Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or anything of the sort.

AN: Hey, guys? No, no, no collective groan! I'm sorry, okay? It's another story from me. But, alas, it's no longer summer, which means I do not have unlimited free time... So stories won't be updated as quickly. I'm sorry. But, since I was bored during a long, uneventful drive, this kind of happened...

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Hello. My name is Hope Eternity. That's all you need to know.

Well, that might not be everything you need to know. I represent the country Frenscia. I look like I'm about sixteen, but, in reality, I'm a hundred years old.

I stand in front of a large item that was once called a 'mirror'. There has been no replacement word, so it stands the same. I look at myself. I bite my lip, feeling tears emerge.

I have long black hair that goes to my waist, and I carefully take it into my tanned skin. I pull it up slowly, feeling the weight of it. I take a large clip and put it up. There, less weight.

I look into my eyes, which have already started to tear up pitifully. I sigh.

My people look into my eyes and gasp, point, whisper. I've received many complements, but I've also received ridicule.

They're a bright golden color, but if you look closely, you can see flecks and swirls of red, blue, green, brown, and purple. It's like a rainbow of eye colors.

People think it's pretty, so they ask why they're always filled with bitter tears.

I have a few siblings. I call them by their names, Faith, Soro, and Feuri Eternity. They're… different.

Faith, my sister, represents the country Yurjol. My eldest sibling, my brother Soro, is the country Honsain. My other brother Feuri depicts the country Weylrid.

Soro, the oldest as I've said, is always… at his low. He has dark brown hair and darker skin than mine, and deep, sad blue-violet eyes. His country isn't as big as Feuri's or Faith's, but that's not the problem. He seems to have nothing but pain bent up within him. I always try to comfort him, telling him everything will be okay. Looking at his country, I understand his pain. Besides being a little small, perhaps, he has a lot of issues. His economy is going down the drain, and he's always under the threat of being invaded by our other siblings. He has good land, I suppose, but due to stress he's never been able to cultivate it. And… he knows so much. He's very smart, but… it's taxing.

Then there's Faith, the next oldest. She's got bright blonde hair that's a bit shorter than mine, and her eyes are a bright green, and she's pale. We would always joke and say they were green of how envious she was. She had plenty of faith, all right, that's definitely true. But all of her faith was placed in herself, and it has been corrupted to pride, greed, and envy. She has a ton of land, the largest of all of us. She's a little dim and headstrong, placing too much trust in herself. She loves giving orders and underestimating us… She thinks she can do anything. She's invaded the rest of us several times, stealing land especially from Soro. She also steals quite a bit from Feuri, and me… it's almost like she's sorry for me. She hasn't invaded in a while.

While she and Soro look like adults, next comes Feuri. He looks just barely eighteen; He's got red-brown hair and bright red eyes. His skin is somewhere in between mine and Soro's, as if he had been in the sun for quite a long time. He too has plenty of land, and he likes to invade just to spite us. He's always declaring war, which makes Faith defensive. If we could, Soro and I would stay neutral. But we're always dragged in, and then we're… allies, I guess. That's a foreign word to my lips. It has almost lost meaning in our world. Feuri… he's always angry. He's always annoyed about everything, raging on about the tiniest of things. He has no mercy, no forgiveness. It makes me sad and ashamed to see him like that, but I have to think that he can't be all bad.

My country is the smallest in the world, of the four countries there are. Since Yurjol is huge, it takes up about a third of the world. Weylrid is also very large, taking nearly another third. The rest is my country, Frenscia, and Soro's, Honsain. We're both small, and about equal, though his is distinctly larger than mine.

My country is surprisingly the most appealing of the four. Frenscia is teeming with resources and my people are kindhearted and peaceful. We're strong and capable fighters. But it seems landmass is all that the others care for… I'm the youngest, obviously.

Well… I wasn't always the youngest. There used to be another country in our world. Her human name was Joy Eternity. She was the lovely country Dinaveo. She was smaller, even smaller than me and Honsain. She was our baby sister.

The oldest she ever looked was about ten. We all… we all adored her. She was always happy, so optimistic. She had lovely red hair and pretty hazel-brown eyes. Her skin was just a bit darker than Faith's.

What happened? The tears fall, slowly, but finally. It's the first time I've allowed myself to think about it in ten years.

Ten years ago, when I was ninety, Weylrid was about one-hundred-twenty, Yurjol was one-hundred-eighty, and Honsain was two-hundred, and Dinaveo was fifty…

It was very sudden. I was sitting in my small home in the center of my capital when the paper-boy came by. I went out and picked it up. The front page shocked me, and I dropped the paper.

A picture of Dinaveo's capital bombed. News that Weylrish and Yurjon troops had both invaded the tiny landmass. I phoned Joy, but she didn't pick up. Next I called Soro, and thankfully, he did. Neither of us knew what was happening…

I rushed to Dinaveo. It was flaming there, people running and screaming in madness. I found the small, charred, mutilated body. Her hair as red as the blood flowing from her chest…

Dinaveo is now gone. Half of the land is now Yurjol, and half part of Weylrid. My little sister…

They killed her. I know that. Apparently, she was so small that… they thought it would be easy.

I have to wonder just how safe I am. But I also know something else…

The world most certainly didn't always belong to us, the Eternity kids. Our world, in this year three thousand, was not always so… estranged.

There used to be tons of countries. Tons compared to us four. And I'm worried. Long ago, it says in our history texts, there was a war. Not just a war, though. It was devastating.

Something tore up that old world, what exactly it was we don't know. A combination of things, really, did them in. Firstly, they were at each-others' throats. They were so fed up with each other, and wanted nothing more than each other destroyed. They didn't mean to, I don't think. It just… hurts to think of. A lot.

And then, there was the fact that they were polluting the hell out of their world. Limited resources and these things called 'fossil fuels' that I'm not familiar with. They had nearly killed themselves, the entire world, in the process of 'bettering' it.

Everything was going downhill. They were running out of strength, energy, and… time.

I don't remember much of when I was little. I remember running in a dry, brown place that must have used to be a field. I ran into a group of twelve people.

They were bloody. Beat down, exhausted. It was absolutely pitiful. And though I was absolutely tiny, I knew where I was.

A battlefield… and something about it simply didn't seem right. I remember my big, multi-colored eyes filling with tears, black hair bobbing as my head fell. I started crying, seeing and feeling how much hate and resentment was gathered. But under all of that? Fear, pain, grief, anger… and the worst feeling of all.

Hopelessness.

My crying had gotten the strange men's attention. They were, after all, all male. I remember them all looking at me as I sobbed openly. I was only a baby; it was weird feeling such tension.

An odd looking man with silver hair and purple eyes said something I couldn't understand, pointing to me. Everyone stared. A man with green eyes and blond hair then said something I understood:

"It's a baby girl… she looks like a new country."

There was such open pain and simple tiredness in his voice, as if he wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep the endless sleep.

A different voice, this one quiet, coming from a very tall man that was a little hard to make out. He had dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and glasses. He held something white near him. "Like the other two that showed up? What were their names… Honsain and Yurjol? And the other small one that we found a while back…Weylrid? The ones to replace the… ones that disappeared? So… more are gone?"

"It would seem that way," another strange man, this one with short black hair and weird brown eyes. He was small.

They all looked so tired so hurt so… damn the horrible word, hopeless. It stirred something within me. Something I could not name…

"When the others found those kids, they died shortly after… and another appeared. So, do you think we're all that's left…?" This man had lighter hair than the very first and red eyes.

"Probably," a man with slicked back blond hair, and icy blue eyes.

I had walked up to one of them – he looked like the quiet one, but his hair was a little shorter and he had a cowlick. He seemed so lost and depressed.

I could tell from the reading of emotions I was getting that… he wasn't supposed to be like that. He was supposed to be very hopeful, to an… unrealistic point. He wasn't supposed to get like this.

I offered a small smile and hugged his blood-stained leg. "Don't worry mister," I remember my little voice saying, "everything will get better!"

He laughed slightly, pitifully, and took me in his arms. "You know," he said softly, "I remember being little. I was… kind of like you."

"Poor girl, look what she'll turn into," the green-eyed man teased again. But his teasing sounded sad.

"What's your name, little one?" This man had gold-blond hair and blue eyes. I tilted my head, thinking.

I remember fondly saying it loud and proudly.

"My name is Frenscia!"

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AN: Oh dear, what is this...? Well, I suppose we'll find out. You like? R&R, please~!