A/N: Welcome to the Game of Shadow. This is a game where your favourite coutries have been transported to complete a given mission! Enjoy! Also, feel free to review and give feed back. Feed back gives me an idea of how I can improve and what the opinions of all you awesome readers are. (This is the prologue. The really story begins in the next chapter. As you should ALL know, I do not own Hetalia.)

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I groaned, feeling a rapid pulse throbbing in my skull. Blurry was my vision, though it seemed like nothing interesting surrounded me. Just…grey. Everything looked grey, but not like a dark grey: grey like a cloud floating through the crystal sky. Blinking a few times, I sat up. The room around me appeared to be empty, and coloured plainly, a simple, cloudy grey. I felt a confused expression creep onto my face, following my thoughts. Where I was seemed to be a mystery, a mystery worth solving. I slowly switched to a standing position. The pulse in my head began to subside as I ignored it. My eyes shifted, observing the plain room. Behind me, and slightly to the left, a perfectly untouched AK47 rested against the wall in a back corner. I tried to walk, telling my brain to move my foot from its standing position. Nothing, it wouldn't budge. I felt my brows furrow in slight frustration as I made another attempt. Again, no movement.

To walk, press the control stick forward.

I blinked.

"Excuse me?"

To walk, press the control stick forward.

"Oh goody… 'Can I walk?'" I grumbled at the "voice".

I managed to take one step forward before sarcastically shouting: "IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE~!"

Unfortunately, I never actually figured out exactly how I managed to amble to the gun. I reached over, attempting to pick it up; however, no matter how many times I tried to grasp it, I could never get my fingers around the gun. I grumbled in frustration.

WHAT KIND OF HERO CAN'T USE HIS WEAPON?

To pick up items, press the "A" button.

"What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?" I yelled at the voice, growing angrier with each passing moment.

To pick up items, press the "A" button.

I rolled my eyes and clenched onto the gun, picking it up…'bout time too. Placing it on my strap, I continued to look around. As a door in the back corner began to open, a chiming sound echoed throughout the room. A confused expression spread on to my face like a virus. Proceeding to the door, I listened as the voice directed me out of the room. I glanced around the room, pushing my glasses farther up the bridge of my nose. The room looked very familiar…exactly the same as the previous room. My expression changed again. I thought I would flip if another room would appear to be the exact same as this one. Taking a few steps further into the room, I heard the door slide shut behind me. I turned back, watching as a lock formed on the knob. A groan escaped my lips. This was going to be "loads" of fun, I could tell. Suddenly, my train of thought crashed as the voice spoke once again.

To open boxes and crates, press the "A" button.

I snapped my head back and forth, searching for the object mentioned. Neither boxes, nor crates rested in my line of sight. My level of frustration began to increase once again as my brows furrowed.

"What box?" I shouted, annoyance echoing in my voice. Stating that the voice was starting to piss me off was an utter lie.

To open boxes and crates, press the "A" button.

I growled aloud in frustration, letting it begin to cloud my actions and thoughts. But, after a second, I paused. Something in the back of my mind told me: "Look behind you."

Odd… the voice sounded audible too… and I recognize it… Almost as if I know it from somewhere…

"Just look behind you, you bloody American!"

"Okay, okay! Geesh!" I said, throwing my hands up in defeat. I slowly glanced over my shoulder, eventually making the 180 degree turn. Sure enough, a cloudy looking, grey box sat behind me. Kneeling down, I opened said box. I pulled out the pack, containing bullets and food, from inside the box and threw it over my shoulder. The sound of sliding metal filled my ears, how faint it sounded. I glanced over my shoulder, noticing the opened door behind me. Once again, I stood up and exited the room, praying the next wouldn't be the same. Unfortunately, the room appeared to be identical to the previous rooms (minus the gun and box that is). I looked behind me, watching the door lock up once again. I rolled my eyes for the up-teenth time, mentally asking what would happen next. Seriously, it was getting really annoying, really quickly.

I blinked. Wasn't the voice supposed to speak about now? Instead of what I'd expected, silence filled the room. I looked around, even behind me, to observe the room. Nothing, just grey. I made a face, not liking the idea of being stuck in a plain old room with nothing in it. What did they want, me to go insane while being locked up or something? Just after I thought that, that voice hijacked my train again.

"Be careful, Alfred..!"

At that moment, I snapped back hastily, fear beginning to well up inside of me.

"How the hell do you know my name?"

"Save that for later…"

"I want an answer NOW!" I yelled impatiently.

"No time for that now! You need to focus!"

"I am focused – focused on you answering me correctly!"

After a few milliseconds, it responded.

"ALFRED! BEHIND YOU!"

I gasped, refocusing on my surroundings. From below me, my shadow began to grow out, beginning to take up actual shape and mass. A target, much like that of one used in archery, formed on its "chest".

Use the "B" button to shoot the shadow-dummy.

I rolled my eyes, grumbling under my breath. Removing my gun from the strap, I took aim at the target. With two shots, I nailed the target. The shadow dispersed with a flash, then vanished. Two more appeared, but this time, the shadows began to move around. Neither attacked me yet, but they tried to avoid my bullets. This time, when I shot them, coin-shaped objects fell to the ground.

Sometimes, when you defeat an enemy, it will drop items.

"THANK YOU, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS! I CLEARLY DID NOT SEE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!" I growled at the voice.

Another one formed in front of me. It lunged, aiming to attack me. With a quick gasp, I felt sharp, claw-like blades cut my side. I bared my teeth, feeling my ego flare up.

"No one attacks a HERO and lives to tell the tale!" I chastised it, taking a few shots at it. Instead of bullets, a small puff of smoke drifted from the gun. I stared at it, confused. Bullets still loaded the gun, so why didn't it fire?

Use the "X" button to block your opponent's attacks.

Almost instantly after the voice spoke, the shadow-dummy attacked me once again. Following orders, I blocked the swipe with my gun. After the figure rebounded, a few bullets penetrated the target. With another flash of light, the shadow dispersed. I padded over and picked up the coins that scattered all over the colorless floor. As I did, the voice spoke again:

Use the manual in your bag for any further instruction.

From this moment on, the game has officially begun.