Hello! This would be the first fiction I have ever written for this site. I don't know if I should continue, but if you all like it, and my friends at home think it's up to par, I guess I'll continue.

So… I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers, even though I wish I did. The only things I own will be my OCs and the plot line.

…….so without further adeu, this is a little preview…….

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The noises of the market assaulted the Frenchman's ears as he waited. Looking around, his eyes kept returning to the back of a young girl-child (for she was no older than sixteen, for sure) looking at some produce. France couldn't help but notice that the colour of her hair was incredibly familiar. The light, copper-red struck a place in his mind that he just couldn't remember. He was struck with a sudden memory; a time not so long ago, with l'Angleterre and Espagne, and…and…

"Francia! Mi amigo! I'm sorry I'm late, but you know Lovi. He never…. Dios mio…." Spain's voice trailed off as he spotted the figure that his friend was pondering over. "Francia…I remember seeing that pelo….but I can't….remember…can you, mi amigo?" His voice was soft, as if he was lost in his past, searching for something, anything that matched the girl in front of them.

"N-non, mon ami. I haven't been able to remember…anything…of then. If I knew when 'then' is!" replied Francis. Both countries turned as they heard a shout coming from behind.

"BRI! Donde esta?!" The Europeans stared in shock. The boy that had called, he looked exactly like….

"Cidro!" the girl turned around, making the men gasp.

"Francis! She has the eyes of Inglaterra!" gasped the Spaniard. Those pale-green orbs couldn't be mistaken.

"What about the boy; he looks exactly like you! Well, except for the eyes…" And this was true. The boy, identified as Cidro, had the same dark brown hair, tan skin, and tall figure as Antonio. His eyes, the only thing that would pretty much set them apart, were a deep, dark purple. France and Spain quickly glanced across the open market to see what would happen.

It seemed like the girl had finally purchased a bunch of plump berries from one of the carts. She sashayed her way over to the boy and they began searching the area. The nations shared a look and crept closer.

"Have you seen Franny?" he asked the girl. As she was about to reply, another shout came from behind them. France's and Spain's eyes grew wide. No…

Behind them was a curvy blonde, around the age of the first two. Her eyes also struck out to the two men, bringing back unrecognizable memories. They were a vibrant silver…as if… the Big Dipper had over turned… The Frenchman's breath stopped…

"Bri, Cid! J'ai cherché partout pour vous! Nous avons besoin de la tête en arrière au camp devant, grand-mère Bina découvre où nous-" After the phrase "grand-mère Bina", Francis lost focus and seemed to grow dim. Bina…three young women that he and his friends had loved so unconditionally…eyes that could only ever be found on one woman…

"Francis?!Que paso? Francis!!" The Frenchman had dropped; unconscious.

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A.N. Yeah…so, if you like it review. If you don't, give me your thoughts.

"Pelo" is "hair" in Spanish

"Bri, Cid! J'ai cherché partout pour vous! Nous avons besoin de la tête en arrière au camp devant, grand-mère Bina découvre où nous-" means "Bri, Cid! I have been looking everywhere for you! We need to head back to the camp before, Grandmother Bina finds out where we-"

Thanks once again!

-Paulina32196