Hetalia a story of time

New life part 1

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Not sure if considered angst
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All countries will one day meet their destiny.

Glisters and sparkles of light flickered as he slowly opened his eyes. Slumber drifted away steadily. Finally, he rose. Awakened to this new life. His amber eyes glistened, as he rubbed them only to see this foreign land. Yet he was filled with a sense of tranquillity. Glares were bestowed upon the greenery that stood in front of him before he eventually he went to explore his new environment however when he tried to figure out what he was doing or where he was he couldn't seem to remember almost as if he has never existed. Thoughts and questions creeped in yet he was too occupied by a bunch of bright colours. What are they called again? He wondered. Flowers!!He exclaimed with a sense of triumph and joy before his attention was caught by a figure that resembled him but unlike him the other was quite irritated and disturbed by his odd environment and stayed near the area he appeared in. Stares of perplexity were shot by the new figure that appeared in this field of flower that coloured the world with its spectacular colours. One played with these new objects and admired their beauty and the other glared not leaving his spot as terror sprouted in him like ivy.

Eventually, the care free character called to the other and requested for him to join him in the river of flowers that flood this meadow. This caught the attention of a certain powerful, tall and muscular man who ran one of the world's most powerful nations. The man owned chestnut hair that matched his eyes that glowed with bewilderment and a glimpse of joy as his eyes laid on the two figures. In a strong and quite loud voice he asked who are you? The young boy shivered and trembled as the man towered over him. Luckily, it did not take him long to realise he was frightening the child by his presence, yet the others reaction confused this quite old figure. He kneeled down and his curly chestnut hair danced in the wind and he introduced himself to the boys with a kind and welcoming smile I am the representative of this great nation Rome and how can I help two of my citizens he said with a wide smile.

No response was given.

'What are your names' he asked before receiving perplexed looks from both after glimpsing at each other. Can they be he thought before quickly stopping the thought before it branched and continued with a series of basic questions to help these two young children yet every question was answered with pure confusion and silence. Before one finally stated where are we and who are you? These questions finally reinforced the thoughts he tried to bury. Only question that was truly left unanswered was what their nation is. It echoed in Rome's head, while taking both kids back to his home. Patter!

                        Patter!!

                            Patter!!

The footsteps rang .Fading. Everything began fading to a white nothingness. All that was left was him (the young boy) and the never ending footsteps  that crashed  and bashed on the floor. He swayed back and forth even now he was filled with internal peace that glued his consciences together. One word finally escaped from his mouth grandpa. It only swirled and disappeared in the nothingness that mirrored his soul. Creek! The creamy fog that he was suspended in formed mirrors. A never ending mirror. He couldn't see himself. Mirrors filled this space and he rocked back and forth as he walked on a gigantic mirror that stretched as if reaching out for assistance .Carelessly, he lumbered through the tunnel of mirrors that reflected everything but him. Nothingness. How am I? He inquired for a moment as he halted making his honey dew eyes glow and his marron brown hair gently fly. Crack! Suddenly, the mirrors broke and ...

Ahh a certain Italian mumbled as he awoke with a sudden shock from a quite peculiar dream that haunted his mind for a few minutes as he contemplated the events that occurred. Finally, he was awoken from his trance by a certain pessimist and rule abiding freak neat that possessed honey golden hair that was slid back with more gel than you can imagine.

'Oh your awake 'stated Ludwig as he entered the room with two warm cups of coffee that he handed to another character that sat silently in the corner of the room. He continued 'I would have made you one but I did not think you would wake up so soon. 'A smile slid across the Italian's face as he shook his head in a kind manner and exclaimed he did not quite mind. Right after he finished his dialogue the other figure who had chocolate hair that fell down to his shoulders in ordered rows inquired.

'Italy what was your dream about? It seemed to bother you,'Kiku asked with a hint of concern towards his dear friend, while the question gained the attention and worry of Ludwig who was ready to bash down with a bunch of questions.

'Nothing important' he answered before pausing 'just a strange dream.'

'That is good it was only a nightmare I really thought for a moment something could have been bothering you' Ludwig replied with almost greater speed as he sighed with relief with the information his friend was alright. Eventhough,Ludwig accepted his answer with no issues, however Kiku gave glares of concern and  disquietude towards Feliciano. He did not fully believe his answer. Feliciano didn't enjoy lying however he was not too sure how to answer and he preferred just to forget about it and cause no distress to his friends. Both Ludwig and Feliciano forgot about the earlier scene and proceeded to just make breakfast, while the blonde lectured his cheerful and quite carefree friend who was day dreaming about wearing pant to bed and how he always lended him clothe. Kiku just sat there enjoying the foreign cuisine: Pasta, while wondering what caused Italy to actually think. Eventually, most his anxiety was washed away by laughter and jokes that filled the room, as Germany tried to make a joke and as they ate his famous Käsekuchen (German Cheesecake).