The Earth's Turn (revision)

Chapter 1: Reflection

If any of you know this story, that's because it's already been written before. I for some reason am unable to get on to it, and it's driving me crazy. I've attempted to reset my password multiple times and I know my email had to be correct, but it just didn't work. So here I am...restarting my fanfiction with more editing. Bozhe moy...

Disclaimer: I own none of the Hetalia characters, only my rendition of the Earth as an OC ;)

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As I stared out over the horizon, I couldn't help but reflect on my history. Since my birth, so many things had happened. The evolution of unicellular organisms into such complex beings had to be the most important out of them all. Their evolutionary adaptations never failed to amaze me, and it was thanks to them that I could have a multicellular form. I adapted with them, and the only thing I could claim over their evolutionary history was the insertion of mutations into their genome. Every so often I would mingle with the different species, inputing mutations that would hopefully benefit them over the course of time and eventually helping make way for a dominant species. For millions of years I waited and waited, and that waiting paid off.

The dinosaurs were my original pride and joy. It took hundreds of thousands of years for them to become the most incredible giants I had ever had the pleasure of growing with, and to be fair, that was pretty quick in the evolutionary timeline and my own personal timeline. My favorite was what the humans called Tyrannosaurus Rex. I was a child back then, and the carnage and terror that Tyrannosaurus Rex brought throughout its own world was stupefying to me. But I looked up to it. The mothers were so caring of their young. They would fight to the death to protect their children, and fight to feed them in a world that showed no mercy to younglings. I would know, because I got the opportunity to grow up as a Tyrannosaurus Rex myself. The thrill of the chase, the ambush, the meal...it was something I would never forget. So when that day came, I was shaken to the core...literally and figuratively.

The day the earth shook. A day I would gain a scar that would be infinitely carved into my skin and never to disappear. The sky rained fire and ash, and all the creatures around me were in a desperate panic to find shelter...to survive. All I felt was pain. Immensely unbearable pain as I felt more than half of the world die at once. To this day, natural disasters still have a strong impact on my physical being, but none have ever reached the magnitude of that meteor all those millions of years ago.

When the dinosaurs died out and the mammals remained, it took me a millennia to recover from the physical and emotional wounds the mass extinction left on my body and in my mind. I was broken, wandering as whatever species I so desired just to keep occupied, to distract myself from the slowly healing wound that formed a starburst design right over my heart. In the time it took the land to heal, new creatures started developing. The mammals rose to great heights, exceeding my expectations of them after the dinosaurs died out. But there was one group of mammals that intrigued me beyond all else. The hominids.

I watched them over the course of millions of years, debating whether or not I should intervene. They were thriving surprisingly well in the developing world, and always managed to surprise me with their innovative minds. So I joined them. I learned about them. I aided them in their growth. I am the missing link. I'm what gave them a jump into a more domestic lifestyle. To this day I've always wondered whether I made the right decision or not. While incredibly intelligent creatures, the humans are destroying me bit by bit...piece by ever precious piece. 

I need to fix this. I need to fix them. I need to find a way to influence all of the different countries, to tell them how their people are destroying me. I'm no different from them. I want to live, I want to give life. But how? 

That's when I found out about an academy that housed the personifications of each nation (and...other). I knew then that I had to get in. I had to spread awareness somehow without alerting them to my presence. The last time I showed myself to the old nations and humans, I became a god to them... I didn't want that to happen again. I'm just like them. We're all the same, and I'm not above them in any way, shape, or form. 

Don't put me on a pedestal, because I'm not perfect. Not perfect at all...

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Different opening chapter, yes. The following chapters will remain predominantly the same for those of you who know the story! 

I really hope you like this! It's been forever since I've poked it with a stick, and I'm wondering if I can still get anywhere with it!

Love you, doves!

~Berk