Hello everyone! I would like to welcome you all to my first ever Hetalia story, which I have plans on turning into a book series. I was inspired to create my own Hetalia series by a series that I had read myself on this very site.
So without further ado, here is the disclaimer and then on with the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, but any unfamiliar characters I do own!
It was a peaceful night. All was quiet except for those who were the night owls. Inside a particular house lived a man. A very special man. A man who had seen so much in the many years he's been alive even though he looked so young.
This man was blissfully sleeping. It seemed as though nothing was going to disturb him.
Except for one thing...a burning sensation right above his collarbone.
The man gasped as he felt it. He gripped his shirt where the burning was. He scrambled out of bed, tripping over the sheets and blankets as he did so, and rushed to his bathroom. Flipping on the lights, he looked in the mirror. He didn't see anything wrong, so he pulled down the collar of his shirt.
And there it was. Plain as day, written in black cursive.
A name.
A woman cooed at the newborn nestled in her arms. The child had a little tuft of brown hair that hid under the pink cap the hospital gave.
"Hey, Mags," a young male said as he entered the woman's room. He had pink balloons in one hand that read "IT'S A GIRL!" and a brown teddy bear with a pink bow in the other.
"Alfred!" the woman said with a bright smile. Her full name was Margaret, but Alfred preferred to call her Mags.
"So this is the little dudette, huh?" Alfred looked at the baby.
"Would you like to hold her?"
"Uh, yeah." He put down the balloons and bear before holding out his arms. Margaret gently placed her baby into Alfred's awaiting arms. "Hey there, little dudette."
"Hey, Alfred, I was wondering if you'd be the godfather?" Alfred looked at Margaret.
"You mean it, Mags?"
"Of course, I do." Margaret smiled. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't mean it. No one is more deserving than you." Alfred smiled widely.
"Then I accept." He looked down at the baby in his arms. "You hear that, dudette? I'm not only the most awesome hero ever, but I'm your awesome godfather too." Alfred looked back at Margaret. "So what's the little dudette's name?"
"Victoria. Victoria Azalea Thompson."
There you have it. The prologue. I hope you enjoyed getting a little taste of what the book, and possibly the series, is about.
Fun Fact: the prologue actually turned out different than when I first wrote it down (literally written down, like in a notebook). Like a whole lot. But I'm actually proud of how it turned out.
Anyway, let me know what you guys think!