Guess what!? The start of the second book! OK. This prologue is going to be a bit different than the last one. Actually, this whole thing as a whole is going to be a bit different. It might seem a bit darker, but that's because I'm adding a little more adult themes. Along with references to my more gruesome fics. One of which is not even up yet. Oops. Oh! I should explain. All of my Hetalia fics, barring my on human AU one, exist within the same universe. At different times, yes. But all of them exist within the same universe. All of them exist within the same universe. ALL OF THEM.
I desperately hope that you all have read the first one before reading this one, however it isn't required. You will understand what is going on for the most part in this one if you haven't read the first. Though I still strongly suggest reading the first one before reading this one. As always, reviews are encouraged to the max! Say something nice and you might get a shoutout, say something mean and you get voted off the island. Insult my story before checking your facts and you'll get a dose of reality. I've run out of APH characters to do the disclaimer, so we'll be hopping around. Cecil!
Cecil: Italy's Driving does not own Hetalia or Harry Potter. She only owns her own madness that eats away at her subconscious in the form of the whispers of the ancient gods. She writes for you all even as she is never free from the hell that her own mind has become.
… not what I asked you to do, but ok. Thanks, Cecil. If you all couldn't tell, that was Cecil! The person that does the Welcome to Night Vale podcast. He's… off somewhere. He left. OK BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! I AM CLOSING THE POLL ON AMERICA'S SHIP BECAUSE MY LOVELY MOIRAIL SAID THAT SHE WANTS GERMERICA SO THAT'S WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN! I WANTED RUSAME BUT MY MOIRAIL IS THE ONE THAT MAKES MY DECISIONS AND IS 90% OF MY IMPULSE CONTROL I'M SORRY TO DISAPPOINT! ONTO THE CHAPTER!
I WAS WATCHING MERLIN WHILE WRITING THIS. WHY ARE ALL THE NIGHTS BEING MEAN? IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT LITTLE BITCH LAMIA OR SOME SHIT
Screaming. That was what woke Arthur. Desperate screams and cries, coming from the room of his colonies. Arthur sat upright and jumped out of bed, next to him Francis did the same. They exchanged frightened looks before bolting to the boys' room.
"Papa! He's at it again," Matthew cried. Francis nodded and looked down at Alfred, the youngest of the family.
"'E's been doing zis every night since 'e was brought back, Arzzur. When will 'e stop?" Francis asked.
"I-I don't know!" Arthur sat down on the bed and pulled Alfred's head into his lap, running his fingers through the sweat-soaked hair.
"Papa, make him stop," Matthew whined.
"I wish I could, cher. But I don't know how," Francis said.
"Alfred, what is it? What did you see?" Arthur asked, as Alfred bolt upright in bed and narrowly missed banging his head against Arthur's.
"Th-there was a man. And he was hurting you. He kept shooting these green lightning bolts at you and you kept dying. And he was doing it to a lot of other people and-" a sob forced its way out of Alfred's throat, forcing him to stop.
"'E's 'aving visions?" Francis asked. Arthur nodded.
"No! I will not 'ave 'im doing zis! And zen with 'is imaginary friends? Do you know what 'e said zey tell 'im to do? Arzzur, I will not 'ave 'im in my 'ouse. Not as long as 'e keeps zis up," Francis said.
"What do you expect me to do, Francis!? I can't fix this," Arthur said, ignoring the sobbing boy in his lap.
"Zen find someone 'oo can, or Mathieu and I will leave," Francis said.
"Francis, you're not serious? How could you say that right in front of him?" Arthur asked.
"I'll say it to 'im!" Francis grabbed Alfred by the shoulders and jerked him up roughly, forcing the boy to meet his eyes. Sapphire orbs met pink tinted blue ones. One pair hard as glass, the other vulnerable as a newborn, "Alfred. Stop zis, whatever zis is, or Mathieu and I will be leaving. You don't want your bruzzer to leave, do you?"
"N-no," Alfred said quietly.
"Zen stop!" Francis released the boy and grabbed Matthew's hand, "Arzzur, if you're so set on keeping ze boy 'ere, you can sleep in zis room tonight." Francis marched out of the room, Matthew in tow. Arthur sighed and climbed into the bed, pulling Alfred with him.
"I'm sorry about that, Alfred. He doesn't mean it," Arthur said.
"Yes, he does. And he's right," Alfred looked away, "I can't keep waking you all up like this. Is there a way you can fix it?"
"No, not me personally. But I know someone who might be able to."
I SWITCHED FROM MERLIN TO THE SECOND MULAN. I LOVE THIS MOVIE
Talk spread through the little village quickly.
"You know the family that lives up on the hill?" the woman who spoke was Mrs Kathi Turner, the wife of a successful farmer. She spoke to her sister, Beth Benderman, the wife of a successful German immigrant.
"The Kirklands?" Beth asked.
"Aren't only two of them Kirklands?" Kathi asked.
"The two youngest are half-brothers, being taken care of by Kirkland, their mother's brother," Beth said absently.
"Oh? That doesn't matter. I heard the bastard of the family is mad," Kathi said.
"Really? How did you find out?" Beth asked.
"Oh, please. Everyone hears his screaming at night, it was only a matter of time till he was taken to Dr. English. I saw Arthur Kirkland walking the boy to the doctor's house," Kathi said.
"When do you think he will be taken out?" Beth asked.
"Who knows? With how often Kirkland is away, I'd wager he gets forgotten about and isn't out until he's grown," Kathi said.
"My, that is quite possible," Beth said.
"Ladies, don't you 'ave shopping to do?" the women startled at the French accented voice.
"M-Mister Bonnefoy! I am so sorry," Beth said.
"Gossip gets you nowhere, ladies," Mr. Bonnefoy said. The women scurried off, missing the face of regret the Frenchman wore.
IT'S LIKE 1 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING I SHOULD BE ASLEEP NOT WRITING THIS
August 29, 1992
"Alfred? Are jou okay?" Alfred jumped at the German accented voice.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine, Ludwig. Thank you for asking. I was just thinking," Alfred said.
Ludwig sighed, "Alfred, I know jou better zan zat. Vhatever is bozzering jou, it is not fine."
"I… you know that I was in a madhouse for a brief time as a colony. I was just thinking about that," Alfred responded.
"If jou say so," Ludwig continued, "Are you going avay zis year, as vell?"
"I'm afraid so, yes. Don't worry, Ludwig. I'll be back before you know it," Alfred said.
"Ja, I hope jou vill. I don't like jou being avay, ze meetings are boring vizout jou," Ludwig said.
"Alfred!" Alfred looked at Arthur and nodded to show that he had heard.
"I have to go now, Ludwig. I'm leaving. If, uh, you want I can come home for Christmas?" Alfred asked.
"Ja, I vould like zat. I'm sure bruder vouldn't mind, eizer," Ludwig said.
"Then I'll see you for Christmas," Alfred said, running after Arthur and Matthew. Ludwig sighed and stared after the younger blond.
"I vish he vould talk to me more," Ludwig muttered to himself.
THAT WAS A TERRIBLE SCENE BUT MY MOIRAIL WANTED IT SO MY MOIRAIL WILL HAVE IT
"Alfred! Vait!" Alfred turned around and just barely avoided losing his balance as a young Austrian micronation pulled him aside. Matthew and Harry, Ron and Hermione (whom they had met up with at the train station) looked back at him strangely.
"Leopold? What are you doing here?" Alfred asked.
"L-ludwig told me to give you this," Leopold muttered. He swiftly kissed Alfred on the cheek and then handed him a locket in the shape of Germany. Alfred's face swiftly filled with a deep blush and he shyly pressed a kiss to Leopold's cheek.
"Give him that, from me." Alfred fled back to his friends, a blush on his face and the locket clutched to his chest.
"Hey, Alfred, what was that about?" Ron asked. Alfred put the locket around his neck and smiled, blush gone.
"Nothing. Just… a gift from someone back home," Alfred continued, "Let's get to Hogwarts. I get a feeling that this year is gonna be different."
GOD AM I GETTING BAD AT THIS OR WHAT? I FEEL LIKE I WANNA DELETE THIS BUT I'M TOO LAZY TO
Yea. I'm getting bad at this. Even so, Imma keep this chapter. Ya'll don't need to pay attention to the second half of the chapter, that's just me making my Moirail happy. I swear to god, I get teary every time I watch Mulan II. Especially the part after the bandits when Shang falls? Ah! Get's me every time. Anyway! If you couldn't, Leopold is Kugelmugel. But like I said, you don't hafta pay attention to that part. That is literally the last obvious mention of America and Germany's relationship until the seventh book. Damn. This whole movie got me right in the feels. OK.
Scotland: 3
England: 3
Germany: 2
And I have been forced to give Prussia and Greece each one vote. OK. This is it for the prologue! Next chapter is getting back to Hogwarts!
Until Next Time, this is Italy's Driving saying; That's All Folks!