A/N: My first Hetalia fic! YAY! So this is a story that goes with the legend of the Queen of Emania (Not a story you will find anywhere until I type it up and post it somewhere.) Emania is my Kingdom (I'm the new queen. I'll be mentioned later. The old queen is talked about in this chapter.). Anyway, this is a cute little prolouge to the story. Enjoy little America's cuteness! Yes, this chapter takes place when America was little and being cared for by England.
I don't own Hetalia. I do own Emania though. Don't steal her or she will hurt you...WITH HER BRAIN! Du DU DUNNNNNN! . Um...Don't ask what that last line was...
America's Old Friend: Prolouge
Little America crawled into bed for the night. England came to visit him again today and the both of them were slightly tired. England sat down on the edge of the bed to tell America a bedtime story.
"Hey, England? Can I tell you a story tonight?" America asked sweetly.
"Sure, go ahead," England replied. "What kind of story?"
"It's a story of a pretty girl named Emania," America said. "She used to live on the other side of the continent. She was really nice and she was my best friend!"
"Oh, really? Well, then. Tell me the story," England smiled at the boy, who was getting comfy in the sheets.
"Okay, it starts out when I first met her in a field of grass. She had red hair, green eyes, and she had her hair in pretty curls that went everywhere! She was making a grass necklace and then she looked up and saw me walking to her. She said, 'Hello. I'm Emania. Who are you, little boy?' and I said, 'I'm America! It's nice to meet you!'" America made a dramatic pose as he sat up in his bed. He stuck out his hand as if to shake hands with the girl he was talking about. England laughed at the boy's cute poses.
"She then invited me to stay with her in her kingdom, but I said that I'd prefer to stay out on my own, but we could still play together. So, for a long time, we visited each other and played. She said we were best friends and gave me a 'friendship necklace'. She said that it was made of magic so it was special. I didn't believe her. She was wearing one just like it, too! Anyway, she said that because of the magic, I wouldn't be able to loose, or break it! I think I have it here in my room somewhere!" And little America jumped out of the sheets and ran around the room looking for his necklace from Emania. England watched as the boy looked for the jewelry. After America had said 'magic', England was very interested in the girl…
"FOUND IT!" America shouted as he pulled out a necklace from a little box. It had beads of all sorts of colors on it, all in a pattern, on a long, leather string. There was a bead on the front that had a painted picture of a teenage, red-haired girl with many curls and green eyes and a boy with dirty-blond hair and bright blue eyes that was obviously America. England took the necklace and found it quite cute.
"This is pretty nice, America. What happens next, though?" England asked. He wondered what happened to the girl, seeing that America referred to her in the past tense. America sat back down in his bed and put the necklace on as he did because he loved it so much.
"Okay, England. After she gave me the necklace, we seemed to have even more fun! But, one day, when I went over to her Kingdom to play, there was a big fire burning the ENTIRE kingdom down! I quickly ran into the royal castle, the only place the fire hadn't reached, and tried to find Emania, but she was missing. I went to her queen to ask if she knew where Emania went, but the queen was doing something. She said she was sealing her soul in the ground and when I asked where Emania went, she just said that Emania either burned in the fire, would start burning soon, or ran away from there so she wouldn't die. Then she collapsed and I had to run out of there. When I got far enough, I could only watch the fire burn the kingdom down. When the fire was gone, there were no traces of the kingdom left. I looked for days later for Emania in the surrounding area, but she was nowhere. I cried and hugged my necklace close and wished that I would see her again. I never did. The End." America ended the story with tears in his eyes as he hugged the really big necklace close to his chest again.
England calmed the boy down and told him that it was a great story. After many soothing words to get the boy calm again, America fell asleep. England felt sorry for the poor boy and hoped that America would be able to see her again. England knew that she was probably a dead nation, but there was a small chance she was still alive…
