Alice sat in her living room on a Tuesday night, a leather-bound book heavy in her lap. Her sparkling emerald eyes scanned the parchment with interest and curiosity, quietly sipping her tea as she did so.

Uneasiness continued to creep over her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up with alarm. Unable to bear the feeling any longer, she slammed the book closed and set it on the table next to her. An eerie silence drifted over the house. Something was about to happen. She knew it. Something magical.

Lúvísa felt as if there had been an old chill in the air today. She was all alone in the house with the exception of Ekaterina and Hirokiken*, who were both quietly napping in Ekaterina and Petra's room upstairs. Her striking cobalt blue eyes found the pretty golden roses in Birgitta's newest addition to her vase collection. What was that boy's name again... Wiley, wasn't it?

The flowers had been a gift on Petra's birthday, if she remembered correctly. She did, however, remember that Ekaterina had stomped her feet in anger and jealously asked where her flowers were. Wiley, who evidently couldn't come up with a better excuse, had winked and said he wasn't able to find any flowers that could compare to her beauty. She took the excuse and blushed as red as her hair, Petra teasing her for the rest of the party.

'Ah, young love,' she mused, cupping her cheek with a porcelain hand. She sighed and tucked a long strand of pale blond hair behind her ear as she moved to go open the window.

The cold air shocked and invigorated her. Something was coming. And it was coming, fast.

Ruxandra burst into dance as her favourite song began to play, while she swept the floors of her old Romanian castle. God, this place needed a clean up. But it was so biggg.

Her music echoed through the stone walls as she danced from room to room. Her long and dark strawberry blond hair whipped around as she twirled. Pausing the music, she frowned. There was still a looong way to go. She debated calling Mirela for aid. Or perhaps Alice and Lúvísa would be of more assistance?

She snapped her fingers before bouncing up the grey stairs, her cleaning equipment floating behind her.

Stopping in mid-bounce, she snapped her fingers once more and permitted the cleaning equipment to clack on the floor.

She needed to warn the others. Something was coming any minute now.

[Author's Note: Hello again! If you couldn't tell I've changed my username a few times and finally settled on this one! This is my first ever Hetalia fan fiction (that I've uploaded at least), so I hope it'll turn out alright and most of the characters are in character! Since Nyotalia is one of my favourite things about APH, I decided, 'Why not write about it?'

Now if you know me, you'll understand I have a horrible habit of posting one or two chapters of a story, get one or two likes or reviews, then later decide I dislike it so I delete it or just say 'On Hiatus'. I'm sorry. I just find that my writing style changes a lot and I can't help hating my old stories with a passion, even though I know some people like them. I deeply and truly apologize, and I hope it's not the same with this one! And to that person who reviewed my Percy Jackson story: Annabeth will show up, I promise. I was so upset that I'd only got a few reviews that I'd put it on hiatus/'rewrite'. I'm sorry that I've got you raging. I'll make sure to revise it and reedit it and then I'll repost it. I don't know how long it'll take, but I promise I'll try. I can't guarantee you anything, but I'll try.

I know this is short, but this is only the first part of the prologue bit. I hope you'll enjoy it a bit! The second portion will be posted right after!

And for your knowledge...

Alice = Fem!England

Lúvísa = Fem!Norway

Ekaterina = Fem!Ladonia

Hirokiken = Male!Hanatamago

Petra = Fem!Sealand

Birgitta = Fem!Sweden

Wiley = Male!Wy

Ruxandra = Fem!Romania

Mirela = Fem!Bulgaria

Hirokiken* - I know you're probably wondering why I chose 'Hirokiken' as the name for Hanatamago's male counterpart. If you don't remember, Hanatamago is Finland's pet dog (a Maltese, I think...) who can speak around Christmas time and is rumoured to represent the Aland Islands as she lives with both Finland and Sweden. As Finland has demonstrated his horrible naming tendencies, they settled on Hanatamago, a combination of Japanese 'hana' and 'tamale', respectively 'flower' and 'egg' and therefore, 'flower egg'. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to find a name - originally I thought Hanatamago was Finnish for flower egg, but after looking the dog up, I found it wasn't. So to get the name I combined 'hiro' and 'liken', respectively 'prospering' and 'peril' and therefore 'prospering peril'. Seems like something Finland would name a dog. I may change the name in the future, so beware! And I'm only going to say this once - everything you recognize belongs to the wonderful Hidekaz Himaruya. Sorry if I spelt that wrong.

Stay super!

- Love, missmicro-chan!]