Here's the super informative (total sarcasm here) prologue. It takes place in the future, after the initial story. So a sort of spoiler, though you have no idea what's going on yet, but some basic idea, I guess.

The OC here is Shetland, Caitríona Sinclair. She's the one narrating the whole story and will have interactions with canon characters as well as other OCs, maybe having some possible romance with canon characters, whihc goes for other OCs too, of course.

I do NOT own Hetalia.

Prologue

I came back to town today. It was snowing, as usual, but with ashes mixed in. I guess the ashes still had somewhere to come from, strangely enough. My boots made large indents in the fresh, grey snow. They were covered almost immediately by more of it. I kept looking at all the shops. Empty. Broken windows, twisted metal and charred brick. All smelling of gasoline and burnt wood. Even my favorite place.

The jewelry store.

When it was active, it had smelled shiny and full of riches that felt so cool against your skin. I never had enough money to buy anything myself, but I just loved looking at everything. I imagined how the smoothness of a string of pearls would feel against my neck or sapphires and rubies against my thin wrists, all the staff "ooh"-ing and "ah"-ing at how good they looked on me.

Now, I saw in the glass cases at how all the precious metals melted into each other and the gems lay shattered in some rainbow mess. A waste and a pity. I ran my hand over the warped glass before stepping outside. It had gotten darker, noticeably so. I tried to get to the cemetery as fast as I could now, before someone…disagreeable…could find me.

It was the only part of the town untouched by the incident. It was healthy, to say something. The tombstones and statues as well as the crypts were untouched…

I stopped. An axe lay wedged in the crypt of the Kjøller family. Alright, maybe not so untouched. Did I dare to look inside and most likely encounter a menace of society? I stupidly dared. It was clean and well lit in the crypt. No spider webs or small rodents about. I turned a corner and looked upon what I would call a huge mess. A man, alive I'd guess since his chest was rising up and down, was resting on a coffin. Sleeping. I didn't dare wake him. I turned back and— my foot slipped on a small patch of ice, sending me scuttling across the floor. I looked over to see if the man was woken up.

"Hallo?" he had risen his head, obviously still sleepy.

I recognized that face anywhere. And unfortunately, he recognized mine. His eyes instantly lit up when our eyes met and he scurried over to help me up. I let him. It was hard enough moving already and my trek through town had left me unexpectedly tired.

"Sinclair! Oh God, it's you! I thought I'd never see you or your ass again—"

I slapped him lightly, making him quiet for a moment.

"Shut up, Nikolaus. You know full well my name and don't talk to me like one of your whores."

He rubbed his cheek thoughtfully. "If I did have a whore, I'd want her to be you."

"That's hardly a compliment. It's hard to believe you were even able to father any children."

"Attraction. And fucking. Fucking's a big one."

"Mhm." I smoothed my dress and started for the entrance.

"You're leaving? Already?"

"I'm not staying here, Nikolaus."

"Then where are you going?"

"Home."

"You mean your father—"

"Home. My home."

"No…" he gaped. "You have a house now?"

I turned angrily at his stupidity. "Of course. I'm not going to live under any man's roof forever."

He was silent as I walked on. When I got to the cemetery gate, he wasn't following me. Good. I didn't give any of the sights I studied so carefully a passing glance as I passed them. Then, reaching the town's entrance, I was stopped by a sudden force.

"Sinclair! Sinclair!" I was crushed to his body. "Don't leave, okay? Don't leave. It's cold here and really lonely…"

"Nikolaus…" I squirmed out of his grip, my stomach kicked, irritated. "You know full well I left already."

"But you're back! You can't leave again!"

"I can and I will."

"Wh…why? Why, huh? Do you honestly hate me that much?" He was pulling the pity card. I glared at him.

"I…don't dislike you as much as you think I do." I sighed.

"Then stay." He looked into my eyes pleadingly and took my hand, smooth and gloved, in his, rough and calloused. "We can rebuild the town together. Make a new start!"

"Nikolaus…no. I really can't."

I stared into his eyes with some pity. He didn't understand. I placed his hand directly on my stomach, making sure he could feel it through my coat. His eyes flickered with a hint of mischief before widening with understanding and surprise.

"O-oh…"

"Exactly."

"You really must stay, then."

"No." I removed his hand.

"But the baby—"

"It's not what you think, of course."

"How can it not be mine?"

"How could it be yours? You forced almost every girl you slept with to have an abortion because you were so careless!" I sneered at him. "So selfish…Why would I want to have your child?"

"Because…Because I love you, Cait."

I stayed silent for a moment, not looking at him. I saw his movement in the corner of my vision and he was kneeling before me, grasping my hands in his. He looked up at me hopefully.

"Cait…I know I've been dumb and selfish…but would you…" He pulled out a small, black velvet box.

I snatched my hands back away from him and stepped back. No, he wasn't doing this. I glared at him icily, my hands clenching into fists.

"You have an inkling of a thought I'd marry you just because you think the child I carry is yours?" My voice was venomous, poisonous with rage. "Kjøller, you've gone too far this time."

I started walking away from him, leaving him on the icy ground. He followed me, I heard some of his footsteps.

"Cait—"

I abruptly stopped and turned to glare upon his forlorn face.

"It's too late, Kjøller. It's always been too late for you. You should just go too hell now. But, I see you're already there." I gave a tight-lipped smile and continued walking.

I didn't hear him anymore as I got into my car and drove off. I did see a figure in black staring after my car, but then, white.