Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

A/n: New series here :D This one came out of nowhere in fact and I felt I just had to go through and write it. Honestly I have no real ending for this story as of yet and it will probably be extremely long which is a plus for you guys I guess, right? So in short, its an AU world with magic and such. The main plot will be explained in the story. The characters will be all over the place and obviously since its me, Hong Kong as Xiang and Taiwan as Mei will appear much more often than other characters but basically anyone I like enough or interested in enough will end up in this story. So lots of nations in the mix :)

Another note, this is one of two new series so if you want something angsty and or fluffy, go look at the other new series I've promised, Fate of Soul. Its a drama fic and with many pairings thrown into the mix to create chaotic drama haha. Also I apologize for the short chapters but they are the starting ones and there will be more so don't worry. Okay well that's all for now, and until the next update, enjoy the stories

Breakthrough

Chapter 1

The plains held an eerie silence as night fell onto the field. Men were trying to set up tents to rest for the night and light fires to illuminate the darkness. Despite retiring for the night, soldiers clad in their armor were clanking around the camp to keep guard. They weren't only watching out for their fellow soldiers, but also for the enemy. Watchful eyes were locked to the forest, not knowing what trees concealed from them. Their duty kept them stern and unafraid but what gave them confidence was the general and knight leading them.

Deep at the center of the camp stood the largest tent. Within it, a light blond male sat in front of a table, staring down at a map nervously. The male sighed, leaning back into his chair as he stared to the ceiling. "What are we going to do…?" he said aloud.

The moment he said that, a fluffy white bear leaped to his lap and tilted its head to stare at him. "Who?" it uttered.

"Kumajirou, how did you get in here?" The male smiled lightly and petted the bear's head.

"He followed me," a voice answered.

The general turned around to see who spoke and was met with a pair of golden eyes hidden within the shadows. "Xiang," he answered softly. "When did you get in here?"

"When he arrived," Xiang pointed out. "But Matthew, you know that's not the reason I came here."

"Status update?"

"It seems our look-out spotted enemy movements within the forest. And we suspect that they'll be attacking soon."

"This is bad. We're in no position to defend ourselves. Our soldiers are tired from the traveling and we only have a few guards who can put up some kind of fight."

"Didn't the king send us reinforcements?"

"Yes, but they won't get here till morning… we're sitting ducks."

Matthew looked over to Xiang who was deep in thought. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, "I'll take care of this."

"What?" he asked startled. "They must be at least a hundred men out there and you'll be alone in the dark."

"Remember Matthew, darkness is my specialty. Round up the soldiers and take the delivery through the mountain range. You should be able to lose them while I distract them."

"You overestimate your abilities sometimes, Xiang. I'll stay and fight with you."

"No you can't. The soldiers need someone to guide them. It has to be you. I hold almost no authority over them."

"But they respect you," he said softly.

"Even then, you're our leader on this mission. A royal knight of the round table, you must be the one to lead and go on. I'm just a simple servant."

"Xiang…"

"You know how stubborn I am. Go Matthew. I'll stop them."

The man sighed quietly and nodded to him. "Alright. I'll start to round up the troops." As Xiang began to exit the tent, Matthew said one last thing to his friend. "Good luck."

Xiang stepped into the clear plains as the night wind blew across the grass. As he waited in front of the camp, the sounds of horns went off from behind him, rousing up the sleeping soldiers and preparing everyone to leave. At the same time, the sounds alerted the enemy that their time was up.

With that, the growing shadows within the forest began to grow larger and larger until they entered the light of the moon, fully showing their figures. The warriors of the East. Compared to their soldiers' silver colored armor, their enemy was clad in a traditional uniform of cloth. It provided much less defense but what it did grant them was agility and speed.

Xiang wasn't educated deeply in the East's army but what he did know was that there were six supreme generals and rulers that each had their respective force. And because of that, they were dressed differently to represent that force. Their emperor may represent the whole of the army but each general's force had a specialty in battle. And the force charging toward them now was wearing white. The generals were truly infamous in his land but he didn't bother getting to know them personally.

As mighty as his country was, the East was significantly more powerful for one reason; magic. The East was full of magicians which granted them unbelievable abilities and power. Magicians were rarer in the West but physically they were superior. Xiang was one of those magic users.

He concentrated solely on his surroundings, hearing the white warriors stomping against the ground and closer toward him. The moment he opened his eyes, he threw out his arms to the side and released a torrent of flames from his palms. The warriors immediately stopped their advance as a wall of fire appeared, encircling them and blocking them off from his group. Xiang panted slightly as he lowered his arms, checking his handy work.

It took a lot of stamina for him to create such a large wall of fire and even more to keep it constantly burning. As he heard one of the warriors cry out, he snapped back into action and readied himself to fight. Before they could take another step toward him, Xiang released a burst of fire from his hand, engulfing the soldiers in front of him. The loss of their comrades shook the others slightly but revenge and anger gleamed in their eyes as their charged him without care.

The warriors raised their own hands and began to shoot bursts of energy at him. Xiang quickly leaped into the air, firing off a stream of flames to send him even higher into the air. Once he was suspended in the air, he called upon even more of his power and sent a giant ball of fire toward the warriors.

Xiang couldn't see them anymore as the fire engulfed them entirely in a blazing inferno. He panted slightly as he slowly descended to the ground next to the wall of flames. Once he was sure all the men were killed, he snapped his finger, dispersing the fire and leaving the charred and smoldering ground where the warriors once stood.

When he turned around to where the camp was, it was empty, showing the rush that the soldiers went to in order to escape. Xiang took another deep breath and began to walk toward the mountains, intending to follow the army back to the West. And his home.