Hello everyone. Today, I have the prologue of a story many of you may be familiar to. Hybrids. The wonderful author of the original has decided to stop writing Hybrids. And so, I have adopted it from them! I'll try to update when I can. Maybe once a week or maybe every few days.
The plot and original story both belong to Shadow-Jones. And I do not own Hetalia, sadly.
So with that, on to the story!

"I think it worked! We've done it!"

"It does seem as though the DNA is taking to these subjects better than the others. Though, the effects are still unknown."

"Does it matter? None of the subjects have accepted the DNA into their genetics, but these few. They've accepted it! We will just have to see what the effects are later."

"There is a chance that there won't be any effects."

"What do you mean?! We deteriorated half of their genetic codes! It's highly unlikely that nothing will happen!"

Far below the surface, in a dimly lit underground laboratory, the two scientists argued. Twelve male bodies lie under the florescent lighting, motionless, asleep. Each were alive and in good health, due to multiple tubes running into their bodies.

The lead scientist laughed with his head held high, obviously proud of his work. "The others will feel like fools when they see what we accomplished! We will be famous!"

The other scientist's eyes widened. "Are you insane!? We can't tell anyone of this. You seem to have forgotten that these teenagers didn't sign up for this!"

"I am perfectly aware of this, but I'm sure with a little bit of persuasion they will acquiesce with us." He motion to the many devices that lay scattered in the lab.

"We've already had to kidnap so many kids... I'm not going to be hurting any of them! This underground research we've been doing isn't right!" His foot hit the ground angrily. He hadn't signed up for this kind of research. Yes, he fancied science but not human testing. And testing on the teenagers was just wrong.

The other let out a long sigh. "I see. Well, I cannot have unfaithful subordinates. But then again, you are a valuable asset to my research team. Without you, I would never have been able to get my hands on the equipment I needed." He let his hand rest on his subordinate's shoulder.

"I... Well I.. Thank you? But needless to say, I want to-" He was cut off by a loud siren echoing throughout the room.

"Oh no... They've found us!" The man raced forward and looked at the security screen. His eyes hardened when he saw police officers running through the halls of his lab, arresting personnel. "My research cannot be destroyed." One of the drawers on his desk were opened and he pulled out multiple ankle bracelets. "Attach these to each of the successful subjects." The anklets were thrown to his subordinate.

"And the...unsuccessful subjects? What of them?" he asked, beginning to go down the row of tables.

"I will deal with them. I must erase all evidence of their existence."

The subordinate finished attaching the anklets and turned to him. "Erase their existence? and how will you go about that?"

"I have my ways. Now, get out of here and meet me at the backup lab. Our subjects will have to be collected later." With those words, he disappeared into a room filled with failed experiments.

Now alone, the subordinate stared with wide, scared eyes as screams resonated from the room. "What have I gotten myself into? This is...far beyond what I signed up to do." He took a deep, shaky breath. "But I have no choice. These teens might just be my future and I cannot stop halfway in."

The door to the room was locked, but he could hear the officers trying to break in. "Good luck in getting out of here, boss." Each teen was given a pitiful look before he left, going out the emergency exit.