Uh, hi! This is my first fanfic ever, and really my first attempt to write a story of any kind, so I apologise if it sucks. Please no flames! Also, I knw this chapter is really short, but I really wanted it to end where it did, so that's where it ended. Hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, even though that would be the awesomest thing EVER. :D

The night was black, and silent but for the muffled booms and bangs of explosions and gunshots that could be heard far off in the distance as Matthew crouched, hidden by the tall, dry grass surrounding him. His completely black outfit, designed for stealth, had some mud on it, and the submachine gun in his arms was getting rather cumbersome, but he paid them no heed.

He had a mission to complete.

A little ways off in the distance stood a large collection of black, obviously military tents, one of them a bit bigger than the others. It was one of the enemy's camps, and in the largest tent lay General Gilbert Beilschmidt. His target.

Beilschmidt was rumored to be the one of the best at what he did, his strategies were nearly unbeatable, his armies almost always came out victorious. He was good. Really good. He was a dangerous man to be enemies with, and that was why he had to be taken out.

There were a few lights lit in the encampment, signaling that a few people were still awake, but Matthew wasn't worried. He was the master of invisibility. He'd get in, do the job he'd come to do, and slip out quietly into the eerie night. No one would ever notice him.

At least, that was the plan.

Matthew hid his bulky submachine gun in a bush on the edge of the woods a short distance from the encampment, taking care to make sure no one would see it or accidentally stumble upon it. He couldn't take it any further. This mission required finesse, not brute strength. That was why he had been chosen for this mission and not his brother Alfred.

He took out his dagger and his pistol fitted with a silencer. They were all he needed for this mission. One to carry out the mission and one just in case. All he had to do was get into Beilschmidt's tent, slit his throat or something of the like, and the enemy will have suffered a major loss, Matthew's side on it's way to winning the war.

Matthew slowly inched closer to the camp, making sure to stay low, under the cover of the tall grass. He may have been nearly invisible, but not completely, and if he got caught because someone had seen a random head popping out of the grass, the only thing to blame would be his own stupidity. Recklessness was not his thing, that was more Alfred's job.

After a long while of slowly inching, Matthew had finally made it to the edge of the encampment. He was now hidden behind one of the tents on the edge of the camp, less than fifty feet away from General Beilschmidt's tent. He weaved through the maze of tents separating him from from his target quickly, quietly, through the shadows until he stood directly in front of Beilschmidt's tent.

He stood there, in a shadow, for a second, gathering his wits, and took a deep breath. He had gotten this far, there was no turning back now. This was just another job. No reason to be nervous, he'd done this many times before.

Having assessed that there was no one awake in the tent, Matthew silently, tentatively pushed back the flap of the tent acting as a door, and went in. The inside of the tent was nearly pitch black, and he had to stop for a second to let his eyes adjust.

When he could see, he carefully crept across the tent towards the human-sized lump buried under a pile of blankets on the bed in the far corner. But even as he took out his dagger, he sensed something not right. Something was... off. He had to do this fast, before something bad happened. He moved closer to the bed, until he was standing right beside it. This was bad. He could feel it in every beat of his heart, every step he took. Heart pounding, he moved even closer and reached out his arm-

And felt the sharp, unforgivingly cold steel of a knife press against his throat.

"Don't move." breathed a low, dangerous voice from behind him.

So yeah, that's that I guess. Was that a decent cliffhanger? It seemed much better when I was plotting it out in my head. Review please~! And I'm terribly sorry it's so short, I'll try to make the chapters longer in the future. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up by like next week. :D

Bye, mein lieblings! :D

~Potter-chan