Wassup! I will be writing a Heta Oni fanfic, based off the anime Hetalia and the video gane Ao Oni. I hope you enjoy it. Before anything, the idea of this came from my good friend Berry, who is part of the group behind the author 'HetaliaMDBH' on .com. I would check out their stories if I were you. Now, onward with the story!

Prussia sighed, turning in the cot, his body sore all over. Today had been hard, as the days before him would be. He pulled at his white hair, trying to fall asleep but failing miserably. He decided to just stop fighting to keep his eyes closed. Prussia stared at the ceiling above, his red eyes thoughtful, as he recalled all that happened mere hours ago. He had once again heard that voice... he had thought maybe the others had too, but they just had stared at him weirdly. The voice was so familiar though... as if he heard it long ago. He chuckled softly. Maybe he was turning into England, hearing hallucinations...

Prussia suddenly stiffened against the floor, crimson eyes widening. What is that, he thought, feeling his blood being drained from his face. He could hear a girl crying nearby, muttering painfully to herself. Prussia's lips turned down in a frown. Was someone crying in the room?

He rose to a sitting position, looking at the others around him. Everyone was fast asleep, snoring or muttering to themselves quietly. No one looked to be gone, and clearly no one was crying. Prussia's face crinkled in confusion. Who was crying?

His eyes widened in realization. Could there be someone else here too? Who also was in pain? Who needed comfort? Prussia sighed before grimacing. He needed to find this girl, and see what he could do. Or maybe it was all in his mind, he tried to reason, the voice in his head... but the girl's cries disturbed him. He needed to go see who was making such a mournful sound.

Prussia quietly got up and dressed quickly, slipping his sword in its scabbard. He walked softly to the door and slipped through the small opening of it, walking down the stairs before reaching the room. The girl's cries came louder as he softly walked outside the room and into the hallway. He looked around, hoping that he would not meet up with the monster. It was the last thing he needed right now.

Prussia moved on, wincing every time the floor boards beneath his feet groaned. He 'sshh'ed at them, trying to step softly, but the floor boards seemed to ignore him as they kept on making creaks. He began to look around nervously, feeling as if the monster would come from any corner, but he still walked on. He passed many doors in the corridor, and he occasionally peered into them, but he didn't see the girl who supposedly was making the cries he still heard.

The girl's voice came louder as he neared the second floor. He looked down the stairs before quickly running down them. He sighed in relief when they didn't make a single creak. Prussia looked around, hand on his sword's hilt, as he approached the source of the cries. He couldn't help but to let a smile touch his lips. Maybe once he found this person, she would bring assets to the countries' survival. Maybe she would be one of the keys to get them all out of here…

Prussia began to race ahead, as the cries seemed to be around the next corner. His steps echoed down the hall as Prussia turned the corner and went on. However, his smile disappeared when he realized the cries were getting fainter. "Vhat the hell…" Prussia muttered before backing up a bit. It was not long before the voice got softer again. He sighed in frustration as he slowly walked forward, until he finally found the spot where the cries of the girl were the loudest. The problem was, there was no room to go into. The hallway was empty, and had no doors, yet next to that particular wall was where the voice was the strongest.

Prussia turned around in confusion. Where was the girl? Why were the cries loudest here? Prussia gasped as he realized something. What if the monster had led him here with the girl's painful cries, like leading a dog to a trap, to pick the countries off one by one… That bastard, Prussia thought, as a growl escaped his lips.

A floorboard creaked behind him, and in one fluid motion, Prussia had taken out his sword. A shadow was approaching the corner. Prussia waited, adrenaline already starting to run through his veins. His breaths came quicker, and Prussia swallowed back the scream that was crawling into his throat. Why did he not bring someone along? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Now he would have to…

Once Prussia saw the figure, without a second thought, he struck.