Hetalia: Unseen

The Beginning is also The End

Have you ever wondered...why are these 'humans' are countries? Dictated by something so unique yet odd. Because once your in the system, you can never leave. 

The children sobbed their little eyes out. This was normal as they were just born, unknowing what was going on, or what was going to happen to them. The moment the Jones' twins were born they were taken from their mother, almost instantly cleaned and shipped off.

"Where's my children?!" Their mother yelled, scared for her children. Unknowing that they would be going somewhere with no return. The doctors were quiet, not helping his woman's agonizing fear. She repeated this many times before saying " I SWEAR IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHERE MY CHILDREN ARE I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE NONE OF YOU WORKERS EVER STEP FOOT IN ANOTHER HOSPITAL!!!!" She screamed at them, hoping to instill fear into them so that they would speak up. Finally a doctor spoke up, "They have been selected. Do not worry your bills are covered by the government. Do not worry about you children. Rather, forget about them completely." "WHAT?!" She screamed again, in full shock at the doctor's words. Suddenly she felt a sharp injection into her arm, she turned to see but before she saw what it was she went out cold. Rather, she went out dead as the screeching heart monitor went flat. Suddenly, the door opened. Revealing the Jones' twins father, but before a singular vowel even came out, a gunshot rang through the room. The man collapsed to the ground, a puddle of dark red blood pooled around him as his eyes became vacant. He was dead. 

-5 Years Later-

The Jones' twins were separated by now, now only connected but the mere thought of the words "You have a sibling out there, somewhere." Alfred and Marco had their own guardians, Alfred's being Britain and Marco's being France's. They were raised in a such a way where the thought was, "We are getting you ready for the*process.*" 

-Marco has now awoken-

I woke up with a nervous smile, it was my 5th birthday! France promised to get me some nice sweets for today before i'm taken to the *process.* I get off of my bed, make it, get dressed, and left my room. I enter the hallway before I hear France's morning singing in the kitchen, I walk into the kitchen. "France! France! Good morning!" He said, happily. Full of energy as usual. France turned around, "Oh! Bonjour, birthday boy! Have some good rest?" He asked with his thick French accent. Marco nodded. "Mhm! I did, and I feel super refreshed!" "Good, let's get your breakfast going and then you'll be taken. Don't worry, your coming back. They wont take you, la mignonne. I wont let them." He chuckles a bit darkily before serving him breakfast, soon there's a loud honk outside. "That's them, Monsieur. Get going, they have zero tolerance. And remember, obey and listen. Do not try to disobey or it won't be fun, okay?" He said, as I nodded. He soon left with his one backpack, outside was a big and heavy duty truck. A person got out of the car. "Name, please." The man said, as he looked at Marco expectantly. "Marco Jones." He said with a smile. "Get in the car." He said as forcefully kicked into the car. He teared up from the pain, but he was told not to cry by France. No matter what. He sat down, still kind of wincing from the kick

Little did Marco know that this was just the tip of the iceberg. 

Matthew.