First Fanfic. it just came to me and i would really like to get it down. I hope you like it.
the most focus character will be England and Italy
and yes, Gerita and UsUk are most definetly present in the story. SO ENJOY!
Hetalia does not belong to me.

There is a legend from long ago of a women who longed children.

She hoped everyday she would have sweet children of her own to raise and care for

Her wish came true and she was blessed with a child

But not everything turned for the best as the child was weak in the heart

Next winter would her child depart from her

and so this child-less mother would search for eternity for a child to care.

it's said that she looks for those whose heart show the innocence of a child

and longing of protection of a mother

Over the years she has tried to find someone to care for

but each time the heart would could something too cold for a heart of a child

and she would quickly put those heart to a slumber.

They say you know she has chosen you when you can hear her warm soft voice.

An old twisted lullaby to soothe her next child.

"Come Little Children

I'll Take Thee Away, Into A Land

Of Enchantment

Come Little Children

The Time's Come To Play

Here In My Garden

Of Magic"

With her lullaby she let her child dream wonderful dream

Blissful sleep the child would never want to...

"Follow Sweet Children

I'll Show Thee The Way

Through All The Pain And

The Sorrows"

So enjoy your sweet paradise...

"Weep Not Poor Children

For Life Is This Way

Murdering Beauty And

Passions"

and let yourself drown in deception...

" Hush Now Dear Children

It Must Be This Way

To Weary Of Life And

Deceptions"

for the women who yearns for child will get one...

"Rest Now My Children

For Soon We'll Away

into The Calm And

The Quiet"

" I DON'T WANT THE CREEPY LADY TO TAKE ME!" A voice suddenly burst out.
During the break at the United Nations meeting did they the majority of the nations decided to tell each of a legend from their own country.
Knowing Japan was well-known for interesting legends did they persuade him to tell on of his legend.
Unfortunately, one cowardly nation had quickly become scared of the story.
"It is just a story Italy. There are no ghost going after you" Germany had responded tiredly at Italy's random out burst.
"Da, if you want a really scary story ill gladly tell yo-" Russia began.
"NO!" Cried the meeting room. " He could barely handle one of Japan's legend. One of your stories might as will kill him". England responded. For once he wished that they could be back in the meeting."So Japan have YOU ever met her?! Was she creepy and ugly and have red eyes OR long curly nails that could kill you in a second?!" America had began to ramble. It was hard to tell half of the word he was saying and even harder to tell if he was ramble on because he was sincerely interesting or just plain scared and his nerves were speaking for him. Japan attempted to be polite and wait for America to stop talking but the younger nation was flowing with obscured imagination of the ghost in the story. England seeing Japan distress decide to intervene, coughing loudly to get his attention. "AHEM". It cause America's attention and also the other nations. It then came to the attention of everyone that Italy was currently clinging with tears streaming down and eyes shut, nuzzling into Germany's shoulder to the point everyone was afraid that he would tear off his arm. Germany then spoke up with his usual formal voice. "I think it would be best if we end this break and continue the meeting. So if everyone could please enter in the meeting room, we could maybe manage to actually achieve something productive this meeting." He then opened the doors to the meeting room. " Everyone is to be in the meeting in 10 minutes precisely or there will punishment. I will be there as soon as I calm Italy down." Looking down at the scared mess of an italian on his shoulder as he gave his instruction. Everyone started entering the room except England whom had to use the " water closet" before resuming and Germany who attempted to calm Italy nerves.

England had just came out of the restroom. He walked towards the sink to wash his hands, while washing his hands he had began to hear a soft humming voice. He chuckled a bit, 'It must be America trying to pull one over me'. That's where he walked to the door and notice the humming now had a tune, sort of like a lullaby. " You don't scare me America. I used to be a bloody pirate, nothing scares me! Not even a stupid leg-". He was surprised to find no one was outside of the men's restroom and the humming had sliented. No one was in the hall and more importantly: No America. Now, he was a bit worried that he might be losing it. ' There's no such thing as ghost. It probably the lack of sleep. I have been working late for a while.' he reassured himself and he headed down to the room before a certain German got around to scolding him for being late. He he had once stood now stood a new figure. The figure wasn't completely solid and was wispy and of a soften mix of white and blue. Longing eyes following the path the English man had taken.

"My child, soon you'll be able to rest peacefully with your mother." With that she disappeared, her soft humming echoing until it was no longer heard.

Sorry theres so many updates. It because part of the original story got deleted and i had to type it all over again
ANYWAYS, If you liked it please leave me some feedback and reviews. I will get to the second chapter as soon as Im done with my final on Friday.

"Come little children" is a poem by Edgar Allen Poe
The actually part I was picturing was of Sarah Jessica Parker version of it in Hocus Pocus
watch?v=gEYgyWC_BpM Here the clip if you need an idea of what i was picturing.