I know, I know, Founding Father isn't done yet, but I need to write this because it won't leave my head! I'll try to write both at the same time, all right?

Anyway, I did research, but if I mess up a lot of things, it's because I don't truly know all that much about mythology folklore in general (let alone Norse Mythology), but I'll try. There might be some mythology stories here already, but if so, I haven't seen any yet. Again, if it has inaccuracies, that's fault on my part.

Anyway, one of the characters in this story isn't technically an OC. You'll find out who she is later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: World Series.

If there was one thing England didn't like, it was having to watch the younger nations play at the park. Every time, he was either chosen to do it, or had to do it if the one who had to opted out for some reason.

So, here he was, on duty, sitting on a park bench, listening to some of the younger nations laughing and shouting while playing tag. He'd understand if there were a lot of them, but there were only four of them. It was just Liechtenstein, Latvia, S. Korea, and his little brother Sealand.

Amongst the cries and yells, England could hear things like "Hey, get back here, guys!" or "Tag, you're it, Raivis!" or even, "Can't catch me, daze~!" They could take care of themselves, and besides, wasn't S. Korea sixteen? He could watch the others just fine.

There could be so many other things England could be doing right now. In fact, just a little while ago, they tried to trick him by pretending to be in trouble. England responded by turning his back to them and not paying attention. Needless to say, he really hoped to get home as soon as possible.

He wasn't really listening now, so he only heard bits and pieces here and there. It was just loud voices to him, though. He was trying so hard to tune them out, he didn't really pay attention when they just got even louder.

When he did, he realized it wasn't all of them, just Sealand.

"Hm? What the..." When he turned around, he saw the other three crouching at the ground, holding Sealand. England was about to ask what was wrong, when he saw.

Sealand was struggling with something. It looked like a hand coming out of some hole in the ground, and it had a hold of his leg. S. Korea was trying to pull him away, but whatever it was held tight. England didn't know what to make of the situation. All he did was stand there as he watched what was happening.

When he finally realized he had to go help, that this wasn't some trick, England ran over as fast as he could. But of course, he didn't make it in time. When he got there, another strange hand appeared, grabbing a hold of Sealand's shoulder and yanking him from S. Korea and the others into the hole below.

England watched with horror as the hole closed up, realizing that if he had been paying attention, this wouldn't have happened.

And now how was he going to explain this to Finland and Sweden?

It may be worded strangely, but it's hard for me, for some reason. I'm really not sure how, but this whole thing won't leave my head!

Again, if it's not very good, it is just to start this story up.

Errr...R&R? (Be gentle! This is just the prologue! I'm sorry it's awful!)