Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

A long overdue story

Before nations, or the people who inhabited them, there was nature. Instead of bloody wars over religion and ideals, plants fought to receive sunlight before another covered the source and condemned it to a short life of darkness. Animals built shelters of burrows and nests instead of villages of mud huts and fences. Politics were simple. I am the strongest and thus I protect those weaker than me. No thirst for power over others for the mere purpose of being higher. And the strongest of all was Mother Nature herself.

Coils of brown hair falling against skin of a similar tone, matching the fertile earth beneath her feet. Speckles of white dotted her skin like the seeds of dandelion taking flight. The inverted freckles adding to the holy beauty which surrounded Mother Nature. Unlike the nations, she had no other name. Not yet, at least. For there was no need for a second name when the world knew her presence by the faint breeze carrying the scent of grass and dew regardless of the day. But Mother Nature was not the only one who watched over the world. An entire planet was too much for a single being, no matter their ability. Four other creatures rested beneath her, personifications of the weather patterns which fell upon the planet during its rotations around the sun. A steady cycle as the world renewed itself each year. At the time of their creation, they held no name at all. No civilization existed to pin names to them. So, to make it easier on who each creature was talking to, they referred to each other as the defining traits of their part of the cycle.

The masterpiece of colors and ripened food was shown in Harvest, who watched over the land during his time with an indifference known to hold caring. Hours he would walk through rows of trees, picking apples from the naturally formed orchards and bringing them back to the others for a long night of stories and food as they rested around a fire. Harvest found his weather calming. A time for nature to peak and relax before Snow arrived with his cold. To the others, he appeared careless. Not outwardly showing his love like they did, praising their weather without end as if it were always a contest. But he did love his weather. So much so that he doesn't need to argue to prove it for you can see it in his eyes and in the peaceful breaths he takes while sitting beneath a tree as leaves float to the ground, creating a colored piece of art along the earth.

Snow represented the months of cold where a blanket of white covered the land in a long sleep. His hair matched the bright white but his personality did not. While the forest slept through his weather, he ran through the snow with a smile on his face and played with the animals who stayed awake during these times. He saw no reason to hide through these months, not when the minimalist beauty of the world was on full display. So he protected the land during his time, helping packs to find food through scare times and lull tired babies back to sleep when storms grew loud.

As the snow melted away, Birth came out to play. Birth of everything. Plants taking root and reaching their leaves to the peaking sun. Mothers sending melodious cries of life into the world as babies learn to take their first steps mere days later. Her hair took the color of the radiant sun, the bright yellow shining on it's own on the dark days where clouds covered the sky. During these days, she protected the cubs as they jumped at the rolling thunder and screeched at the lightning, cooing in any language she knew to help them see her weather as a gift. For it was a gift. A gift Birth couldn't describe in words. But to her, the fields of flowers blooming underneath a blue sky filled with puffy, white clouds as a slight breeze ruffled her skirt spoke more than words ever could.

Sun stood for the long months of warmth which graced the land, when cubs would run about and see the world for all it's glory. She would run with them, tying up her brown curls with a long flower whenever they grew too annoying to handle down. You'd know Sun had arrived when the boisterous laugh rang through the air and a bright flower stuck from her hair. To her, the weather should be enjoy by all. The world was meant to be loved and who better than those that inhabited it. She frequently there festivals during her weather, though they wouldn't gain the name festivals until much farther into history, inviting the other weathers to dance and sing until late hours of the night where should would lay beneath the sky and make drawings of the bright lights which scattered it. Thinking there couldn't be anything better than this.