Hello Reader! I see you've clicked on a story named 'Kill Them All'? Excellent choice! But please remember, I named it 'Kill Them ALL' for a reason... So... Please be warned... ^^

Synopsis: You don't how you got here, why you got here, or what your point is to be here. All you really know is that there is some kind of battle raging, a battle between two mirrored sides, but life is the only prize available. You are not on either of these sides, and your only goal is to stay alive. But what lengths will you go through to keep your life? Who will you trust? Who will you follow? And why do you keep thinking of those three words some stranger told you in the very beginning? Hetalia vs. Reader vs. 2P!Hetalia.

Genre: Suspense, tragedy, horror, angst, mystery (sort of...?)

Rated M: For character death, strong swearing, a bit of gore (nothing compared to Higurashi, but still enough to justify an M rating) and various other mature themes.

Other warnings: Unisex!Reader (I've been told that the reader resembles a female more, but I shall try and keep them as gender-neutral as possible :3), Frightened!Reader (No badass main character here… sorry… -_-), and OOC characters. Also, this wasn't beta-read…. Yeeeeah… Hey, at least I'm warning you beforehand… ._.

NO COUPLES. None. Nope. That's why it's Hetalia VERSUS Reader VERSUS 2P!Hetalia. I'm HORRIBLE at writing romance, so yeah. Every relationship in here is meant as a friendship relationship... (This isn't THAT type of "M" story... ^^")

I am trying my best to make this a decent fanfiction, but I'm still learning as I go along. I've been reading a lot of critiques on other reader-inserts, as well as 2P! stories, so I know that I still have a LONG way to go before this will be considered a 'good' fanfiction. Please bear with me. Critique as you see fit, because I am EXTREMELY open to anything you guys have to say. :)

Thank you for your time, and please enjoy yourself...

It was a neighbourhood that you didn't normally walk in, and to make it worse: it was getting dark.

The sunset had just faded behind buildings of bland grey, and the clouds rolling along were now tints of navy blue and a charcoal purple. The people that were left of the shady streets were heading home, and as the streetlights flickered on, you noticed how every figure seemed to blend into this cloudy night. With somber suits and ebony uniforms, they all began to depart to where they would retire in the dusky, late-night haze.

Even with the impending darkness, you had to admit that it really was a nice summer night. A nostalgic mood seemed to sweep across the streets. The voices of the pedestrians were peaceful, with mothers carrying their sleepy children home and teenagers joking around with close friends. Businessmen lazily threw themselves onward, now done for the day, in hopes of a warm bed to rest in. You were walking home alone, but you didn't feel as alone as usual. All these people, enveloped in the same darkness, seemed to have their own stance—their own role—in this ghostly night. The air was lifeless against your skin, as if the perfect moment was somewhere close, waiting.

Still, getting as shadowy as this on a summer night meant that it had to be somewhere passed eleven o'clock. You didn't want to be out in unfamiliar streets so late, even one as calm as this. You swore that you left that new restaurant no later than nine, and you felt as if you had been walking for only a half an hour. Be that as it may, your phone had been playing your favourite song repeatedly, and time flies when you love music.

You turned a corner, but suddenly something struck you as odd as you examined the blackened walkways. It was an empty street, much unlike the one you had been pacing along. Surely there must have been cars and pedestrians passing around this area a second ago though, you swore you saw people come from this walkway... You felt the need to turn off your music and briefly examine the road ahead of you. Wasn't this the direction Google Maps told you to go?

You looked to the street behind you, the one you had just been travelling on. Nothing seemed especially suspicious. A few cars zoomed by, and one hefty woman dashed into an apartment. Maybe this road was just an uncommon pathway. Nothing to worry about.

So you trudged on, hearing nothing but your own footsteps and soft breathing. Of course, it was unnerving to walk in such dark aloneness after being encompassed by a friendly atmosphere, but you weren't too far from home. You walked to the restaurant, didn't you? You could walk home. It would be easy and you would be back in your bed at no time at all! After this there was a left turn at... at...

Shoot.

No worries, you thought to yourself, dismissing this little inconvenience, it'll come to you when you see it.

So you stared intensely at the barely-lit street names of every left turn you encountered, and even most of the right turns. Anybody watching would have thought you looked incredibly suspicious... Well, if there were any people around. As you looked around, there wasn't much light to go by anymore. Some streetlights seemed to have burned out, and only a few houses still looked occupied.

At least the houses being occupied was a good thing, right?

You felt an uneasy clench in your heart, and that was never a reassuring sign. Was there really nobody here? No figures passed along the streets, and no shadows flittered across lit windows... It could just be paranoia, but with all the talk about rapists and murderers, you knew that being here without anybody else was not the brightest decision, especially since you were practically lost. Maybe you should head back...?

Rightway! Right! That was the name of the street because it was the 'right way'! You quickly curved around the angle of an olden stone structure to find yourself in an alley. The creepy, murky horror-movie type of alley that everybody warns to avoid at all costs.

Seriously?

You stood in front of the narrow passage for a long time, determining which choice you were about to take. Should you just head back? How many more streets did you have to pass down after this? You couldn't remember. However, ANYTHING was better than heading down a passage this eerie all by yourself. That way, you were just asking for it...

So you spun around and started to walk back along the street...

Until you realized that you didn't have a clue on where you were going.

You mentally smacked yourself. Why didn't you look at the name of the street you had been on before? Well, the road you were looking for was busy, right? Just look for a busy street. No problem.

So you headed back, watching as lights were being shut off in the nearby homes. Goodness, you were tired. That new restaurant served good food though. A friend had given you a coupon and it expired in a week, so you decided you use it. However, it was in an unfamiliar neighbourhood, so you probably wouldn't go there again without someone else. Eating alone was...lonely. Well, at least you tried it.

After being lost in your thoughts for a few minutes and glancing around, you felt a shiver slither down your spine. It didn't take this long to get to Rightway, did it? Did you pass it? You took a deep sigh.

This couldn't be happening.

At least you didn't feel eyes on the back of your head or anything. There was nothing but the wind grasping at your ears with their chilling fingers. That feeling alone didn't ease you. What if there was someone here but you couldn't feel their presence? Now you were starting to talk as if this were in a paranormal movie! No way. Ghosts don't exist. Every reality show that has tried to find one ends with no avail. Scary things don't exist. Scary things don't exist...

Well, not those types of scary things, anyway.

Even with you convincing yourself, you couldn't help but hold your arms closer to your body.

Maybe you could knock on one of the doors leading to houses along this street? However, all the lights that had been on before were now off. It unnerved you. Everything was dark now. At least there was—

And there went the streetlights.

You paused in your spot for a minute, glancing up to the lights that used to be on. This had gotten really weird. Breathing heavily, you quickly made your way along the walkways, glancing at each and every one you passed. You turned right onto this route, right? So the road you were looking for had to be on the left! But wait... No... You turned right when you reached Park Street. Were there any other right turns? There was a right turn onto your street, but there may have been others too, right?

You couldn't think straight. Your head was swimming, and you swear that you could hear your own heartbeat in the soundless midnight. Did it just get colder? Then there was that feeling of something crawling up your leg. You let out a quiet squeak as you brushed it away with an abnormal speed, only to find it was a ball of fluff. You held still for a moment and took in a deep breath. Nothing to be afraid of. You tried to calm yourself down. This was nothing serious. You just needed to find the right street, that's all.

You kept walking on, wordlessly begging that a light in one of the houses would turn on. You could ask for directions then. None of them did. Maybe you should knock anyways? No, you weren't lost. Although, you did feel an unsettling amount of unease flutter like butterflies in your stomach. You tried to ignore it, staring at the street names which you no longer recognized. You went too far. You spun on your heel and went back, scolding yourself to keep an eye out this time.

Warily, with your shoes involuntarily making timid tip-tap noises along the concrete, you walked on.

Note to self: Drive home next time. In daylight.

Just as you made that mental reminder, something quickly caught your eye. Down one of the many streets you crossed paths with, there was...

A light.

A light from a lamp.

And it was moving.

You're heart pounded with thankfulness as you paced briskly—almost running—towards the ray. That was, until you stopped in sudden realization. Did you really want to go towards this light? It was a dark street. Nobody was around. The houses were asleep. What would happen if this person in front of you wasn't the type you wanted to come across? Well, then wouldn't they not have a lamp that would draw attention? Maybe? Should you really take that chance? Maybe you should watch them from afar...

You scoffed at your indecisiveness. Didn't you want one of the house's lights to turn on not two seconds ago? You were in the midst of an answered prayer, right here. Were you really going to let that go because of stubbornness? Because you 'weren't sure'? You advanced towards the light. Besides, even if they weren't someone you wanted to come across, one scream could wake up this large line of townhouses. Not to worry.

As you were getting close, you heard a male's voice echo out: "Shuí zài nà'er?"

The sound of a language you didn't understand unnerved you, but what went your back go rigid was the click that followed after it.

Your heart jumped. What was that click sound? The first correlation that appeared to your mind was a gun. But it couldn't have been a gun, right? It was just paranoia again. Of course, in such darkness, you would assume the worst and think of a weapon...

Maybe the click had something to do with that light?

You couldn't help but slowly take a step back as the lamp came closer and closer, until the shadow of a person could be seen.

Your heart was knocking on your chest so hard though... Who would this person be? Should you stay to find out? Should you take your chances with that little clicking noise? You didn't want to. You realized it now. You didn't want to go around meeting people on the street. You didn't want to put your life in another's hands. You wanted to walk home by yourself, just as you planned. Nothing else.

In this adrenaline and fright, you did the only thing you thought of; the only solution that rang out into your scattered brain.

You ran.

A man's voice shouted, but you wouldn't have ever been able to decipher it with the blood pounding in your veins. Your legs gained minds of their own as they lead you who-knows-where, cutting corners and racing past multiple bland houses.

Then there was a gunshot.

And it was close.

And it had been fired at you.

No.

No way.

No no no no no. This couldn't be happening. There's no way this was happening!

Fear turned into panic. Panic turned into shock. Shock turned into horror.

Were you going to live through this?

Nevertheless, instead of giving up and throwing your hands where he could see, your feet continued the desperate chase. Gasping heavy breaths, you ducked into a dark and narrow alleyway. Although regretful of this decision, you felt as if you had no choice. It was either scary alley or death and, even though the alley may also lead to death, it would be at a later time.

Oh good god... You were thinking about your death.

Pasting your cold, sweat-drenched back against the rigid wall, you tried to control your wearisome pants for breath. You couldn't understand how people in the movies or books could suddenly quiet their breathing within a moment like this. Your throbbing heart demanded the air, and deep, rapid respiration was the only way that you didn't feel like you were about to gag in despair.

As you assumed, your prosecutor quickly found your little hiding place.

His lamp's glare shone dauntingly into your pupils, causing you that ten seconds of white blindness. That was all your investigator needed to place the barrel of a revolver to your forehead. You whimpered as you felt the metal kiss your skin, and you froze as your eyes started to adjust.

"Jǔ qǐ shǒu lái."

What?

When you didn't respond, he repeated the statement in a harsher tone. You couldn't help but cower back into the wall, holding your hands up in an attempt to display innocence.

What was he saying?

You squinted your eyes, but nothing came into your vision. The stranger's voice relaxed only a bit at his next sentence. "Nǐ shì shéi?"

Why did that light have to be so blinding?

The first thing your eyes focused on was the metallic device floating over your head. However, as you got used to the bright lamplight, you could begin make out the shape of the being. He was a short man, with a smaller build and petite features on his body.

He huffed and continued speaking, clearly getting more annoyed by the moment. He seemed to ask another question in his bitter tongue, but your heart was hammering too loud to even comprehend the words ringing in your ears. Not that you would have understood them anyway. You were only trying to figure out what to say to an angry stranger.

Your heart raced at the danger of doing nothing, and equally so at the danger of doing something. Would you die without even knowing what you did wrong?

Your eyes adjusted a bit more as your gaze came into contact with amber slits, glaring and examining you. Lengthy, ebony hair was contained within a ponytail. You couldn't help but notice what looked like a cooking bowl, which strangely seemed to cradle a candle inside of it, clutched in the hand which wasn't pointed in between your eyes. The foreign-looking uniform he was wearing looked dark in the lighting, but not black, as you soon noticed a tint of green in the shading.

He seemed to take your silence as an answer. "Nihongo? English? Español? Rooskie yazik?"

English? You heard English!

Should you say 'English'?

"English! Yes!" you confirmed hurriedly to him, watching as his expression grew darker.

He muttered something inaudible, and you dreaded that he may not have understood your words. Perhaps you misheard?

"Hello then," he hissed in an accent. You couldn't determine the origin off the top of your head, or underneath this stress.

"Hello?" Even with the language barrier passed, the gun pointed at your nose didn't make you feel any safer. He made no attempt to lower it. Who was this guy? Why was he speaking in another language? Why was there a gun pointed at you?

"Who are you?"

Something by the tone of his voice told you he wasn't only looking for your name. You blinked, trying to stop your trembling in front of the stranger. Might as well give him what he wants...

Your voice sounded much different under pressure, you knew that. But the voice you heard at the moment you uttered your name couldn't have just been pressure eating at you. The voice you heard sounded desperate and wobbly—vulnerable and feeble. You didn't like that sound. Especially because it gave away all your emotions.

For a second, he was silent. Too long a second. Though, as you turned to contact a golden stare, you saw something similar to confusion in his expression. With the metal device still pressed against your forehead, you held your breath, waiting in suspense for the prosecutor's final verdict.

"What's your real name?"

He didn't believe you? Why? What was going on? As your mind stressed, you let your mouth take control for a while. You told him in as clear a voice as you could muster (which didn't end up as clear as you would have liked) that you weren't lying. You told him your real name the first time.

Those words were nothing but a whisper though.

Another moment of silence fell upon the two of you like a blanket of snow would. Cold, harsh silence. It was practically anticipating the move that would end your life. His hard focus analyzed almost every part of you to extreme detail. You were a bug under the microscope. He had the ability to dispose you if you didn't pass this inspection—if you didn't end up being the thing he wanted to find.

The ability to dispose you.

You held your breath.

Another word for death.

"Nationality?"

Nationality?

You shakily provided the answer. An odd question, basically a racist question, but you wouldn't pry about it. You wouldn't pry about anything. This person was in control, and you had no idea what he wanted from you. You had to play your cards carefully now. If he wanted to shoot you, he could. He would.

Don't worry. As long as you give him what he wants, he won't kill you...right?

His eyes pierced to your soul, and though you would rather look anywhere else, you knew that you had to prove your innocence in the only way you could: by not showing signs of guilt in your words or movements. Looking away would seem like avoidance. It would be suspicious. Plus, even if this man had minuscule doubts about you, he could get rid of you just to be sure.

Get rid of you.

Another word for death.

A small squeak of fright escaped your throat. You bet he heard it too, but didn't react to it in any way. He kept his face rigid and stance unmoving.

And then the gun gradually lowered.

"Why are you here?" The danger was not avoided yet though. The man's perverse glare was trained on you, almost daring you to try and run away again.

You weren't that stupid.

"I was heading home..." You started your story as calmly as you could, telling yourself that nothing you did was suspicious in any way. You didn't see anybody mysterious when you were at the restaurant, you didn't feel any type of eyes on the back of your head as you were walking home, and his face was a new face. It wasn't like you met him before some long time ago. Everything was on your side. You just had to explain it as truthfully as you could—no mix-ups or lagging. You might only have one chance to do this. "I think I took a wrong turn, and I got lost. Everything is so dark and there are no houses that seem to be occupied, so..."

"You walked into here?"

Into here?

"Yes?"

"Alone?"

Should you really answer that?

"Yes."

Another pause.

However, this pause was different from the others. The gunman pursed his lips and seemed to be thinking deeply about something. His glance trailed to outside the alley, as if looking for something, then back. You waited. It was the only thing you could do in the dramatic hesitation.

"Aiyaa..." He frowned, scratched the side of his head. His stare went from intimidating to troubled, and he kept jerking his eyesight around the area. You couldn't help but follow his example and try to find what he seemed to be searching for, even though you knew catching sight of it would be even more dire to your situation.

He sighed, tossing his gun into a smooth-looking holster. "Okay. Get up."

Still in a slight daze, you kept your eyes up to him and blinked.

"Get. Up." He abruptly clutched your arm and hoisted you up from your slumped position. You nearly toppled onto him, but caught your balance just as he tugged you out of the alleyway. He kept his hard grasp on your arm through all this. "We don't have much time as it is."

You were forced to trail along his footsteps, nearly running to keep up. He practically dragged you passed dingy streets and olden brick buildings, treading much too close to the edges of them to be considered trustworthy. Plus, his gaze darted around to abandoned homes and walkways as if something would jump out at any moment. You unintentionally accelerated to keep close to him.

"What's going on?" you asked, somewhat panicked. The man kept his investigating eyes on the road. You attempted to pull your arm away, but his grip was like steel.

Hold on. Was he trying to kidnap you?

"No time to explain." He immediately spun a random corner, yanking your arm with him. Another alley was down this way, and the two of you dodged littered boxes of rotting food and dumpsters reeking of fish. The only sounds you heard were the tapping of two pairs of shoes and your throbbing heart. In fact, you felt everything in your body throbbing. Your shoulder throbbed from the hauling, your feet throbbed from the dashing, and your head throbbed as it tries to process all the information.

Another tug and you were briskly passing by run-down shacks, their yards cluttered with aged garbage and muddy toys. From opened walls you could barely see the gleam of rusty appliances sitting on decaying shelves, and paint peeling to reveal beetles and maggots clutching on. The light was so dim that you had to squint to notice the other side of the street, which seemed so far away. Far away. You spun your head to behind you, watching the way you came from get smaller and smaller. So much for a quick walk home.

Home. It felt like such an inviting word at this moment.

You wanted to pull away and run. Run down the streets and magically stumble upon your house… Then your mind flashed to the gun. You pursed your lips. It would be safer just to go with him and find out what he wants. Not that you supported the kidnapping, but it would be safer. Your life is more important than a stupid risk to run away.

Then he hurried across the road, once again keeping as close to the side as he could. These streets were like a maze. What could be hidden in this unfamiliar territory that this man was so cautious to avoid? A criminal? A monster? A demon? Your mind reeled at the possibilities. Him holding that gun only sent your assumptions to bigger and badder types of enemies.

That's when he froze.

You froze too, your ears suddenly coming alive for any possibility.

The man peered behind you, holding his lamp up high to examine, and you followed his gaze to glance upon the empty walkway. Your palms were sweating in anxiety, and you felt your body shake in fear. Your eyes lurched from one house to the next, awaiting a goblin or zombie to crawl out and screech at you. Nothing came, and that's what made you even more afraid. It was waiting, and you were waiting for it. No matter what it was, it had the gunman beside you worried.

He shoved an item in your hands.

Your fingers wrapped around something that felt like leather.

"Take this." A belt. A belt with a holster, cradling a metallic weapon. "Wear it somewhere they can't see it. Once they know your armed, they won't hold back."

He pulled you along once again, and you struggled to keep up, mentally and physically. "Wait. Who are they? Why would they come after me? I didn't do anything bad, I swear! I'm just trying to get—"

All of a sudden, he stopped and spun around, his bronze eyes staring straight into yours. His grave, almost stressed voice sent shivers up your spine. "This isn't just about you, alright? They're after all of us. Now, you have two choices, and only two choices. You can take that gun and fight them with us, or you can be their prey. Those are your options."

That was when he dropped your arm and continued his nimble pace alone. Terrified to be deserted in such a bloodcurdling setting, you jogged back to his side.

"But how do I get—?"

"Keep your voice low," he hissed in his thick accented voice, jerking his head around the surroundings as if your words would awaken something.

You breathed an apology, once again fearfully following his gaze. The chill of night's wind nipped at your fingers as they curled themselves around a weapon. "How do I get home? I don't want to hurt anybody, just..."

You turned to him desperately. However, he made a point of looking away from you. You couldn't see his facial expression with the shadows dancing on his features. He spoke his next words in a hushed tone. "There is no way out."

You blinked, and prayed to the heavens that you heard that voodoo sentence wrong. You asked him to repeat what he said, just as your heart started to race in horror as he faced towards the bleak sky with faraway eyes.

"We've looked everywhere," he whispered, just as a deep, painful sigh escaped from his lips, "but there is no way out."

Without looking at you, he took your wrist and dragged you along. You attempted to put the pieces together. A dark place, a mystery loose in the streets, and you were trapped in here. The leather in your fingers hinted at your options, two options which you certainly did not want to take. Anxious tears pricked your eyes.

It couldn't be real. You were in some kind of cruel prank someone decided to pull. It scared you nonetheless.

"But I walked in here. If there's a way in, shouldn't there be a way out?"

His silence told you otherwise.

"Why are they after us, then? Can't we just talk things out?" You attempted to reason with the man, but he didn't even look back with his reply.

"It doesn't work like that." That was all he said, continuing his stiff stride passed darkened townhouses and run-down shops, their closed signs splattered across with disturbing crimson paint. You winced your head away.

You asked why that wouldn't work, starting to panic. Death. You could either die, die, or take this gun and kill, kill. You tried to calm yourself down with laboured breaths. This was your only life. You didn't have any chance to redeem yourself if you murdered something... Just as well, you didn't have another life. If you died here, that would be it. Murdering for your life. Would it be worth it?

No. You refused to believe it. There must be some other way! You told this stranger in front of you that people have solved problems before with agreement and rules and such. They could make a deal? What was the word to use in this situation? Oh, a compromise! They could both have their way, couldn't they? If they just—

"Just shut up!" the man snapped, interrupting your attempts at finding solutions. You instantly drew back, trying to snatch your arm away from his grip. It didn't work. "This isn't some kind of game! Do you really think we haven't tried those things? Do you really think we want to fight to the death in this hell? My comrades are being murdered by those...those...those things! And you expect me to talk to them?!"

You couldn't help it.

With the stress of everything happening so fast, with the fear and desperation which flooded your veins like a disease, and then the yelling? You just couldn't help it.

You began to cry.

You tried to rub the tears away, thinking that it would be bad if you showed such weakness, but your eyes flooded out all your fears. The man's face flashed from furious to apologetic in the blink of an eye, and realizing what he had done, he dropped his grip on you and rushed to comfort you.

"Gāisǐ de... Xiànzài wǒ yǐjīng zuò dàole... A—Are you oka—?"

You shuffled away quickly. Nope. No. You can do this. Hold yourself together.

A few drops slipped off your cheeks.

Stop crying, you can handle this. It's just a stupid joke.

But you couldn't.

You had no clue what was going on, no clue where you were, and no idea what to do now.

The stranger was silent for a moment, standing there with a regretful expression, but he gave you your space. As you cried, he faintly admitted: "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm just... I'm really just as scared as you are. I've been separated from my brothers and sisters for so long, and I'm not even sure they're alive anymore...!" His voice shook slightly as you kept the water away from your face. "This place is torture for everyone involved. We've all suffered so many losses and are put under so much stress... I can't even remember the last time I fell asleep without jumping to life at every little bump I heard... Please don't hate me. I—I'm so sorry..."

You eventually calmed yourself down enough to plead: "Just...take me back to Rightway street, that's around here, isn't it?..."

There was that somber silence again.

He smiled cheerlessly, resorting to rubbing your shoulder in an attempt to make you feel better. "I can try to get you home."

Try to get you home.

You whimpered and tried to brush away the tears, but they continued to flow as a waterfall. He didn't complain as you fell back against one of the brick walls and pressed your palms to your eyes. You felt guilty for being so weak. You felt sick from the running and stomach-churning events. You felt dizzy. You felt tired. You wanted your warm bed. You wanted your warm house. You wanted your warm family; to be in their arms, to be safe.

It was dark and lonely here.

You drained your tears, and your heaving breaths for air soon calmed, but you felt as if it was much too soon to go back to reality. You wanted to cry until everything turned out okay. You wanted to cry until the sun crept over bland buildings and your family would turn the corner, relief in their eyes, and rescue you from this nightmare. You wanted this person to say that everything would be okay. That this was a horrible dream. That everything you were feeling would only be for mere moments...

Nothing of the sort came from his lips.

You cleared away the droplets on your moist cheeks, and uncertainly, pulled away from his friendly hand.

"I... I'm okay," you lied.

He reached for your hand, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "Are you sure?"

"Yes..." You glanced away. You were scared, but you had to at least contain yourself. You wanted to leave, but you had to use your own power to do so. The holster was smooth as it trailed along in your fingers. You didn't want to fight whatever it was that he wanted you to fight, but you knew that you couldn't rely only on other people to find you. You had to find your own way out.

"There are others like me here. Others trying to escape," he suddenly explained, pulling your hand and continuing on. You took a deep breath as followed, while quietly examine the murky alleyways which surrounded you. You had to be prepared. Anything could pop up. Anything. "If we find those people, we could form a group and it would be less scary, right? It almost makes me thankful that you came along..."

You pursed your lips. What was going on, exactly? What was this? What was the point of it? Why would people (apparently) murder for seemingly no reason? Was there a reason? You had no way of finding out. You didn't even know this man's name; although, that sort of thing seemed trivial in a situation like this. Plus, he told you to keep quiet. Small talk would obviously not be appreciated.

You thought back to what he did tell you.

'Into here', he had said. You bit your lip. Darkness was the only thing that surrounded that lamp in the stranger's hands. Not even a faraway promise of civilization. Everything was black. Black houses, black trees, black streets.

Pitch black.

Where are you?

Your tears had now dried up and you felt as if your traumatic worries were sobbed out of you. You felt ready now. Not entirely free of fear, but ready to move on. You scoured the surrounding streets with a poignant stare, expecting anything to creep out.

The two of you were about to turn another corner until you heard it.

A snap.

You froze. He did too.

The snap didn't come from under your feet, but from the hazy other side of the road. You nearly yelped, but kept it in as you shuffled behind the man, whom cautiously lifted his wok like a shield. He let the light glow from the candle, which seemed to be fastened securely to the inside.

A low chuckle emanated from one of the distant alleys. "Oh... I seem to have been found out..."

The male you were with rushed you behind a nearby supermarket, just as you saw another figure make its appearance. A shadow, but no more than that. Although, with the gunman's eyes narrowing into slits, you knew that whoever this was, you did not want to get involved with them.

"Which one are you?" the male protecting you growled, flinging up his gun and aiming carefully. You buried yourself into a concrete wall, praying that you wouldn't suddenly feel something squishy or mouldy on its surface.

"Depends," the other, whom sounded male but had slightly higher pitch than you were used to, dismissed. "Which one are you?"

"None of your business, liǎng bèi!" The first stranger suddenly froze at his own words.

The other giggled. "Well... That makes it obvious..."

"Why do you need to know anyways?!" If you thought the male seemed murderous when you first met him, you certainly took that back now. He practically spit fire at the newcomer. What did this person do? You found yourself curious for answers, but terribly frightened that answers may lead to things you'd rather not witness...

"I guess... Ah, it doesn't matter after all..." You squinted your eyes, trying to catch any tangible glimpse of this new person. The male blocking you was covering up most of your vision, but from a crack, you noticed a dull silhouette standing there. Thin and medium-sized were the only concrete conclusions you witnessed. Maybe it was better not to look.

Yes. It would be better not to look. Especially when he did come into the light.

You gasped.

The man WAS thin and medium-sized, but was wearing blood like a coat. Blotches of it ran up his boots, as if he had persevered through a river of the crimson substance. Tips of his copper hair were dripping with those disturbing tears, and across his skinny arms were gashes of wounds deep enough that you felt like you could see bones if you looked hard enough. His yellow-green eyes held a savage tinge, and a pocketknife gleamed from the tips of his fingers, caked with rust. Or was that rust?

You whimpered as you tore your gaze away. It was like something from a horror film, but it was real. It was in front of you. The scent of that unwanted substance hit your nose, and you shrivelled away in fear.

"It doesn't matter if... say...there's one less of you, right?" The blond smiled and licked the blood off his slender fingers, causing his enemy to growl.

You almost had a heart attack as the first gunshot radiated within the street, letting out a small scream and ducking to the ground. The man in front of you held his weapon up to the enemy, whom expertly dodged the bullet with a speed you hadn't fathomed.

"Well now, that wasn't too nice, was it?" The crazed grin that spread across his face made your mind twirl in panic.

"Like you have the right to talk."

A deep chuckle came from the other's lips, which escalated into an insane laugh. The first person held his ground as the seemingly-psychotic stranger shouted out for anyone to hear: "Don't you understand anything? Don't you understand the situation we're in? Everything here is useless! It's all futile! No matter what the situation, no matter who wins, it's all going to be the same ending!"

What's he talking about? What's going on?

The blond held his arms out wide to show off his bloody frame. "Everyone will die!"

The black-haired male didn't answer. He only held up his gun to the ready.

You sent out shaky breaths as you backed away in horror. It wasn't a lie, or a prank. It was too real. The scents, the scenery, the hate... This battle was...

No... You weren't just witnessing a battle.

This was a collection of many battles. The battle that blond must have had with that unnamed, dead soul splattered across his body, the battle this man must have been involved in to get separated from his siblings, and now this. There are others like me here. Others trying to escape... You froze in comprehension. How many battles were going on 'in' here?

Something deep in your stomach churned.

You were witnessing a war.

First of all, I'm REALLY sorry for butchering China. I used Google Translate because I don't know Chinese... I know it's a bad habit, but as of right now, it's all I have... I really DO enjoy it when other languages are included in fanfics, but I will use them sparingly. France won't come out of nowhere call you "ma chérie" every sentence, and Lovino won't cuss at everybody in Italian 300 times a chapter. SPARINGLY. Meaning they'll speak their mother tongue until they realize "the reader" speaks English, or when they're muttering under their breath. That seems fair, right? Right? No? Yes?

Shuí zài nà'er? = Who's there?

Jǔ qǐ shǒu lái. = Hands up. (Even GOOGLE TRANSLATE said that this was wrong... ;_; Maaan... -_-)

Nǐ shì shéi? = Who are you?

Nihongo? English? Español? Rooskie yazik? = Japanese? (In Japanese) English? Spanish? (In Spanish) Russian? (In Russian) (Can ANYBODY imagine China speaking Spanish? XDD ... What? I had to add it in... It's one of the most-spoken languages in the world. It's right up there with Mandarin and English! But then again, every website I go to says something different... -_-)

Gāisǐ de... Xiànzài wǒ yǐjīng zuò dàole... = Damn... I've done it now...

Liǎng bèi - Double

Please help me. Please. ;_;

DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Hetalia, or any of the characters associated with it! I don't own Google Maps, or, well, anything related to Google! I DON'T OWN RIGHTWAY STREET... well, unless it doesn't exist, and in that case, I'd love to own it! X3 Buuuut I probably don't own it. -_- Oh! Or phones! I don't own any company that makes phones, or the phones themselves! YOU might not even own an phone, and in that case: Here! Have a random virtual phone for your journey in this story. *gives virtual phone* It's like a virtual cookie, but you can't virtually eat it... Uh... B-But I could be wrong... O-o Do you WANT to eat a virtual phone...?