So I thought up a new idea for a fanfic now that I'd finished my other one. But, I'm just warning you all that this is going to be so different from what I usually write. Mainly, my other fics have been more comical without much seriousness but this is going to be a very tragic story I could tell you that much (because I don't want to give any spoilers away). So, I hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me. (This is applicable to all future chapters so I don't have to take the time mentioning clarifying every single chapter)

Lukas stared forlornly out the fogged up window as his great uncle's old, beat up car rolled down the roads of rural Massachusetts. The expression on his face was unreadable as his striking blue eyes held no sign of life in them as they watched the falling raindrops plummet down from the dark, cloud filled sky. Lukas paid no attention to his surroundings in the car as he was completely engrossed in his mind's depressing thoughts. He was wishing he could be back in Norway but instead he had to be here in some boring American countryside. He cursed his mother for sending him and his brother to this rotten place to stay with some uncle of his that he had never even heard of up until a few weeks ago. Lukas remembered that day clearly as if it was yesterday. It was the day that would destroy his life.

Lukas walked down the hall nervously with his little brother Emil at his side. It was hard for him to keep his emotions under control, but he had to, especially in front of Emil. He had to be strong for him and his brother if they wanted to get through this. They would, Lukas told himself, they would.

As they got closer to their mother's room at the end of the hall, Lukas could feel his heart beating faster as they approached. The white walls of the hospital which were supposed to create a lighter atmosphere in this place of death did nothing to calm Lukas's shaky nerves. All hope he had had before was gone for he had been to this place too many times to believe in it anymore. He just prayed that whatever his mother wanted to say to them was not those dreaded words he was struggling to avoid thinking about.

When the two brothers entered the all too familiar room they were greeted with the same scene they had been greeted with for the past few years. Their once strong mother now layed on a white hospital bed hooked up to a bunch of machines that Lukas sadly knew all the functions of. Her frail body lay limply on the bed as her ghostly pale face held an expression of pain that Lukas hated to see. That strong and energetic mother he once knew and loved was gone and as the doctors consistently kept telling him, she would never be like that again.

"Boys." Lukas winced as he heard that pained voice. His heart ached to hear his dear mother in such pain. "Come here."

Obediently, Lukas and Emil approached their mother with solemn expressions. They wanted to look happy for her but it was just so hard to smile during these conflicting times.

"I wanted to tell you boys something." Lukas's heart began to speed up again. Please don't say it, he thought. This can't be the end.

"I know your lives have been nothing but torture ever since your father passed away." Both boys wanted to say something to convince her otherwise but both knew that that was a lie and couldn't possibly bring themselves to say it. "But I want you to know that I love you both and only want what's best for you. So I hope that you won't hate me for doing this and realize that it's for your own good."

Lukas glanced at Emil and could tell his brother was having the same dreadful thoughts as he was. She wasn't leaving now, was she? All these years of struggling, for it to end like this? No, it wasn't happening.

"I want to tell you that I'm," No, Lukas thought. He won't let her go! He'll do anything to prevent it, anything! He'd kill himself if he had too. "sending you to stay with your great uncle in America." No! This wasn't happen- wait, who?

Lukas could feel the tears in his eyes as he unsuccessfully tried to avoid remembering that dreadful memory. He quickly wiped them away so as not to lose his stoic demeanor. After losing his father and most of his mother, he made a vow to himself that besides for Emil, he would never let anyone into his heart. He couldn't take anymore tragedies in his life. And he definitely didn't want to take that chance.

Lukas was startled slightly as Emil lightly nudged him. "We're here." He said quietly. Lukas slowly turned to look out the window and he only sunk into a deeper state of depression as he saw his new home. It was an old victorian house that had definitely seen better days. The original light blue paint had faded to a nasty grey and the broken window shutters were hanging from their hinges. One of the steps to the front porch was caved in and one side of it's roof had been broken off. The lawn was dead and the few trees on the lot were barren. At this sight, Lukas longed for his home in Norway more than ever. But he knew that was impossible.

Lukas and Emil took their luggage out of the trunk in silence as their great uncle leaned against the car smoking a cigarette. "I have to drive into town for a while so you guys go on inside and settle in." He said, though it was obvious he was not overly enthusiastic about these new arrangements. He had barely said anything to them ever since he picked them up from the airport let alone acknowledge them.

Lukas and Emil took out the last of their luggage and placed it down on the curb and closed the trunk. Then, without any sort of goodbye, they watched their great uncle get back in his car and drive off.

"Should we go in?" Emil asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"It has to be better than standing out here." Lukas said as he began to haul the luggage down the long, stone path towards the house. Emil quickly followed suit and in a matter of minutes they had brought all their luggage onto the porch. They then stood looking up at the big, oak door for a few seconds before looking at each other. Both boys' faces had a look of uncertainty and their usual lifeless blue eyes held a tiny hint of sadness. Lukas then took the first step and reached out his pale hand to grasp the door handle. He turned it slowly as if something would jump out at them from behind the door. But all remained still as the door opened to reveal a dark house. The only noise from inside were the hinges of the door as it slowly creaked open. The two brothers stood staring for another few seconds until Lukas said, "Come on, what are we standing here for. Let's go inside." He picked up his luggage and set it down on the floor near the door. Emil followed him inside and brought in his luggage.

"There's got to be a light switch in here somewhere." Lukas said as he looked around for a switch. His shoes steps echoed throughout the eerily, silent house. Emil just stood in the corner watching his brother. He never really liked the dark and even though he was older now, he still got anxious whenever there was no light around.

"Found it." A burst of light flooded the front hall as Emil let out the breath he was holding. In the light, the house really wasn't all that bad. Framed pictures of presumably ancestors lined the brown colored walls and a large, wooden staircase sat at the end of the hall. Lukas assumed their rooms were upstairs so he picked up his luggage and headed for the staircase.

"You coming?" He asked Emil. Emil nodded and followed his brother's lead. When they got to the landing Lukas quickly felt for another light switch and upon finding one turned it on. This room too was then flooded with light making it all the more bearable.

Lukas and Emil walked down the long hallway of closed wooden doors. Most of them were either locked or were not used for bedrooms. Finally, they came upon two doors across from each other both leading to bedrooms. They each chose a room and began to unpack.

Lukas wasn't at all impressed with his new room as he took a quick look around. Besides for the bed, there was a small dresser, a night table, a mirror and a wooden rocking chair. The windows were too dirty to view out of and the floor creaked with every little step he took. Becoming bored of his room, Lukas decided to take a look around the house. He informed his brother where he was going and headed down the stairs.

Lukas looked through the living room and dining room but didn't find anything too interesting. He took a look around the large kitchen only to find that it was practically empty. There was a small library, parlor and even a conservatory. Though still, nothing caught Lukas's eye. He then went upstairs to look through the unlocked rooms but mostly found storage rooms. After he had searched the house he figured that he would never grow to like it here.

Lukas headed back to his room to get ready for bed. Tomorrow he and Emil would have to start school at the town's high school. Lukas was dreading that, he hated having to introduce himself to people. But he didn't really seem to have a choice so he would just have deal with it. As he was trying to get to sleep though, a thought occured to him; he hadn't seen a piano in this house.

So, hopefully we'll meet some more characters next chapter :) Thanks for reading and tell me what ya'll think!