Author Note:

Apologies for the long Author's note! The first chapter is below, but I want to say a few things first:

About revisions: This used to be multiple different stories. I also edited bits that were too mature. Which brings me to point two:

WARNING: The following text has VERY strong sexual themes, and Incest. I have appropriately rated it, you read at your own risk, so please do NOT report! Some chapters are not so Mature, but it is rated M because some will be sexually themed and contain Incest.

It also contains NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURRATE FACTS, Headcanons, Potential OOC-Ness and OCs. If you are not okay with any of that, now is a good time to leave.

Also, if you spot any grammatical and/or spelling (disregarding the factor I do NOT use American grammar and spelling) please point them out. The same applies to translation errors as I only have the unreliable Google translate.

So far the translations used are (I think I have them all, if not, feel free to ask)

Siastra = Belarusian for Sister

Sestra = Russian for Sister

Da = Russian for yes

Nyet = Russian for no

Dy = Belarusian for yes

Brat = Russian/Belarusian for Brother

Solnishko = Russian for Sunshine

Moya/Moy = Russian for my

Spasiba = Russian for Thanks/Thank you

Mama = Russian for Mum

Papa = Russian for Dad

Oui = French for yes

Non = French for no

Merci = French for Thanks/Thank you

Mademoiselle = French for Miss

I do not (As you probably know) own Hetalia, Belarus, Ukraine, Russia, France, America, Canada, England or China. I do own Moscow and have permission to use Minsk, St. Petersburg, Kieven Rus' and Eastern Slav.

Other than that, please enjoy, and feel free to leave a (politely worded) review!

~Liz

When did everything really begin for them?

It was after Pangaea had broken apart. Not so long after, though, that a whole mess of Empires, Tribes, Ethnic groups, Continents, even language groups, and, well, any peoples with connections, began to form together, evolve, develop political, legal and social systems.

Eventually, these gained their own personifications. The first generation of modern-day 'Nations', they would later become known as the 'ancients'. But nothing has always been ancient, not even the Earth.

East Slav had lost contact with her siblings and their children. She was all but alone with her still somewhat un-unified Tribes, and she was struggling against the other main dominance in her area of Europe, Scandinavia. She knew it was possible for her to win! The problem?

First, she needed to get the Kings, Princes and other Tribal leaders to all agree. And that wasn't easy...

Luckily, she had 'inside' help, the Slavic woman smugly mentally noted, as she thought of the man she'd recently met.

A new, young personification, technically Scandinavia's little brother, but adopted by one of the kings. He didn't, presently, have a 'Nation' name. In an odd reversal of norms, as most Representatives never bothered with Human names, well apart from that ponce Rome, he went by his adopted name. Izyaslav Ruerikivichi.

It helped that she and her latest advisor got on swimmingly. East Slav was a warm-hearted, sweet woman, despite her sometimes scarily strong will and determination. Izyaslav was a basically a big child, soft and fun, but equally fierce about things he claimed as 'his'. It seemed he somewhat considered her to be 'his'.

That was...bothersome, since she was fighting off his brother for that reason, and was assertively independent. And yet...His wide violet eyes melted her steely expression reserved for dealing with foreign relations, replacing it with her tender, motherly half smile. Something about a large, fully grown man with delicate cherubic features made her blush gentle pink.

And slowly...she began to fall in love. The two spent months trying to figure out how to negotiate a unification they called 'Kievan Rus'', a name of Izyaslav's invention.

Every day they were together, she wanted him to take a more and more active part in it. At long last, her mind derived the perfect solution.

She was adopted into the main Tribe opposing his, ready to set up a potential alliance. This was when she began following what had become the increasingly popular personification trend of taking a 'Human' name and became Nala Yaroslavna.

The next step was to marry him.

It wasn't hard to achieve. He had fallen in love with her ashen blonde locks, teal eyes and high cheekbones from day one. Her sweet, yet determined personality had quickly become endearing to him, too.

In 882, the unification of the East Slav Tribes under Kievan Rus', later a name Izyaslav took for the lands he represented, became one of the earliest Christian weddings in Eastern Europe.

Together, they were a formidable, almost unstoppable couple.

Secure in their positions, they did something few 'Nations' had been willing to try, unsure of the risks.

The couple tried to have a baby. To tell the truth, they weren't even sure if it was possible, but, carried forward by their success, they didn't really care anymore.

However, if they had been worried, it would have been unjustified. East Slav soon discovered she was pregnant, and before they knew it, they were proud parents. Iryna Rusivna Rurikovna was born on 24 August. She was named after Irina, a Princess of parts of the Kievan Rus', with a Patronymic middle name, and an adapted, feminine form of her father's surname.

Her pale skin and her small amount of wavy ashen her, together with her teal eyes, were just like her mother's, but her cherubic features were just like her father's. And her representative name, in her early years, was 'Little Rus'' as she represented land in her father's area, occupied mainly by one of her mother's Tribes.

As Iryna grew, she developed a personality much like her mother's, too, and even changed her 'Nation' name to eventually become the Republic of Ukraine, a young girl of about ten, physically speaking, with long hair, tied back in a braid, and often found trailing her father when he spoke with his Tribe's leaders.

It was about this time that her mother had two more children, in fairly quick succession.

First, Ukraine's little brother, Ivan Rusovich Ruerikivichi, known throughout his younger years as 'Great Rus''. He was a small child, much like his father, cherub-faced, with wide violet eyes and big boned, while his ashen blond hair, shorter than both parents, was reminiscent of his mother's. He grew up to be known as Russia.

Just a year later, one day after Ukraine's birthday, followed Belarus, or 'White Rus'' as she was called throughout her childhood. Named Natalya Rusovna Rurikovna, she took after Kievan Rus', with her platinum hair, but it was as straight as her mother's. Her eyes, while holding the blue tone from Nala's teal eyes, were a darker, indigo shade.

The three children were a joy to their parents for four years. But the family had become complacent. They had forgotten that the World was full of aggressors ready to strike.

Mongolia attacked in 1240. Kievan Rus' went to defend his family and never came home. East Slav was second to fall.

After that, the children were split.

The motherly Ukraine took over, running with her siblings. But one day, Russia, just like his father, wanted to defend his sisters. Tired of hiding, he went to face Mongolia. He, too, never came home. Yet...Iryna knew her brother was still alive.

But she knew she could do nothing but guard Belarus. So, she staid by her Little Sister and tried to raise her as well as she could.

The youngster developed an icy, harsh attitude against her sister, following what she saw as everyone else's abandonment and a feeling that Iryna would follow.

Then...Ivan came home. That changed everything.

He was still much like her father, as always, Ukraine noted. But she sensed her brother was broken. He wouldn't talk of Mongolia at all. Not how he escaped, defeated him, nothing.

That man had hurt him, and inside Ukraine wished she could have been the one to kill the Mongol, just to get revenge for her parents and her baby brother,

Natalya changed when Ivan came home too. She began to obsess over him. Before, she claimed to remember no 'Brother'. Now, she adored him. Following him, hugging him, kissing him, even saying she'd marry him. To the point that Iryna worried, and Ivan grew scared. She definitely had their mother's strong will.

But more than that, as they grew into their own Nations, especially in the following years when Russia became independent and Belarus went away with 'friends' in Europe, the three of them developed their own, albeit similar cultures. To reflect this, they jumped with a new common craze among young Nations and changed their surnames, establishing their independence from the old era and the promise of something new.

Iryna Rusivna Chernenka. Ivan Rusovich Braginsky. Natalya Rusovna Arlovskaya. The children of the Rus'.

That was where, when, and how they began in this World.