Hex: so this is my friends story *clap* we share an acount so this will help you see who we are! Fantasia: and a special thanks to hex for helping me share my story

Hex: idiot don't thank me! Fantasia: :)- I thank when I want Hex: let's just show the story!would you like to say the disclaimer?

Fantasia: agreed. I don't own hetalia, and any other story ideas would be appreciated

Hex:enjoy!

Chapter 1

'Bang... Bang... Bang...'

The dull thuds on the solid, two inch thick glass emanated throughout the dim, gray walls of the observation room. The circular gas chamber held it's captive with an iron fist, and as the oxygen within slowly was replaced with CO2, the bangs became less pronounced, as the captive becoming dizzier and weaker with every breath he took in. This was a sealed space, no oxygen would come in, no CO2 would go out. The prisoner would have to breathe in his own waste, until he was gasping for air, and then would breathe in a poisonous gas that put the prisoner to sleep... Permanently.

Two men stood outside the chamber, one confident and his posture tall and straight, the other shaking slightly, his shoulders hunched, two silent tears rolling down his cheek. The confident put his hand on the others shoulder as they watched.

"Arthur...This is for the best."

The man Arthur nodded slightly, his blond bangs falling over his face.

"I know this must be hard... But it's procedure. He's dangerous, doesn't follow the rules, and has abilities that could amount to the destruction of humanity. The lab made his powers and immunity stronger and more terrible. He HAS to die."

"Y-yes... I-" Arthur swallowed hard. "I understand."

The prisoner in the tank was no longer thudding on the glass. He had fallen to his knees, head down, knowing what was to come of him. NO one survived this. No one. He pressed a hand to the glass and looked up a final time, before-

Arthur stepped back as he met the captive's gaze, and he even felt the man behind him tighten his grip ever so slightly, and this man did not scare easily.

The look in the captors eyes were beyond angry, they burned with fiery hatred, though his stare was as cold as ice. Though sadness was mixed in with the hate, anger, and dismay that he was different... A demon among angels.

The man behind him reached out a hand to press the button, shaking ever so, slightly to press the button that would rid the prisoner of his name and life forever.

Arthur couldn't take it any longer,

"STOP! PLEASE! Let me talk to him, make him see sense!"

The man behind him paused, thinking.

"I-if we can convince him of the side being the right one, may-maybe we could use him a-as a weapon! But please... One. Last. Chance."

The man stopped, and finally said, cold as the iciest river, soft as the falling snow.

"He went through the trials... Why did you not speak up then?"

"Sir, I-I could never want to harm the city, bit I also don't want someone to die when I could have prevented it."

The captive in his glass prison was now gasping for air, clawing at the glass.

"Agreed. Take him. He is yours. Though we are keeping an eye on you... We will be watching..."

He pressed an entirely different button on a remote. The glass tank slid upwards and the prisoner inside gasped like a fish out of water upon breathing real air again.

"And one last thing," said the man as he turned to leave. "He'll understand you, but you'll have trouble understanding him. His English isn't quite up to date..." With a bark of laughter, he left the room, sealing the door behind him.

Arthur walked up to the...the thing he had just saved, inspecting the closest details, and noticed the once familiar friend he'd once known had changed a lot. The familiar blond hair was now as jet black as a clear midnight sky without any stars. His mouth showed pale lips with the slight hint of fangs. His skin was once fine, perfect, and tan enough to be able to tell that he spent some time in the sun, but now was as milky white as the moon and shone dully in the dim light.

Then he spoke, still gasping for breath, but not in English. His old friend was beyond that now.

Grunts and clicks were issued, as he flopped around like a fish out of water. However, there was one word he could understand.

"Ar...thur"

Arthur choked on tears again, and bent down, touching the captive tentatively, and muttered only so that the prisoner could hear him.

"I'm sorry Alfred... I just couldn't bear to loose you to death

Hex: did you like it?

Fantasia: hope you did!

Hex: any comment is welcomed we don't mind.

Fantasia: and any other story ideas are appreciated, so I can continue writing more hetalia fanfiction!

Hex: next update will be I don't know Saturday Sunday?