Memories of the Past: Book One

Prologue

The birthdays... Chances are they will not be the same in all the lives...

~Line Break~

The conference room was large, almost covering half of the fourth floor. Still, the countries felt very much cramped. There was chaos, as usual. Greece was probably the only one unaffected by it, sleeping the meeting away.

Germany took great satisfaction in the fact that the room quietened after he yelled, "We have come here to talk about possible solutions to the problems of the world!" Everyone at least attempted to look focused.

That is, until a bright white light engulfed the room.

When the light dimmed enough for them to regain their sight, they immediately noticed the lack of certain countries.

Ukraine looked around for Russia, as Belarus kept glaring at anything and everything. North Vietnam panicked, unable to find her younger sister. Taiwan and Mongolia wore worried expressions, as they could not find their cousins and siblings anywhere. Ireland and Scotland both tried to hide how worried they were for their brothers, even as America looked for England.

France tried to find Monaco. Turkey actually tried to seek out Romania and Bulgaria. Latvia kept looking for Sealand, the other Baltics, or Poland. Greenland and Faroe tried and failed to see the other Nordics, including Ladonia. Spain kept looking for Philippines. Hungary tried to find Austria as well as Kugelmugel.

Germany was in a stupor as his brother was nowhere to be seen. Liechtenstein was in much the same predicament. Romano scowled, not seeing Seborga or Italy.

As suddenly as the light came and went, they heard a voice. They knew not where it came from.

"Dear countries of this world," the voice sounded familiar yet they have never heard it before. "Allow me to introduce myself."

Canada raised a brow at the beginning of what they assumed would be a long speech. "My name is Sephira and I am the goddess of life." Greece scowled at her claim, muttering something about the name never appearing in either Greek or Roman mythology. "I have come today, in answer to a wish."

All the countries looked to France. Just the other day, he had talked about how he wished to know of certain countries' pasts and secrets...

"What?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "I didn't think it would actually work, okay?"

"Now, now. Stop fighting like spoiled children." They all grimaced at that. "You shall now see the paths they have taken and the hardships they have faced." America frowned. "Do you mean the countries who are now missing?"

They heard soft laughter before the voice spoke again. "But of course, I do. Now, before you start trying to prove how much you already know about them..." Belarus, Ukraine, Ireland, America, Canada, France, and Spain all looked ashamed. Romano simply glared at the movie screen on the wall.

"You should know that this is not the first world they have lived in... Behold their stories."

The voice did not speak again after that. A remote control sat in front of Canada. The remote only had two buttons on it: play and pause.

"The sooner we start, the sooner we finish, right?" everyone agreed with the logic and without lingering on the thought any longer, Canada pressed the play button.