So school is ending for me… and I have finals coming up. I totally should NOT be working on this.
Some head-cannons and AU ideas:
- America has been around for a long time, almost as long as China.
- America has met Russia's mother, China as a young teenager, Greece's mother, Rome, Germania, and some other nations.
- America used to be human.
- America, as a nation, is the youngest of four brothers, the Southern United States of America (former Confederate) being the oldest, then Mexico, then Canada.
- America is more intelligent than he lets on and he considers everyone as friends and family, even Russia and Afghanistan.
- America loves Belarus.
- The 2P! World exists in another dimension and it is very hard to connect the two worlds, but it CAN happen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia - Axis Powers.
"Dialogue" - double quotes
'Thoughts' - italics + single quotes
"Vision Dialogue/Phone Dialogue" - bold + double quotes
Vision Narration - bold + italics
Narration - Nothing
Prologue: Faded Memories
A very, very long time ago, when even China was still a young man, there lived a young Native American man with tan skin, black hair, and brown eyes that shined with his very soul. But what stood out the most was that he was as free as a bird in the vast sky.
He always carried his spear, a gift from his mother.
A very long time ago, he vanished with nothing left behind save a spear and the stains of blood.
A long time ago, there were four brothers. The oldest one continued to live with the Native Americans. The smallest one brought the two middle brothers off to far and distant lands, one north and the other south, since only the smallest one was awake. By the time the two middle brothers awoke, the smallest one was back at his home land.
The youngest brother had pale white skin, dusty golden hair, and eyes as blue and vast as the sky itself. He was later found by two men.
The young man grew, and years passed by. All the while, the young man knew he would disappear one day. After all, his existence was cursed from the beginning. But he was happy… or a least you could say that. He had friends and family… possibly. But he knew one thing for sure, he never regretted his life. At times, he would be sad about the past and regretted some of the past events. Overall, though, he would not change anything at all.
Why? Because it was his life, the things that made him who he was.
The young man stared out the window, saddened by the thought of leaving. In the distance, he could see a familiar old tree. He wished he could go there and watch the world with his friends and family. Sighing, he turned and closed the door to the room. The young man headed down to the kitchen and made some tea and coffee. He walked out to the living room, still slightly messy from the last time his friends would ever play here.
The young man closed his eyes as he felt a presence creep up behind him. Pain hit him and he fell into a world of darkness.
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-Kenna Cat