Hello Again! Miko here! This is just a fan-based thought of mine about the earlier years of Greece and what happened. Enjoy my fellow Hetalians. :3

Oh, I don't own Hetalia in any way, shape, or form.

Chapter 1

A little boy sat on marble steps in front of a large columned building. His sandaled feet rested on the step below him and his hands settled behind him. Bright, olive-green eyes watched the sky in wonder and wisps of auburn colored hair blew gently into his face from the breeze.

After a few moments, sandals were heard scratching on the marble behind him. Swiveling his head, his face lit up at the sight of a woman standing there. Her smile was warm and her eyes were calm, and yet wisdom flowed through them as well. Hair the color of chocolate was pulled into a messy bun on her head and white robes covered her simple frame, the long ends of the fabric cascading to her feet.

Kneeling down beside the boy, she ruffled his hair lovingly and placed a kiss on his forehead. The boy gazed up at her, a soft smile on his lips. Raising his arms, he reached out as if he wished to be held. Instead, she hugged him with a slight laugh. "My son, you didn't have to wait for me."

The boy then grinned, "I have to wait, mother. You promised more training today." Eagerness was apparent in his voice. The woman nodded, her eyes flashing with grief momentarily. "Yes. That's right, I forgot." She patted his head and stood up, smoothing out her robes. "Come on then, Heracles."

She took his hand and led him away from the building. Heracles followed loyally, but he looked back curiously, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw a man in the shadows. A smirk rested on the man's lips, but the rest of his face was covered in a white mask, cold eyes gleaming from behind it. Brightly colored robes adorned him as well, and a funny looking hat rested on top of his attire. He gave a brief wave; his other hand resting on a hilt of a sword attached to his hip, and then vanished into the shadows. But a gruff voice sounded, loud and clear, "I'll be back soon, Helena. That is a warning." The hand surrounding Heracles's hand tightened and the boy looked up at his mother, startled. But he said not a word, having been taught not to ask questions when the time wasn't right.

To his surprise, she spoke to him in a hurried voice. "If you ever meet that man again Heracles, come get me, alright? You are too young to deal with the likes of the Ottoman Empire."

"But-"

"Trust me, my son." Her eyes were stern. Heracles then nodded and continued to follow his mother away from the building and the strange man.

Rocky hills overlooking the Mediterranean appeared shortly as their journey came to a close. Helena closed her eyes and then pulled her hand away from her son. "Have you figured out the answer to the question, Heracles?" she spoke firmly. He nodded slowly. "Yes. Energy is the simple power of all life. Without it, humans and animals would not survive. We must channel our energy in the smartest way, to help others and create peace." He puffed his chest out, proud of his answer.

"But what if we do have to fight, then what should the energy be used for?" He looked up at his mother, chewing his lip. He had no words for this question.

The palm of Helena's glowed a bluish tint and a ball of light formed. "Watch, my son." Flexing her arm, the light floated above her head and then erupted into a blinding flash. Shielding his eyes, he watched as the grass browned and wilted. "Energy spent must be replaced." She noted and pressed her other hand on the ground. A few moments later, the grass returned to the green color it had sprouted in the beginning of its life.

"See? Or else the life would die."

And this concludes chapter 1. I know I haven't worked on my other stories much lately, but I am eager to finish this one. If you want more of the story, please let me know! It will be much appreciated! ^_^