Beautifully Torn

Chapter One: A New Empire Has Risen

A boy that looked maybe twenty sat, his position and eyes telling whoever saw him he was bored. His hazel eyes dropped down to look at the document before him; something told him he shouldn't sign it. The boy gnawed on his lower lip, wondering if it was the right thing to do.

No. It was most certainly not the right thing to do. But he felt himself grab the pen and scribble his nation's name across the page, along with his human name below it.

|Hetalia|

The countries that hadn't been taken under control sat and listened to America's speech. The majority of them were stunned to silence. The boy usually went on about saving the world using super heroes and robots.

"So, if we can stick together, we can beat them," he concluded. His blue eyes searched around the room, awaiting the other's reactions.

But their reactions were made up of silence and disbelief.

Suddenly, England spoke. "I agree. We will have to stick together, without fighting of course."

The other nations nodded and agreed, still quiet and shocked at America's wise words.

England's green eyes swept around to see just exactly how many countries were there. In the room was America, Japan, China, Russia, Taiwan, Mexico, Hong Kong, Mongolia, and himself.

He was the only European country that hadn't been taken. And there were no African countries with them. He swallowed hard as he thought about this. How was it that all but nine countries were under the control of-?

"England," America waved a hand in front of the blonde's face. "You still there?"

"Of course I am, you bloody git. Now stop waving your hand in front of my face-!"

"You should stay at my place," America said, not listening to England. "I mean, it would be dangerous to go back to England right now, considering that everyone else is under another rule and all."

England stared at America. How was he so calm in this? England would have thought that America would be freaking out by now. Yet again, no one knows what to expect from the large country.

"Erm, sure…" England replied; thoughts still a jumbled mess.

|Hetalia|

"We should aim for England next—he's the last European country," the boy with hazel eyes decided.

The violet eyes met the hazel ones. "We could," he said, "but we could aim for America first. If we do, that'll throw England off. He'll be more vulnerable."

North Italy tilted his head in thought. "Attack America…? I suppose we could. But we have to consider the risks. And…" his eyes met the violet ones again, "this could work the other way, too. Attack England and America's vulnerable."

"Then England it is?"

"Yes," North Italy said, his voice sounding like silk. Black silk.

|Hetalia|

England sighed when he found himself sitting on the American's couch, watching him play the night away with some video game he was over excited by.

"America, how can you be playing a bloody video game in the middle of a crisis?" England asked after what seemed like hours of watching. In real time, it had been about five minutes.

America shrugged, his eyes still focused on the screen as he beat up some zombies. After a few more minutes, the game told him he'd beat the level. He turned to England. "It keeps me calm. That's why I play them all the time."

England just stared at him, but when he opened his mouth to speak, the other nation was already attempting to beat the next level of the game.

|Hetalia|

"Japan?" the soft voiced Asian asked, her brown eyes frightened.

"Hm?" Japan responded, bit looking up from his book.

"I'm scared. What if-?" Taiwan's eyes widened when she realized Japan was hugging her.

"We'll be okay," Japan whispered.

She put her arms around his neck, "But… what is, let's just say, something happened to you. Or China… or Mongolia. Korea's already-!"

Japan pulled back slightly from the hug, looked into Taiwan's eyes and cupped her cheek. "Don't think about those things. They're only going to make it harder."

Taiwan stared at him for a moment. Another tear slipped from her eye, and Japan simply wiped it away with his thumb. "Can you promise?"

Japan placed a light kiss on the girl's lips.

|Hetalia|

"You know what I just realized? We haven't come up with a name yet," the violet eyed nation said.

"You're right…" North Italy sat in thought, as did the other nation. "Something that tells the world it's both of us. Hm…"

"Cantalian Empire…?"

North Italy laughed. "But don't you think 'empire' is too old-fashioned. Though…"

"Though what?"

"Cantalian has a nice ring to it."

The violet eyed nation smiled softly. "We could go by Cantalia. Or Cantaly. Or…" the nation tilted his head in thought. "We could be simple. Something that says we mean business, you know? The Italian-Canadian Empire. Or the Canadian-Italian Empire. I'm fine with either."

"I like the Italian-Canadian Empire myself, actually…" North Italy looked up at Canada suddenly. "It's settled then."

|Hetalia|

How does he fall asleep so fast? England wondered when he noticed America had fallen asleep on the other side of the couch. No, how does he even fall asleep? England sighed. He'd been spending nights lying awake in his bed, thoughts all over the place. Who would be taken next? And how had Italy and Canada managed to do this all so suddenly? All of the nations, including England himself, looked at Italy as a little brother they all watched over. And Canada. They all forget him so easily, with his quiet nature. How long had they been plotting? England tried to clear his head, but his mind just wouldn't shut up.

So, as silently as possible, not wanting to wake the sleeping American (though it's quite impossible), he made his way to the bathroom and to the medicine cabinet. Some sleeping pills would do.

|Hetalia|

"This is stupid!" Vietnam declared, her eyes vicious.

"Stupid originated in me!" Korea yelled, earning "Shh!"'s and "Shut up!"'s from the countries. "Wait—that doesn't sound like a good thing! Never mind!"

Vietnam usually would have found this funny—her brother was quite hilarious at times. But not right now. None of the countries had seen this coming.

"Guys!" Seychelles yelled—or as close as you can come to yelling when you're whispering—and looked around at most of the world, gathered in one room. She somehow managed to make her way to the middle of the room from her position at the door, listening for any news. "They've made a name for themselves now."

"Well?" Vietnam asked expectantly, no patience left.

"The Italian-Canadian Empire."

FINALLY! Chapter one is done~! I know, I know, it seems like it's going to drag. Well, this is the more serious side of the story! There'll be humor and romance later in the story, even if it doesn't seem like it.

And I know. Dark!Italy and Dark!Canada. Pfft~ I love the dark countries. They're full of evil and stuff. Wait- why would I like that? O_O

Anyways, this story is going to be long. Or, I hope it will be. I'm not sure why. So at the end I can be all like, "It's been a long and tough journey, and thank you my fans, for helping me through those horrid bumps while writing this. I put so much work into it, and you all inspired me with your thousands of reviews!"

Whoa. That was cheezy. MOVING ON! Yay for long author's notes! By the way, I'm going to do a bloopers thing for this. So it'll be like it was a book made into a movie, 'kay?

Prussia will bless you with awesomeness if you review~!

Peace. Love. Anime.

~hetalia-deathnote-kuroshitsuji~