Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me, or anyone other than the one who created it. Seriously, this story is only made for entertainment, and not for any financial purpose.


Prologue:

The smell of burned wood and copper filled the air as a white-haired boy stood at the edge of the small village. He stood wide eyed at the scene in front of him. A sense of horror cruised through him; a name crept at his mind. He called, hoarsely, the name, rushing into the destruction, with no sense of self-preservation. He rushed feverishly through the raging flames, avoiding the fire itself as best as he could. His instinct screamed for him to get out, yet he still entered, hurrying through the fire. The blood rushed to his face and his heart pounded in his chest.

The heart scorned him as he coughed, wobbling each running step. He glanced around, a face of pure angst and hope. He shrieked his brother's name loudly, before breaking down in a coughing fit. A roof from a building crashed down, its flames along with it, next to him. He jumped away, his vision swaying. Bile crept up his throat as he noticed that he accidently landed on something gruesome, and familiar. He crawled away, before pushing himself off the ground and running, away from the dead body of his neighbor. He noticed more dead bodies as he ran, tears bidding their time. He didn't care about them. He didn't care about them. One person, please just be that one person safe. He doesn't care about any of them. Hope and despair clashed together, battling out inside him. He ignored the heat, the pain, and the lack of oxygen. He kept running and searching. He yelled, not caring of the smoke in the air. He needed to find him. He needed to find his brother. His little brother, his sweet little brother.

"Ludwig!" He yelled louder, hoarsely, even more than before. He kept yelling, the same name over and over. He, then, fell out the floor. His breathing was barely there, and his body racked in coughing fits. He wheezed, trying to breath. He can see everything closing in. He tried to force himself to stand up, and keep searching yet the body had finally reached his limit. He wanted to close his eyes, and rest. He wanted to sleep, away from the fire, away from the retching smell. He wanted—

"Brother!" A voice rang out, and the boy snapped awake. He pushed himself off the floor, gathering the strength that rise from the child-like voice. He peered up, noticing in a distance, a little boy stood. He broke out in a grin, before flimsily standing up. He ran, quicker to the little blond boy. His arms outstretched, he gathered the child in his arms, and ran faster.

"Brother, what are you doing? Let go! Mother and Father are—are still here!" Ludwig screamed, as he felt the wind rushing past his ears. The older boy ignored him, running with all his might. He ran past the dead bodies, covering his little brother's eyes from the horrid sight. He ran. He kept running until a forest loomed ahead. He entered the forest, without realizing it. He just kept running. He needed to keep running. His brother was safe in his arms, and he must continue to run to protect him. He need to get his little brother away, away. Away from what?

There will be people who will do anything to get Ludwig.

He needed to run, for just like Mother said, those people will do anything. They will do anything to get his little brother. He doesn't know why, and it doesn't matter right now. It never will, not until they were safe. They need to be safe first. He kept running, his little brother in his arms, into the vast unknown world.


A few years later~

A gunshot rose above the crowd. A man grunted before slumping down, his eyes wide eyed and dazed. A big bloody hole was right in the middle of his forehead. The bullet was still in there, poisoned in the case he still lives. Woman starts screaming and kids crying. The soldiers barked orders to each other and searching around for the assassin. In all of the commotion, no one notices the man with white hair slip out.

A message left. A challenge send. Now, what will you do dear King?


A/n: So how do you like the first chapter of the rewrite? reviews are approved because I fucking know I need them!