Art is  mine! Hope you like, this is my first actual story so don't expect it to be good TwT

Also, all art I post on this is mine except the covers of the chapters. I may edit them anyway. Cover art isn't mine!

I don't take criticism well, so no hate please!

I'll post the  character bios in a later chapter because i'm too lazy to do it now-

By the way this is probably v e r y boring, so I warn you-

And without further ado...

I was walking home with my brother when I first realized something was wrong. We were walking down a dimly lit alleyway when I heard a rustle. Not like a rat-moving-over-things rustle, more like a human-shifting-on-accident rustle. He trembles. "Switz, wh-what was that?". Apparently, he noticed it too. "I don't know, but I won't let it hurt you," I respond, trying to catch a glimpse of who is back there. Just then they step into the alleyway. Belgium lets out a terrified shriek. A man, about 6'7'', holding a large meat cleaver in his hand. "Belgium," I growl, "Run." Belgium does as he's told, racing down the alley towards home. As he disappears from view, I stand up and face him, hands behind my back, looking bored. As he raises it over his head, I do not step back. He brings it down, just as I grab his wrist. Yanking his arm back, I grab the meat cleaver from the air and bring it down on his head. He has no time to react before his skull is neatly sliced in half. Dropping the cleaver, I reach down and take something out of his utility belt before running in the opposite direction of the one Belgium went in.

A few minutes later, I arrive at a secluded spot in the woods. Reaching down, I flick a panel away from the seemingly empty ground and press my middle finger onto it. There is a whir, then the scanner turns green and the panel automatically flips back into place. Waiting, I sit on a large rock that is almost like a chair. Then a beep comes from the ground under the rock and it retracts into the soil, taking me with it. Landing in a marble hallway, I get up and walk to a door about halfway down. Pounding on it, I yell "Finland! Open up!" There's a growl from inside, but he opens the door a crack to see who it is. "Oh, Switzerland. Come in." I walk into a room covered in all sorts of high-tech gadgets, some finished, some barely started, and some in between. Papers take up any space that isn't consumed by them, and I groan. "Fin, how do you stand this? It's utter chaos in here!" He snorts. "Controlled chaos, just because you're a neat freak doesn't mean I am too." I sigh. "Anyway...." I tell him what happened in the alleyway, leaving out the part about Belgium. I know he'll get angry to find out I have a family, even though I tell him repeatedly that "I live alone, my family died a year back" I'm not sure that he believes me. "Ah." He says. "I knew you were in a fight, just not sure with whom." I snort. "And you're supposed to be the genius here." He glares at me. Then I say, "Look. He had this with him, so I'm not so sure this was an accident..." I hold up a vial of black liquid."And that is...?" He says, skeptically. "This is the top-secret acid that you developed yesterday, that dissolves any dead tissue, or dead bodies." His eyes widen as the full force of what I just said hits him. "You mean...they stole it from us?", a note of panic in his voice. "Yes, and that means they know who we are and how to get in," I say, calmly. He immediately races over to his computer, typing furiously. A second later a window pops up, showing live feed from the security cameras outside. And, sure enough, a man in all black with the same mask as the man in the alley is creeping up to the rock. "Go." He whips around. I race to the elevator and get to the top just as the man raises a crowbar to hit the sensor. I can't do much, aside from throwing myself in front of the crowbar and taking the hit. It hurts, that's true, but I was trained by pain. As he is raising it again, I touch my middle finger to my earlobe and then my thumb, tapping my thumb once. I hear a click and a dagger slides out of my belt. Grabbing it, I stab his forehead. He staggers backward, but my cut wasn't deep enough to kill him. Yet. I stab him in the gut, pulling the dagger out and causing him to fall forwards. Finally dead. Just as I turn around to head back in, a group of armed guards rushes out of the cover they were in. I laugh. Pulling a metal pole off of my back, I press my thumb on a groove in the middle and it morphs into a katana-like sword. I do a few quick calculations then throw it. It slices through the front line, making them fall like paper dolls. It makes a 360-degree turn and flies back at my head. Catching it an inch away from my face, I study the remaining soldiers. "You there," I say, pointing at the smallest. "Come here, or die." They tremble and walk forwards. I slash at the straps on their mask and they flinch, but the mask flutters away and they are left unharmed. They are a country, with yellow at the bottom of their flag and blue at the top. "Go." I say. "Go and tell your bosses that we aren't playing nice anymore."