Prologue: Date is August 19, 1998

Hello! Thank you for finding the time to read my new story! I do not own the Hetalia characters or the show they come from. All I own is the idea. So, without further ado, here is the story!

Canada's Point Of View

I should have trusted my gut feeling that night. This was the night my world got turned upside down. This was the night I died.

"It's cold out tonight. I have to hurry home before Kumajiro destroys the house"

"Young man, may I please have a moment of your time?" I turn to see who had spoken to me.

"S-sure." I should have said no. This was the worst mistake of my soon to end life.

"This is a more private matter. Will you please step over there so we will have more privacy?" NO! Don't go!

"O-okay." It is happening again. Why did I have to be so stupid? I knew that I needed to get home, but I still didn't refuse. Why must it happen over and over again? My existence became HELL that night.

As I stepped over into the dark alleyway, shivers ran up my spine. Something felt off. Then I felt a stab of pain on the right side of my neck. Then a light show began as I passed out.

The Attacker's point of view

I gently set the boy down after the, delicious, meal he gave me. It's about time to start the ritual. I take out the special blade out of its sealing box. I then felt the bloodlust emanating from the blade, such a naughty thing it was. I knelt down and slit his wrist with it, followed up with the slitting of my own wrist. I leaned over the boy and let a few drops of blood fall onto the boy's slit wrist. It set of a chain reaction of screams, flailing limbs, and the obviously unbearable pain. I searched through my pockets to find the piece of paper that held the directions to the boy's house. I noticed that the boy had passed out from the pain, how innocent.

"Welcome to your new life, Matthew." I smile, barely able to hide the sarcastic tone in my voice.

_~*~_Well that's it for this chapter! Hope you liked it!