Chapter One

I can't run much longer.

"England!" Belgium called in a hoarse voice. After two weeks of fighting for her life she was beaten and bloodied. She had surrendered, but her pursuers didn't care. They wanted to destroy even her smallest hope. The German troops were closing in on her. Not the man himself, no, she was just another casualty to him. A pawn in his way. He was already on his way to the next piece on the chessboard, a more important one.

She ran and she ran, with all of the strength she had left. Eventually the soldiers would give up; stop caring. And just as her vision began to fade she knew that that was what was happening. They were turning back now. After all, she wasn't important. They already had her land, most of her people, her government officials. What could a handful of Belgian refugees do?

Just you wait. I'll show you what this tiny bit of hope can do.

Thanks for reading the first chapter of Through the Rain. If you came over from Thank You for You Kindness thank you for being so loyal through all of the long waiting and the story change, as you can see, it's already a bit different. If you are completely new, welcome. I hope you enjoy my story (note: I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters) and that you can put up with my inconsistency and hiatuses. Safe travels.

-Delirium