Once upon a time, you had heard someone say, "That which divides us will only make us stronger." Your father had said something about how that person had mixed two separate quotes into one, but you didn't care. It had always sounded like a nice belief to you. NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THIS FIC BUT A USER I DEVIANT-ART BY THE NAME, "lasmin18 ". I DO NOT ALSO OWN HETALIA AND NOTHING ELSE.

The world is quite a cruel place, the personifications of each nation is well aware of that. You soon find yourself engulfed into a new reality; a reality dwelling with those personifications. Eventually old memories resurface shaping the keepers into new forms. A single sunflower wilts away yet it's the very end of his world. If only those around would've understood, then perhaps this wouldn't have been such a destined fate...