Hello there loves. This is my first serious Hetalia story that I hold dear to my heart. I hope you love it too. This along first chapter that introduces 2 of our main characters as well as our protagonist. No nations in this introduction. That being said, I do not own Hetalia as it is owned by Himaruya. I only own my OCs. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The maiden who was destined to lead had not been home in over 600 years. Heaven was considered, to humans at least, a resting place. No sorrows, no worries, no pain. Just peace and happiness. Dying and waking up to seeing your friends and family who you have missed dearly, greeting you with open arms. Dancing across the clouds with fresh air in their wake. Heaven was indeed, home.
But to this woman, it was not. If anything, heaven was her prison. She was consumed in the flames of ruthless fire and was brought to this jailhouse. Yes, she would have to admit, it was beautiful. But there, in the place where one should feel the most comfortable, she felt the most pain. She was under great emotional distress, and she felt more alone than ever. Even when her family was there to ease her, she was inconsolable.
But in a far part of the universe, things weren't that joyful either. There was peril beyond imagination, and if it wasn't resolved, nothing would ever be the same.
And when the lady- more well-known as the Saint- was assigned to help rectify it, she was elated. She hadn't felt this way in over 600 years, she felt like she could touch the stars. Naturally, she wasn't happy about what was going on. She was merry because it involved her going back home. Though she only tolerated Heaven because of her Lord, and she was very admired for her numerous feats, that still brought her no pleasure.
On her mission, she was headed home. Back to the Earth, to her country which she had protected.
Elle a adoré.
France.
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It was the winter of 1999 that a baby's shrill wail disrupted the quiet, starry night of Quebec, Montreal. Only a few moments before did a shooting star grace across the shimmering stars towards the earth, unlike any scientist had seen before. The comet seemed to have no sense of direction before settling with heading towards Canada, decreasing in size the closer it got to the surface.
In the province, there lived a young couple, known by their neighbors as Simone and Leo Chevalieré. They were newlyweds, just married in the winter. The couple lived in a small, simple household, but they were by no means poor in wealth. Leo of the two was a highly esteemed doctor with a university degree in medical science. On the other hand, Simone was a historian who had been offered the job after she graduated, who even worked for a company who produced history channels.
But the two were not poor because of what they had, as there is no sense in that. No, this couple was poor because of what they couldn't have.
A baby to call their own.
The young wife had heard the newborn's cries while she was cleaning up from dinner, washing the dishes and tidying up the large bookshelf they had. Upon hearing it, she went over to see what the crying was in high concern. Folding up her apron, she put it on the counter before going to the door to open it. When she looked down at the source, her eyes widened in shock and horror. "Leo, come here!"
There was a small newborn baby in a golden wicker basket, wrapped in white cloth. It looked like the child had been left out in the cold; snowfall was constant at this time, especially with the terrible blizzards. The infant seemed to have just come out of the womb!
