Hetalia WIP Graveyard

A crown doesn't make a king

The stone walls once filled with laughter and cheers now were scorched with flame licked burns. The tapestries now ragged and torn from the slaughter. The stone forever stained in a blood bath by the likes the world haven't even dreamed of. The winter wind cut through the broken windows, freezing any bystanders.

Deep beneath the stone walls laid the only survivor. She laid there on the dirt floor of her cell. Breathing slowly, eyes squeezed tight, trying to find solace in her imprisonment. She shouldn't have left her position but in a blind rage she had raced after a spirit. He passed the torch to her and now she was to fulfil the job. So cold and calculating she waited and planned. Ready to meet her lifetime quota in one sweep. The bodies she burned that day laid the foundation for the world. She had slaughtered thousands in one sweep, setting the bar for those who would precede her. Now with eternity she had one her hands, she laid and wept for the atrocities she had committed. The castle now abandoned and silent.

The Clans from all directions knew of the horrors which laid within the palace but some dared to send soldiers. Ludwig and Gilbert, princes from the North Clan came clad in furs and golds, to the deserted land. They brought troops and servants to last them a lifetime, or so they believed but as they traveled closer to the core of the horrors their troops dropped like flies. They spent weeks without food or clean water, to where they dwindled down to only a select few. The waste land filled with dead plant life, and scarce human interaction was finally broken when they crossed a river. They found a palace, broken and beaten down to the ground, collapsing in on itself but the fields and gardens surrounding it was filled with a plentiful harvest. They rushed forwards in hopes of food and water.

Gilbert was the first to pluck a fruit from the tree. He happily took a large bite from the ripe fruit only to spit it out. His mouth tasted of rotten fruit but when he looked down to his fruit it was fresh. He took another bite only to taste dirt and rotting fruit. He tried in vain to eat but each time tasted a nasty and bitter fruit.

Ludwig rushed to the well. He scooped up the water with the bucket. He drank from the bucket not caring about anything but the water. He tried to quench his thirst but it was never enough. Elizabeta looked over to where the flowers were in full bloom, she rushed towards them missing their sweet fragrance. She plucked a flower only to have it wilt between her gentle touch. Her husband entrance by the guard entered the corn fields. A tune ensnared his senses, and in vain he followed after the music trying to deduct its source.

From the south came a band of misfits, all from different origins. A spaniard whose life was better on the road. He danced without a care in the world. His companions were twins, both outcast of their Italian family. They traveled the world on means to find their next meals. They wonderen into the abandoned kingdom, only meaning to pass through. Through a storm they found the insides of the castles lite with candles. They pushed open the large wooden doors and found themselves inside. It was a cold palace. In hopes of finding the owners they chased after the lights from inside that seemed to wander around.

From the east came a group of peasants, all of them came in the hopes of starting anew. They came from the far east to close to the border. They wandered for days in a daze through a forest till it broke into a courtyard. They ran closer and closer to the castle but it was always just out of reach. They ran everyday getting closer and closer but every night, the trees moved, causing them to lose their way. Unable to leave, they wandered around lost and confused.

From the west came a family out running persecution. Each of them was different from the last. They had always been outcast from whichever society they joined. This time they ran from pitchforks and torches. They ran till their feets bleed and soon they found them in the courtyard of the castle. They were meet with a maze of shrubbery to the entrance. They entered together but soon became separated. They called out to each other as they ran through the maze. Day in and day out they searched for each other.