A/N: Hey! Another multichapter fic I have no idea how fast I'll update. Let's all hope it won't take long, yes?

Denmark - Matthias Køhler

Norway - Lukas Bondevik

Iceland - Emil Bondevik

Warnings (for later): underage sex, incest, death, drama, violence

Pairings (for later): DenNor and NorIce. Maybe some more later on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did, do you honestly think I'd be writing fanfiction


Once upon a time, a king lived happily with his wife and their beautiful son - Matthias. They lived happily for the people in the kingdom adored the king and his family. Through the years, Matthias grew to be a strong and handsome young man who had kept his childish behaviour, much to the displeasure of his mother, who to her last days had hoped that Matthias would grow to be responsible. Still, everybody loved the young prince, reckless as he may be.

One day, after the soldiers had returned from yet another expedition, they brought with them a young woman. She was dressed in a weird way had the most alluring blue eyes, though cold enough to freeze fire. Nobody knew who she was but it was quickly decided that her beauty made her worthy of being the prince's wife. The woman refused but was left no choice in the matter. On the night of the wedding, she ran away from the palace but didn't go too far before the soldiers caught up to her.

The young prince seized the strange woman's wrist and pulled her in for a kiss but was met with a slap in the face. Enraged, the prince drew out his sword and thrusted it into the woman's chest. Blood spilt from lips as her blue eyes slowly rolled back in her head. Her body started glowing with purple light, making the prince and his soldiers step back. The woman's lips parted, letting more blood spill out of her body and with an omnious voice, which sent a shiver down everybody's spines, she said:

"Ritt ek i fra mer gondols ondu. Œin þer i bak biti annar i briost þer biti þridi snui uppa þik hœimt oc ofund." (1)

Suddenly, strong wind came out of nowhere, making the woman's hair swirl around her, the purple glow her body emitted now intensified to the point where it blinded them. The wind was slashing through their armors and clothes and with the cry of pain, everything exploded. All they could see was blinding purple, all they could feel was the slashing wind. Wounds appeared on their flesh as drops of blood fell to the ground and then...everything ended.

Some time after the event, the young prince forgot all about the strange encounter, but Fate never did.

Fate would very soon remind him of the woman's words, even if the arrogant man hadn't understood them.


A/N: Okay hope you liked the Prologue. Please I'm still unsure whether to write it or not. I'm not sure if you'll like it.

(1) This is a curse in Old Norse. I went through a lot of trouble to find it but it's a legit curse that a woman called Ragnhildr Tregagás has pronounced the following spell against a certain Bárðr. It translates to:

"I cast the spirits of Gondul from me. The first bites your back, the second your chest; the third turns hate and envy against you."

It's not really what I wanted but I really needed for the curse to be in Old Norse and that's the only one I found so...