Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Warnings: This will be a gory story, with possible character death. At least, with the horror warning, that should have been obvious.
The sky over head was a strong blue, and would have been perfect in one of those postcards of some white-sanded island in the Caribbean. But this blue sky loomed over a land of snow and evergreens, all frozen in the dead of winter. The snow shone brightly, the glare making the few who dared to venture out of their cozy, warm homes wince from the brightness. It was still picture perfect, but there was nothing special to capture the eyes of anyone who wasn't used to it. Or wasn't obsessed with snow and winter landscapes.
Maybe it was because most were either hibernating or had fled the land for warmer climates, but the forest was especially silent. On the surface, it was a regular silence one was bound to find in any sort of forest, sans the ones in the tropics.
Those who were awake and out, however, would beg to differ.
Treading lightly on the glaring snow was a beast. The beast, though it prowled on, felt, in an almost self-conscious manner, that that snow was glaring at it.
The beast sneered at it.
Its eyes narrowed, and its chops tugged at the corner with an almost crazed glee as it spotted its target.
There she waited, innocent and- more importantly- ignorant, of its approach.
It lunged, grabbed her, grabbed her, then took off, almost imperceptibly, back into the wood.
From far away, her cries of wound and woe could be heard, heard for hours on end, before they stopped abruptly, completely.
And then the forest was silent once again.
How was it?