Prologue

(? POV)

It was late at night. Not a sound could be heard, except for a tiny whimper or a sob every now and then. A little boy ran out of his house, crying and sobbing, holding a tiny white bear in his little hands. His parents had once again left him alone, in the house, to go to his brother Alfred's flag football game and when they had come back, they had failed to acknowledge his existence. "It's not fair!" he half-screamed, half-whispered. "They always paid attention to Alfred more! The teachers, the students, our friends, even momma and papa pay attention to him more! At least I don't make a mess of everything!" He wiped one of his eyes with one of his little hands and sat in the garden, crying and whimpering. "No one ever pays attention to me! It's not fair!"

Hallo?

The boy's head shot up, his eyes opening to reveal vivid violet orbs glowing in the pale moonlight. He stood up and clutched on to his bear tightly, not daring to make a sound.

Hallo?

The boy looked at the house next to his. It was an old house creaky that looked more like a mansion. People said that the original owners disappeared after they were about to have a son and anyone who moved in after that quickly moved back out, not giving a reason as to why they wanted to go away. Alfred had said that the house was probably haunted, and for once the boy had to agree with his brother, no matter how absurd the idea seemed. Now, as the boy stared at the house, he felt a chill run up his spine. Nether-the-less, he decided to go and look, just to see what was on the other side. After all, he didn't have anything else to do.

The boy walked up to the fence that separated the two houses together and looked around. One of the boards was loose. He cautiously walked over to it and poked it. The board creaked, and a wide hole was made. The boy's eyes widened, then he cautiously walked through the hole and gasped lightly.

The place was absolutely beautiful! The boy could see a garden of beautiful flowers and vines as far as the eye could see. They twisted and turned together, creating a beautiful paradise on earth. Moonlight shone on the little paradise, making the area glow peacefully. There were also little rocky pathways on which the boy could walk from and a little stream with a tiny bit of water flowing through it. He watched as moths and fireflies filled the tiny paradise, and observed little beetles scurrying about on the little pebbled pathway. He stared up at the sky and watched as the stars twinkled above him like little angels keeping a close eye on him. He clutched his bear and laughed a little, producing a sound like the twinkle of tiny bells.

Suddenly the paradise ended. The flowers started closing themselves, the moths and the fireflies quickly flew away, and the stars started to black out, one by one. The boy started panicking. "W-what's going on?!" he whispered fearfully, clutching onto his bear for comfort. He then spot a pair of glowing red orbs hidden away in a bush. They seemed to glow in the dark, giving off a light more powerful than the moon. One look at them and the boy screamed and fell back, whimpering and praying that the glowing red-eyed monster would not get him. He tried to clutch his bear, but he realized that he had accidentally threw it away-right in front of the red-eyed demon. The boy bit his lip and cried. He knew he should have never ran away! He didn't know what would be worst: having his parents yell at him for over an hour or being killed by the red-eyed demon. He buried his head in his hands and cried, waiting for his end to come.

Is this yours?

The boy looked up and saw a dark figure looming over him. The figure only a bit bigger than he was and it was also very hard to see. The only thing the boy could see were two glowing crimson eyes. In the figure's hand was the bear. The boy immediately forgot about the strange person in front of him and grabbed the bear. "Kumajiro!" he exclaimed, hugging the bear tightly. He looked up at the figure in front of him. "T-thank you for bringing Kumajiro back to me," he whispered, half frightened, half thankful that the demon didn't try to kill him.

"T's alright," the figure said. His voice was young, raspy, and it had a strong accent to it. "As long as I could help, zat's all." The figure lowered itself slightly. "I heard you crying, and I didn't know who it vas. I'm really sorry I scared you."

"N-no, it's alright," the boy said. He looked down at the figure's feet and gasped. "Y-you're floating!" he exclaimed in horror.

The figure moved closer to the boy. "Ja. You have a problem with zat?!" he exclaimed. The boy fearfully shook his head and the figure drew back. "Zat's what I thought," it muttered.

The boy shivered again when he noticed something on the figure's head and frowned. "H-hey, is that a hood?" he murmured. Curiosity replaced fear as the boy started to reach out towards the hood. "Maybe if you would take off that hood, you wouldn't seem so scary," he murmured.

"N-nein!" the figure exclaimed. He grabbed the top of his hood and pulled it down. "I don't vant you to!"

"And why not?"

"Because!" the figure exclaimed. "Just because!" He started to back away from the boy, pulling the hood over his face.

The boy walked closer over to the figure. "Why not?" he whispered. He reached out his hand to the figure and grabbed the hoodie.

"NO!" the figure screamed. A blast of wind knocked the boy over and sent him and Kumajiro flying to the fence. The boy's eyes widened as he saw the red orbs glowing with hate and anger. He gripped Kumajiro tightly. "B-but…why…"

The orbs got closer to him and stared into the boy's violet ones. "Because…I…I'm a…monster…"

The boy frowned. "Who said that?" he asked.

"Everyone."

"Who's that?"

"Mutti, Vati, Opa, the people I used to call friends…everyone, except two people. But they died a long time ago."

The boy frowned. "I don't think you're a monster," he said.

"But my eyes…"

"You just scared me, that's all," the boy said. "I'm sure you didn't mean any harm."

"But…"

"Hey, it's okay! Besides, I bet you look…awesome." The boy grinned.

The figure chuckled. "That's what my friends called me. They said that my looks made me awesome, but…I don't really think that's true anymore…"

"Of course it is!" the boy exclaimed, slowly gaining confidence. "And anyways, my eyes are kind of weird too." He grinned and pointed to his violet orbs.

The figure smiled. "Heheh…yeah," he said. "Almost as awesome…as mine…" The figure took off his hood. It was a boy around ten or twelve years old with red orbs for eyes and silvery-white hair as pure as the snow that the boy loved to play in. His red eyes were filled with hesitance, but also mischief and wild excitement. The boy smiled happily. "See, I told you you weren't a monster," he said. "So um…what's your name? My name is Matthew Williams."

The other boy grinned wildly, mischief in his eyes. "The name's Gilbert. Gilbert Bielshmidit!"

HELLO WORLD HOW AWESOME IS IT TO SEE YOU AGAIN?

*dodges bullets* Alright, alright, I'll admit that I haven't been doing much, or anything at all, but let's just say it's a simple case of writer's block with a touch of laziness. And both are...well, I don't really like them combined to join forces against me. So I'm trying to fight back with a fic that has somehow escaped the barriers Writer's Block and Laziness have put up around my brain. So...yeah...

Plz don't kill me if it's bad! *makes shield of white flags*

Disclaimer:

Me: England?

England: WHAT?!

Me: Hard day with America and France?

England: Yes...

Me: Well, sorry. Can you do the disclaimer anyways?

England: I suppose so *turns to reader(s)* Iggy-bunny does not own Hetalia and never will. EVER.

Me: Thanks Iggy!

England: Your welcome and DO NOT CALL ME IGGY!

Me: ...running away now... *runs*

And before I forget:

Gilbert - Prussia

Matthew - Canada

Alfred - America