FORGIVE ME MY COMRADES! I ENJOY MULTITASKING WITH MY STORIES TOO MUCH! Anyway, this is the prologue of my new story, 'My Italian Heart.' OC's of the ancients will be mentioned throughout the story along with my OC that never existed.

So let us begin!

Two children played merrily in a garden, running around and throwing a ball, their laughter echoing around the courtyard. The lush bushes of foliage were brightly accented by vibrant flowers of pink and yellow. The younger child, a boy precisely, giggled and picked a clump of the pink flowers and proceeded to make a crown. Maybe this would bring a smile to his mothers ill face!

The older child with chocolate brown hair and amber eyes abruptly stopped running and dropped the ball he was holding, staring at something off in the distance. The younger twin blinked and craned his neck to see what his brother was staring at.

In the distance, the twins could see someone running towards him. At first, they couldn't tell who it was, but as the person got closer they could see it was a little girl. They both watched as the girl skidded to a halt in front of them and panted slightly. The younger child nervously left the side of the flower bush and walked over to stand by his brother, twirling the flowers in his hands nervously.

When the girl regained her breath, she smiled toothily and stuck out her hand. "Ciao! I'm Abri! Who are you guys?" She asked, literally jumping up and down in excitement of finding someone to play with. Last time she tried to play with some boys, they sneered at her and chased her off. At least these two hadn't been mean to her yet!

The older child blinked and hesitated before he pointed to himself and said, "I'm Italy Romano."

The younger brother repeated his older brothers actions and said, "I'm Italy Venenziano."

Abri blinked and grinned, stepping away from the twins with a giggle. "Eh? There can't be two Italy's, silly! There should only be one!" Romano and Venenziano blinked in surprise, startled by Abri's words and exchanged glances with each other.

From behind her, they heard a woman call out, "Abri! Where are you? Dinner is ready!" Abri blinked and pouted. She turned to look at the Italy twins and smiled sadly. "Aw, man. We didn't get to play with each other today. Maybe next time." She turned around and began to run away. "See you guys later!"

As Abri ran away, Romano and Venenziano were speechless, absorbed in their own thoughts.

She was right. How can their be two Italy's?

Time Era- World War II

A woman paced back and forth uneasily, her hand was clasped over her wrist which was behind her back. The woman had long dark brown hair that swayed to her waist, brushing against her white chiton* that reached to her ankles. Amongst her dark hair, there were two odd hair curls. One of the hair curls protruded from the right side of her head and the other one came from the center of her forehead pointing out to the left. This looked fairly odd, but you wouldn't want to say that to the woman unless you wanted your spine carved out of your body.

The woman gave up on pacing, deciding that it wouldn't help her troubles at all and plopped down on a stone bench in defeat. Anxiety was getting the better of her. Perhaps she should follow Aztec's (forceful) advice and take it easy for a while and be her usual oblivious self. The woman shook her head roughly and sighed again. How could she be relaxed. All of her babies were in a giant war right now that could be fatal enough to where they had to join her in the land of dead nations.

The woman gloomily skimmed the scenery in front of her. Lavish hills of dark green grass covered the ground in front of her and the sky above her was clear of any clouds with the suns glorious waves beating down on the surface. The perfect weather.

'No, not perfect weather' The woman thought. 'The weather is practically always the same here. It's boring not to see the clouds and their interesting shapes anymore.'

A hand was placed on the woman's shoulder, making her jump. She turned her startled green eyes towards the offender and found herself staring into the amber eyes of another woman. She had deeply tanned skin and locks of red hair coming down in waves to just a little bit below her shoulders. She was wearing a golden huipil** along with a beige skirt. On her feet, she was bearing sandals similar to her very own that was basically wooden on the bottom with twine crisscrossing on the tops of their feet and halfway up their shins.

The red-headed woman frowned at the brunette. "Byzantine, you know its not healthy to sit and mope around like a lost chick." She scolded the brown-haired girl. The Byzantine Empire scooted to make room for the woman and tried for a smile, lifting up her shoulders. "Hey Aztec, I didn't see you there!" Byzantine said, trying to sound like her usual cheerful self, but failing miserably.

The Aztec Empire raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "Still upset about your kids?" She asked and Byzantine continued smiling that fake smile. "No, no! What would make you think that?" She asked with a nervous laugh.

Aztec stared at Byzantine and the brunettes shoulders slumped. "Okay, maybe a little…" Aztec continued to stare, raising an eyebrow in a quizzical way. Byzantine sighed exasperatedly and threw her hands up in the air. "Okay, okay! I'm really upset." She said and Aztec looked at her with a sigh.

"Look, you shouldn't keep this to yourself, Byzantine. Why don't you try talking to Arcadia? You guy's are best friends." Byzantine sighed again and shook her head.

"She has more problems to deal with at the moment. She's extremely pissed and upset that Poland got invaded by Germany and Russia. She's already disliked Prussia's family greatly and German's move only fueled her hatred more, but now she's torn because Belarus's brother Russia assisted him." Byzantine told Aztec and then fretted, "What if someone invades Romano and my Vene***? What if they die?" Aztec threw her a sympathetic look.

"I know your worried Byzantine, but sitting around and moping all the time won't help you at all. Do you see me sitting around moping for Mexico and the rest of my children? No! Because I know he'll be fine." Aztec said with a wolfish grin, and stood up. She walked in front of Byzantine and put a hand on her shoulder.

"You should really have more faith in your kids. They'll be fine." Aztec reassured her and Byzantine smiled softly, this time genuinely.

"Yeah… I guess your right."

-August 6th, 1945-

The crumbled remains of buildings of all different sizes and varieties dotted the entire city. The dead bodies of the unfortunate citizens were splayed out on the roads or under large chunks or debris. Radiation burned her skin as Byzantine ran down the broken city known as Hiroshima.

Byzantine's heart pounded in her chest as she silently thought. 'Oh god, please let me make it in time. Please, please, please…" Byzantine tripped over something and crashed to the ground, shattered glass cutting her skin. She gritted her teeth and threw a glance behind her to see what she had tripped over and her heart leapt to her throat. Byzantine's body went rigid as she stared at the broken body of her son…

Well, that's a prologue cliffhanger that won't be answered until upcoming chapters!

Thanks for reading the prologue!

*= Clothing the Greeks wore

**= Blouse that the Aztec women used to wear

***= Byzantine's nickname for Venenziano; pronounced (Ven-eh)