AN: Okay my first Hetalia fanfiction. This is just a prolouge. I'm not exactly sure how the story will progress, relationship wise. I will probably decide relationships or how long the story will be, by the reviews. There might, might be yaoi as well so if you don't like those parts don't read them. Anyways, So PLEASE post reviews! I wish to hear from you guys!

Rated M for blood, gore, language, and probably some sexual moments.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I wish I did, but I don't.

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England sat in a back of his black car with a report in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He took a long drag on the cigarette as he and scanned it with his tired green eyes for the hundredth time.

5 August, 2134

After twenty-two years, six months, and seventeen days of armed conflict World War Three has ended with the signing of the Union Treaty. The treaty dictates that the nations of the world with join together under the Russian flag to ensure that such a wall will never happen again.

England scowled at the mention of Russia. His heart felt heavy as he continued reading. A stabbing pain shot through his left eye. Reflexes kicked in and he reached up, putting his palm over the bandage in an attempt to sooth it. Once the pain subsided he continued reading.

Although the nations of the world have once again found peace the aftermath of the world is devastating. Nuclear warheads scorched most of the Earth making resources scarce. Few nations came out with minimal damage, most nations were badly crippled. Only one nation fell. The United States of America was destroyed, as part of the Union Treaty.

He crumbled the paper up and tossed it on the floor of the car. England glanced out the window at the passing city. "The first world conference in twenty years and it's held in that bloody bastard's capital." He muttered bitterly. Moscow looked worn from the war but was better off than other capitals.

Pulling up to a large white building, England straightened his suit and reached over across the leather seat to grab his crutches. His driver opened the door and gave him a small nod before getting back in the car and driving away. England turned back towards the building and glaring daggers at it, hoping that it would burn.

"Angleterre! I see that your wounds are looking better, mon cher. " England saw France, dressed in a white silk suit walking down the steps towards him. His arm was in a sling and he had a few cuts on his face. France was trying to smile but it didn't seem to reach his pale blue eyes.

"Thanks, Frog. It's a shame that those cuts on your face are healing." He replied. France and England met half way.

"Such harsh words," France muttered. A sad expression formed on his face as France studies his companion. "Arthur." He called in a whisper. He reached out to help England up the stairs but England slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me." England hissed. Ignoring the pained expression on France's face, England headed up the stairs and inside leaving France on his own.

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It wasn't long before every nation was assembled and sitting at the conference table. The air was heavy and tense. All the nations sat in silence as they glanced at each other from their seats. Each of them was watching each other. Worry, exhaustion, fear, anger, such emotions hung in air over the nations. They looked at each other wounds, check to see if the others were armed, and each other them couldn't help but glance over at the empty chair in the room.

"Доброе утро," Called a cheerful voice. Russia, the last to arrive, walked into the room. There were no visible wounds on his body. Wearing a creepy smile he made his way up towards the head of the table. With cold violet eyes he looked upon his fellow nations. They shivered under his gaze like as if they were being eyed by a predator. "I understand that you all are tired and weak but as the head of this alliance," His smile grew wider when he saw some of the nations flinch. "I decided to gather you to discuss a project I plan to undertake." He glanced around at all of them smiling.

"If it's anything like the plan you had to end the war, I want no part of it." Blinking in surprise Russia turn to look at Germany. He glared at Russia waiting for him to respond.

"I can a sure you, Германия, no one will be hurt in this project. Although it will be a very long one," He smiled at the German but from his tone you would think that he was sad that no one was being hurt. He glanced around to see if anyone else would interrupt him. He received many glares, some refused to make eye contact, but no one spoke up. "As you all know, the war caused much destruction and most areas may be beyond repair. For years we have discussed terraforming Mars but now I think we should act on it. Our war scared planet may not support us in the future." He looked around at all the nations. Some were now leaning close to each other, whispering.

"What if we don't want to work with a scumbag like you?" Everyone turned towards England who was grabbing the table so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

Russia tilted his head, still smiling. "Kolkolkol," He giggled. "What do you think will happen if you say no?" England paled at the thought and leaned back in his chair, but still glared at the Russian. Seeing that England resigned from the argument and no one else was going to speak up, he continued to talk, joyfully, about his project.

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Year: 2322

Cold. That was the first thought that crossed his mind. Cold, tired, and painful. Something was touching him. Digging at him? He opened his sky blue eyes to see a wolf digging him out of the frost covered ground. When the wolf saw him wake it studied him for a moment before turning to leaving. The man tried to move but found that he had no energy to free the rest of his body from the ground. So the man laid there, staring up at the night sky. 'Who am I?' He wondered. Then a name came to him. "Alfred." He whispered in a raspy voice. He turned his head trying to focus on his surroundings only to find that he couldn't see well. His vision faded and soon he found sleep talking him again.

His sleep was disturbed again but this time not by an animal but by a person. A voice of a child was coming from somewhere. He wasn't sure where. Nor did he feel the hands that dragged him out of the ground. Soon he heard an engine and felt himself moving but where he was going he did not know.

I used Google translate and I do not speak the language.

French:

Angleterre- England

Mon cher- My dear

Russian:

Доброе утро- Good morning

Германия- Germany