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A/N: Hi, me again… so anyway, I know that recent wars are probably a touchy subject at the moment so I tried to make references to it as vague as possible. Tell me if I offended you in anyway…blah…blah…blah… and if I did "I'm sorry in advance." ^ ^ I also don't care if you flame me for doing this… it makes me sad… I DON'T WANNA TORTURE HETALIA! But tis necessary teehee~! This is also written in third person because I've been feeling experimental lately XD!

P.S. It's also short because it is a prologue.

Chapter 0:

Prologue

On the eve of the beginning of World War III, America was sleeping soundly in bed. It had been but six years earlier since most of the troubles in the Middle Eastern countries had been resolved. A lot of the other nations had taken to fixing their own politics since the predicted disaster in 2012; so of course they had no time to cause friction for war.

Japan was doing well, he wasn't one hundred percent yet but he was doing a lot better. Relations were worse than ever between France and England, Russia and Belarus were still scary as hell. The biggest concern was global warming and the aftermath of 2012.

So no, there wasn't any serious friction between the nations at this very moment.

That's why nobody saw it coming…

Alfred woke up screaming. It felt like someone had set fire to his insides then proceeded to slowly torture his soul in hell. Whenever he blinked, he saw destruction and chaos; people were screaming in agony, people were dying, suffocating. His people were begging for help but when he shut his eyes tightly. America saw the second wave of bombs fall from the sky.

Good God, it was terrible. Which fucking city was it? Hell if he knew. All that the country knew at that moment was the white hot pain and black dots that filled his vision along with the hallucinations. The time Japan bombed him, that was like walking on air; the time the World Trade Center had been bombed? He would have taken that 1000 times over and been grateful.

Suddenly he heard footsteps and the sound of someone screaming.

Is that me? He thought faintly against the blinding pain.

"Alfred, Alfred what is it!" he heard a familiar voice. His current boss, the President, and two more of his body guards in black…

The blonde began to hyperventilate as he used the bed post as a support to stay standing, "H-Help… Th…em… please…! They…they're all in so much pain –!" stars danced in his vision as he felt another jolt. This one was even worse than the last. Letting out a scream, the nation fell with a thud as he felt the burning take over; the last thing he heard was the President barking orders and the feeling of complete and utter helplessness.

Russia blinked in shock as a sudden sting engulfed his body; this was odd, he usually didn't feel the pain of his country. At least not to this – his eyes widened as images flittered across his vision; bombs, bombs were falling… He doubled over in pain as the second wave hit. Who could be doing this!

America… no it couldn't be he just got out of a war himself. What business could he have with starting another one, da? Especially with me –!

"AAAAGHHH!" Ivan cried out in pain as another wave of bombs hit his port city of Vladivostok.

Belarus rushed into the room worriedly, and for once Russia was glad to see her. "Brother!" she bent down beside him worriedly as the nation gripped the curtains. Ukraine trailed after biting her lip in concern.

"Ma-make it stop…it hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts….." he repeated over and over like a broken record. His sisters desperately patted him down for injuries.

"Where does it hurt –" Natalia's mouth opened and closed like a fish as she realized why he was in so much pain, "… Who's hurting you?" she asked suddenly in a quiet voice as she watched her brother trying to regain control of his breath.

"I-In Vald…ivostok..." Russia choked out as he convulsed on the floor. When he got out of this, Russia was going to wipe the nation off the face of the planet who caused him so much pain and humiliation…!

Helping him to the bed, his Belarus gave him a glass of water, which he downed almost immediately. As she carefully shut the door behind her she gritted her teeth. "Don't worry brother, I'll take care of it…" no one touched her precious brother. Nobody… she silently confirmed as she continued to walk briskly down the hall

Ukraine furrowed her eyebrows as she quietly watched the scene play out; then she looked down at her younger brother as she pulled the covers up to his chin. This of course was to no avail as the ashy blonde tossed and turned with sweat forming on his brow.

"…" one look at his pained expression and her resolve to stay neutral wavered. Maybe… maybe Ukraine might have to join the hell that will break loose when they find out who started this mess after all…

Italy and Ludwig's older brother Prussia were coming over for a visit yet again; Germany had learned to stop caring. Besides thanks to either one or both being near or next to him on a daily bases; he would never admit this aloud for fear of being squeezed in a death hug… But he was unfortunately getting used to having them around… Shaking his head slightly at the thought, the nation began to stir the soup in the pot.

Italy will probably hate it… He thought faintly with the slightest smile.

Then it happened. Hell came to earth as Ludwig dropped the whisk and held his head; it began as a gentle stinging, that became uncomfortable after a while; then soon became unbearable, his grip tightened on the counter top.

Flames, Screams, Agony, Pain…. Four words danced around his head as the visions of his people suffering flitted behind his tightly shut eyelids.

He slid to the ground taking two or three dishes along with him.

CRASH!

Help them… someone please… ! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP THEM! A scream ripped from inside his throat as another wave of bombs hit the coast of Hamburg port.

Feliciano and Gilbert rushed in, "Germany what is…" Italy trailed off as he bent down beside the wincing German.

"…West?" Gilbert said with a slight hint of worry in his voice, but he'd be damned if he was going to make himself seem weak.

Ludwig mumbled something as the two strained to hear, "What was that?" Feliciano asked worriedly.

"I…s-said…to help them you…idi…ot…!" His voice broke off as the screams of his people sounded in his ears. Grinding his teeth together, the blonde clenched his fists and shook violently as Prussia and Italy looked to each other in realization.

"Who the hell would attack you!" His brother all but growled angrily.

Black dots danced in his vision as he saw crumbling buildings and red…he saw a lot of red…

"Germany…? GERMANY!"

"WEST, OI!"

Ludwig blacked out…

A/N:…wow…what the hell IS wrong with me…? So I torture the nations when I'm bored? Anyway, I just had to post this I'm sorry LOL… (Yes I know I should be working on MK Len Len right now) So if you want this to continue the fans' will shall be done… I also apologize for the OOCness for this chappy lol… (especially in Russia's case…)

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