Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Prologue
The prisoner could hear the guards moving about from outside his cell. They were trying to get as far away from him as soon as possible. Even with his head bowed, he was still an imposing figure. But he couldn't hold a candle to his master.
Thinking about his master made him smile. His master had given him a large array of gifts, and all he asked for was his loyalty, which he gladly gave.
The prisoner knew why the guards were giving him such a wide berth. How long had it been since he'd been locked inside? Decades? Centuries? And yet, he was still alive. Even if the guards hadn't fed him in a long time, he couldn't die. He couldn't die unless his master was killed. And his master couldn't be killed.
The only way he knew that time had passed was through the guards. He could hear young voices grow mature before becoming old. He heard them being replaced. And every now and again, there would be a new guard that didn't know who he was, and thought him to be dead. Once the cell doors opened, the prisoner would lift his head, and the guard would stumble back, only for an experienced guard to immediately lock the door again.
It didn't matter to them that the prisoner was chained securely to the wall. Once they looked into his eyes, they could see that he was a monster in human form.
He lifted his head, cocking it to the side. He could sense it. The time had come.
He smirked, breaking the chains that bound him. The moment that he and the others had been waiting for had finally arrived.
His master had awoken.
