Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me, for I am not the beautiful person who created Hetalia


He heard the voices everywhere.

They never stopped. They were continous.

Always telling him what to do, never giving him a choice as to how he wants to run his life.

The voices were annoying and were to be exterminated as soon as someone found out who was in control of these voices.

He remembered that a while ago someone dropped him off at this horrid place, where even more voices were crammed into his mind.

He thinks this person was his mother. Not sure though.

His voices told him to do things.

Horrid things.

He was encouraged one time to kill his roommate. He opposed though, because his roommate seemed cute even if he had never spoken a word to him before.

Pretty sure the place was called The Asylum. Not sure. Too blurry to remember.

His roommate is a cute blondie. Nobody really notices him though.

He would have the guts to do it today, though, the main voice in his head said, as the boy lifted the razer, bringing it above his head and down, swiftly lodging it into th block of wood to form the mouth.

He sighed, noting someone was calling his name.

Turning his head, he heard a gasp from behind him somewhere. He decided to crane his head to see the person who gasped, realizing it was the cute blondie who seemed flustered.

"H-h-hey. I know this might be a bit wierd and all having been roommates for a few years, but my name is Matthew." the cute blondie spewed as he cutely tilted his head to the side, his face graced with a small smile. "What is your name?"

KILL HIM

Shut up. Why can't anyone hear the voices.

"Hey. My name is Prussia. Nice to meet you. I hope this is the beginning of a good relationship." Finally. He spoke to the cute blondie.

Little did he know, though, was that when Matthew walked away, he had a smirk on that would give Ivan nightmares and his thought of, "Oh, it is just the beginning."


A/N: I apologize for not updating. Do what you wish to me.