A/N: Heya! I know I'm an awful author, neglecting my other fics while starting a new one before finishing any one of them...I hate myself. But I really can't help it, I just...you know, when ideas just come to you and you couldn't stop yourself from putting them down on paper. I hope this time I can properly end this one - This, one special fic that keeps pulling me back even when I was busy and shouldn't be thinking about it. Please bear with me. I have drafted the whole storyline and half of them are currently in the writing progress.

I know this AN is long, and you can ignore the previous part. But this one is important. The mark "-*scene break*-" is actually a double space bar to another paragraph. I tried making the effect of a wider space between intended paragraphs but I just can't. The downside of FF . Net I guess...Anyway, just pretend that it's invisible or doesn't exist at all. I'll appreciate it if you understand what I mean. Or, I can try to explain harder if you ask ;)

Btw, this is rated M just for future safety.

Disclaimer: I love Hetalia but I don't own it. All rights go to their respective owners. The characters belong to Himaruya Hidekazu, the plot belongs to me.

Enjoy :)

Prologue:

We tumble. We always do. Everything around us does, too. Like falling hard without feeling gravity. It feels empty and endless. And helpless. And alone.

But it's not always so despairing. Sometimes, I would look forward to the next settle down (which I always do) and wait for my fate. It's always the same. Never-ending. Though sometimes, I hate it because we're given too short a time to get along – although we have been given a lifetime to know each other, and it's my personal pride when someone ask how'd I know what is what when it comes to him. They wouldn't believe me if I explain to them; they wouldn't understand.

Anyway, I am falling again. I know I'll eventually see a light soon so I'm not even a tad bit worried. The only thing that worries me is him. I wonder how he is doing right now. Besides knowing his habits, his quirks, his interests and his own, personal being, I've never known how he's doing on the other side. I know he's tumbling too. We all do. That's why we get to meet every single time after this. We're like bees attracted to flowers. Or the Moon attracted to the Earth.

-*scene break*-

I see something now. It is a faint shimmer of grey in the horizon – by the way, it's total pitch black here. It's utterly dark that you couldn't even tell which way is up or down.

Not that it makes any difference at all though.

The tiny tinge of gray line grows wider and bigger, like a slit slowly tearing apart. Or a light opening up to swallow you down. Either way it's never anything comforting to see, but I think it may also be due to my overly-active imagination. I am those easily triggered type; anything can always make me relate one to another.

The light keeps growing. It looks more like a fluorescent light now only it's upside down. It sounds weird, but just imagine floors with lights, and that's just it. And now, since I'm descending faster, the light grows into what feels like a bright white sun which is very blinding. And very hot.

Like, very.

-*scene break*-

Okay, if you'll excuse me now 'cause I don't think I can manage much longer; I feel like I'm scorched. It's burning like hell! (I hope it's literally metaphorical.)

Sorry guys, I guess I'll tell you what happens as soon as this thing ends.

As soon as I make sense of what's happening around me and remember what and who I am. Of whom I was.

Continue?