Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia Characters, nor the cover photo.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. Ladies and Gentlemen, please be kind to me and enjoy. Reviews and comments are highly appreciated.
Prologue
Time Check – 12:59 A.M. Greenwich Meridian Time
Silence.
Despite the soft ticking of the grandfather's clock, and the faint dripping of the broken faucet, the unnerving silence echoes within the room. In its farthermost corner, next to the broken faucet, stands an unruly-haired, blond teenager with teal eyes, holding a sharp, pointed, thin piece of metal. Looking at the world with dull eyes, he reminisces the past for moments forcefully stolen away from him, and slowly opened his lips to chant, a verse his mother used to sing when they were little:
Hickory Dickory Dock.
Sweet, blissful memories of yesterday. Where kindness, innocence and purity encompasses the scenery, with his mother cuddling his baby brother, protecting them from the cruelties of the world, living a life without a care. Suddenly, the world swiftly changes, leaving him alone with a silhouette of a lad, slowly fading within the horizon. He runs.
The mouse ran up the clock.
Lost in an unknown world of memories, he continually chases after him, a ghostly knight of his past who opened a new door for his future, with fear of being left behind. The minute hand steadily moves as the real world comes knocking into him.
The clock struck one.
With the thundering chimes of his archaic grandfather's clock, once again, he was brought back to reality.
The mouse ran down.
He stands there, motionless, listening to his erratic heartbeat. Sighing, he looks down to his hands, trembling while holding an object that will determine his fate. He closed his eyes.
Hickory Dickory dock.
In a hoarse voice, he said "It's time to end this."
As he opened his eyes, Darkness consumed him.