Hello! I'm Red-White Roses, but just call me Rosie! I'm a new author, so be easy on the comments please! Anyway, you're problably wondering why I'm making a Hetaquest written version when there's like ten others on this website alone, but I can explain.
I read all the other fanfics of Hetaquest, and liked them, but they just won't UPDATE! Yes, I respect that they're busy with other things, so while I'm waiting with my fellow fans for them, I'm going to write this to pass the time. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this sucks, and it isn't original, but don't flame me for that! Constructive criticism or moral support only please! Though if you do flame me for some stuff I did or something, I wil "probably" ignore it and continue the story.
This is the new version of the prologue, and it has extra stuff by me (before the game starts as background info and stuff like that) along with extra dialogue for story consistency. I hope this version is better than the first.
I update very randomly, and the best I predict, is that I'll update at least one chapter (and it means in TOTAL, between "Hetaquest" and "Tales of Hetalia") per month.
Hetalia does not belong to me and belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya. Hetaquest also doesn't belong to me. Hetalia~!
"The World Meeting will now take a Lunch Break. The meeting will continue in one hour. That is all," Germany said with utter exasperation. A vain was throbbing in his temple. Currently, he had a firm grip on Prussia's shirt collar, who was screeching profanities better left unsaid, while attempting to break free from his little brother's iron grip. Germany's usual impeccably slicked back hair was loose and dripping wet, and the front of his dress shirt was soaked with water. He glared at his older sibling. The other nations closest to the pair shrank away from the German's frosty stare.
"Meanwhile, I'll be taking this dummkopf home before he can potentially destroy this room any more than he already did." At this, he gestured to the many overturned chairs, the smashed windows along with the badly damaged walls. Puddles of water littered the floor, and the meeting table had been neatly split in half, curtesy of Russia and his lead pipe. The other drenched nations hurriedly nodded in agreement, shuddering at the recent memory.
Prussia had broken into the meeting room, declaring his awesomeness to the world while holding something behind his back. Germany of course yelled at him to get out, and Prussia had stuck out his tongue, irritating the German even more.
"Mein Gott, just go home, bruder!"
"Why would I do that, when it's a lot more fun torturing you and messing up your precious meeting? Kesesese!"
"Can't you be reasonable-"
"Nein! You're not going to stop me from claiming all of your unawesome vital regions for Prussia!"
Germany rubbed the sides of his temples, trying to somehow deal with his older brother without using his usual methods. He really didn't want to destroy the meeting room. "... Prussia, don't you have anything better to do, other than arguing with me?"
Prussia paused for a moment, as if he was actually considering the answer. He then grinned maliciously. Germany then regretted asking him. The other nations unintentionally agreed silently.
"That reminds me! Happy Birthday, West!"
"Wait, it's not even my-"
Germany received a blast of water in the face, leaving him spluttering and enraged. Prussia laughed obnoxiously. In his hands was a bright green hose similar to the ones in the average garden. Germany paled significantly.
"Please don't tell me that's a garden hose-"
"Commence Operation Claiming All Vital Regions Via Garden Hose Attack!" Prussia aimed the deadly weapon at the now panicking nations scrambling for cover. Russia looked up curiously. He smiled.
"Oh, are we playing a game? I love games!"
As Russia spoke, nations were being swept away by the continuous blast of water erupting from the opening of the emerald tube. Almost all the countries were now completely soaked and using any means to defend themselves from Prussia's Hose of Doom. Most of the furniture had been used as mentioned protection and they were now trying to get to the former nation. Their attempts were in vain. Prussia laughed his obnoxious laugh.
"Kesesese! Now this is what i call awesome!" He shut off the water for a moment to get a better grip on the once-harmless rubber tube, allowing the other countries to get a chance to get to safety.
"Get back here, you cowards!"
"Bruder, let go of the hose before I make you!" Germany wrestled with Prussia for posession of the hose as his brother protested in vain.
"Nein!"
As Prussia tried to pull the now-weapon out of Germany's grip, he had been unfortunate enough to accidently aim at Russia. The moment a gush of cold water hit the northern landmass in the face, hell broke loose.
As the others dispersed into their usual groups, heading for their hotels for a change of clothes and a good meal, Italy bounced over to Germany. Prussia managed to get ahold of the sides of the doorway, which he latched on to desperately. Germany was left trying to pull him away in vain.
"Bruder! If you do not let go this instant-"
"Dammit! I hate you, West! You stopped the awesomeness that's me from having some fun for once!"
"What you call fun is destructive and unproductive-"
"Fuck you!"
Italy tugged on Germany's sleeve, completely disregarding the uncomfortable situation Germany was in. Germany grunted.
"What."
"Are you ready, Germany? Lets go eat pasta for lunch today!"
"If you can't tell, I'm a little busy with my bruder at the moment. Go with Japan or Romano."
"But-"
At that moment, Germany finally managed to tug Prussia free, allowing him to be dragged struggling out the doors.
"Gute Tag, Italia. I'll see you later at the meeting."
When Germany vanished from sight, Italy pouted. "But you said that we'll eat pasta together..."
When he didn't receive an answer, Italy sulkily walked through the hallways of the building. He passed the library room, but he paused when he heard a familiar voice.
"Where is it..."
"Ve? Is that America?" Italy stuck his head through the doorway. Sure enough, the obnoxious world power was sitting on the floor next to several nearly-empty bookshelves, flipping through the pages of an a book. When he didn't find what he was looking for, he threw it aside, letting it join a mountain of discarded books near him.
"Wht are you doing, America?" Italy asked. The said nation looked up, surprise etched into his face. He then grinned.
"Hey, Italy! What's up? I'm just looking for this book, but I can't find it for some reason. A bunch of the other countries said I need to read it some time. I was going to read it today, but..." He then gestured at the messy library room. Italy nodded.
"What's the name of the book? Maybe I heard of it and I can tell you!"
"It's called, The Atmosphere. Heard of it?"
"No... Wait, I remember! Now that you mention it, Japan and a bunch of other people told me I have to read it too! Can I help?"
"Sure, if you want."
Forty-five minutes later...
"I can't find it," America grumbled, half-heartedly shuffling through the pages of the open book on the table, a bored expression on his face. Italy sighed forlornly in agreement.
"'The Atmosphere" book we have to read. Where could it be?" Italy wondered.
"We've looked everywhere and we still couldn't find it. It must be a legendary book…" America said. They both groaned in frustration. Then America perked up, flashing his trademark smile.
"But no matter how difficult it is, I won't give up! After all, I am a hero!"
As America feverishly renewed his efforts, a mysterious woman in a long white cloak entered the library. The woman looked around until she spotted the two and walked up to them. Her large hood obscured almost of her physical features, save for some of her short, platinum blonde hair.
"What are you looking for?" she asked curiously.
Italy answered. "We're looking for the legendary Atmosphere we have to read!"
"The legendary atmosphere you have to read?" the girl repeated carefully. She stood there quietly, as if contemplating about something. Finally, she spoke.
"Maybe it's this," she said. The mysterious woman pulled out something from underneath a cloak. It was a book. She handed it to them. America and Italy stared at her with surprise, which quickly changed to pure happiness and delight.
"Really!?" America said, excited. She nodded sadly, as if she was remembering something rather painful that she would rather forget.
"You can keep it if you want. I don't need it."
Italy smiled happily, his curl bouncing up and down in time with his movements.
"Grazie! How about we have some tea next time we meet?"
She smiled. "I look forward to it."
The woman rather hurriedly, but America and Italy didn't notice. They were too excited over the fact that they finally found the legendary Atmosphere book.
"The atmosphere that we have to read! We finally found it!" America examined the book carefully.
"Anyway, it looks really fancy. It has these gems encrusted on the cover."
The book was bound in smooth yet worn black leather, its parchment pages slightly yellowed and damaged. Five large, beautiful round gems glittered in a circle at the front of the book: red, white, black, blue, and green. The book itself looked quite ancient.
"And it doesn't have a title or the author's name. How weird," America noted.
"Maybe it's because it's a legendary book and not just an ordinary one?" Italy offered.
They stared at the book for a few moments, pondering the reason of the unlabeled book, but they quickly pushed it aside for later thought.
"Anyway, let's read it now!" Italy said excitedly. He opened the book to the first page. They quickly found the Table of Contents. It was separated to three sections.
"Oh, an index," Italy said. "Let's see… It looks like it's divided into three chapters."
Italy said the first chapter out loud. "Chapter One: Feliciano."
America spoke the second chapter's title with a clear voice. "Chapter Two: Alfred…"
Suddenly, the book started to pulse with a white glow, waves of energy flowing down the pages. The two of them tried to drop the book, but it was stuck to their hands. The five gems lit up, filling the room with their respective colors. Just as suddenly as it started, the light disappeared.
"Wh-what?!" Italy cried out. A brilliant golden circle of light surrounded him, glowing brightly. America stumbled away. As Italy reached out, his hands outstretched, he started to become transparent, before vanishing entirely. The golden circle faded.
"Italy!"A golden circle identical to Italy's then completely surrounded America. He raised his hands to shield himself from the blinding light. Gold encased him, obscuring his vision. America yelled out in shock and fear.
"Shit, what's going on?!"
With that, the circle gave off a blast of pure light. When it faded, America was gone, any traces of his existence erased. The book tumbled to the floor, the page still open at the index.
Chapter One: Feliciano…
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