If you like it review and tell me your opinion, if you think it can be better tell me where I could have changed it ^^
Japan had felt something was wrong with his people, not those of Japan but his other people. The ones in the secret country that none of the other nations knew about, the Hidden countries. This feeling was unlike when his secret countries had their great wars, this was different, it was coldness, and the brown-eyed Nation wanted to know the cause of it.
Walking quickly through his house Japan grabbed only a sack, before walking quickly across his back lawns and up to an old shrine. He then pushed open the door, which offered little resistance to him, to anyone else the door would have been nigh impossible to open. Not that many would want to even approach it, the shrine itself seemed to give off a killing intent. But a building could not feel and could not give off such vibes, yet this was no ordinary building, no ordinary shrine. Inside it looked like any other shrine from the Meiji era, except in the centre stood a large statue of a Fox. Approaching the statue Japan kept his eyes locked with the statue, in the light of his candle its eyes seemed almost alive, but most would dismiss this as only someone such as England would believe such a creature could exist, for everyone knows that foxes do not have nine tails.
Bowing his head Japan uttered a prayer in his oldest dialect, the words seemed almost foreign to his own tongue, but still he spoke them clearly and without hesitation. Now was no time to be slow, the coldness was moving, he had to be quick. These thoughts moving through the dark-haired Nations head he quickly moved through the hole now visible at the statues base and into a cave system.
Exiting the caves, Japan lost no time in gaining his bearing, the coldness was slowing its growth meaning he had to hurry, his people needed him. The terror of a child, it compelled him to move faster, a shadow amongst shadows, seen as nothing more than a willow-the-wisp.
Moving through the town, in this place they called it a Village but on the other side it would be a town or a city. No one noticed the Nation or heeded him in any way as he moved through them.
Arriving at a quieter area Japan knew he was close, moving through a set of gates, smaller than those guarding this Village but impressive none the less he took in the symbols on the doors, a fan, red and white. Splattered with blood now.
He walked slowly, feeling his heart grow heavy each time he came across one, a dead body. All of the same family, all killed without a second thought.
Lifting his head suddenly Japan heard the noise that had driven him here, a child crying. Plaintive and desperate, amongst the dead, that only a short while previous had been his family. Hurrying forward Japan saw crouched on the ground a child, his hair black yet with a blue tint in the suns last rays. There was blood around the boy and on him. Approaching the boy Japan could not help the half intake of a breath as the boys dark tearful eyes turned towards him, revealing a child of no more than 6 or 7 years. The child trembled slightly then suddenly his arms were around the Nations waist and he was sobbing uncontrollably onto him.
Looking down at the boy Japan knew that he would take this boy and raise him, far from this land of blood and tears, in his own home. As a son.
So what are opinions? Should I just abandon it here?