A/N: Here's the deal: I usually write happy and sparkly stuff, but I thought i would try writing in a new style, hence this. Basically, it is a Hetalia story in a Maximum Ride universe. Which means wings, and (sadly) no country status.
Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor the Maximum Ride Verse.

For Non Maximum Ride fans: This universe is just like the human world, but there is a place called "The School" in which scientists experiment on small children and combine their DNA with that of animals. Hence the wings. Then there are the escapees from the school, which are tracked down by monsters made by The School. There are not many escapees. There is also a similar company named ITEX, which has Schools ALL OVER THE WORLD. (Germany, France, England, etc.)

His wings flapped faster and faster, the beating of them got more and more unsteady, and he concentrated on staying up in the air. Blood ran down the feathers where his wings connected to his back. The things chasing him had almost caught up, and he didn't think that he could stay in the air much longer. If only there were somewhere to land… There!

A small clearing in what looked like an endless forest. He started descent, not noticing the house that occupied the clearing until he landed on it. He heard heavy flapping behind him. They were still chasing him.

He dropped heavily off of the roof, landing squarely on the Welcome mat outside the front door. Finding the door open, he ran in and hid behind a dusty sofa. He heard his pursuers land in the woods and call to each other in short grunts. He waited, barely daring to take a breath in case their sharpened hearing might catch it.

Finally, after what seemed to be hours, he heard the sound of heavy, labored flapping as they flew away. He slowly rose out from behind the sofa, wincing whenever his wings bumped into something, but too tired to tuck them into his sweatshirt; too tired to care about the dust and large mess that covered everything, as he usually would. He found his way to a bedroom and the last thing he could remember before he fell asleep on the bed was a sharp pain at the base of his wings.