Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Warnings: This will be a gory story, and there will be death.
The forests, a mix of evergreens and trees that lose their leaves in the fall, made up the forests of Slovakia. Animals on the ground called to one another, and life went on as normal.
Above it all, a swarm of birds hunted in a group. Large ones and small ones, all darted in and out of the mismatched trees. Bugs, fruits, and roots were swallowed down their awaiting throats.
One white-tail dashed, followed by another. Soon, the entirety of the forest was fleeing west, other than the forest itself. The stragglers, though they didn't believe in any sort of god, prayed for a quick end.
Their wishes were, of course, denied.
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