Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. But I do kinda own the design for Goth!Talia, so if you'd like to use it, you have my permission. Just don't pass it off as your own idea if you do, please and danke.

Also, Goth!England's original name was Lestat but... due to the site saying we can't use Anne Rice's stuff, I can't use the name. He will be going by his backup name, Jack (but you'll see him referred to as Jackie Boy more often).

"Night~ Where are you~? I'm not finished with you yet~"

The raven-haired Frenchman in question shuffled deeper into his closet, pressing bloodstained hands to his mouth in an effor to contain his screams. His shirt was torn in several places, the white fabric stained scarlet from his injuries. Night clasped his hands together and whispered a shaky prayer in his native tongue.

"Ne le laissez pas me trouver, s'il vous plaît, je serai un bon petit Français et aller à l'église tous les dimanches, s'il vous plaît ne laissez pas me trouver..."

A quiet boom of thunder echoed into his little sanctuary, followed by the approaching sound of his tormentor's footsteps. Every now and then there was a sharp cracking along the walls-Jack's whip, that devil instrument that haunted his waking nightmare of a life-and the tingling crackle of lightning outside.

Night was suddenly reminded of something his dear friend Iommi had once said-something about other worlds, with other versions of themselves. "S'il vous plaît, si vous avez de l'amour pour un pauvre Français," he prayed desperately, "m'envoyer à l'un de ces autre monde et ramener un fort moi pour faire face à Jack, parce que je vais mourir si je tente d'!"

A flash of lightning, blacker than the night itself, shot down outside his bedroom window, jolting the poor Frenchman up in abject terror only to have him collide with a low shelf. He slumped to the floor, vision slowly fading black...

Very short teaser chapter... prologue... thing. I promise to update regularly!

Translations: (Blame google translate for errors.)

Ne le laissez pas me trouver, s'il vous plaît, je serai un bon petit Français et aller à l'église tous les dimanches, s'il vous plaît ne laissez pas me trouver... = Do not let him find me, please, I'll be a good little Frenchman and go to church every Sunday, please do not let him find me...

S'il vous plaît, si vous avez de l'amour pour unpauvreFrançais, m'envoyer à l'un de ces autre monde et ramener un fort moi pour faire face à Jack, parce que je vais mourir si je tente d'! = Please, if you have love for a poor Frenchman, send me to one of those other worlds and bring a strong me to face Jack, because I will die if I try to!