Mkay so this is gunna be a lil weird.

This fic's gunna have a bunch of short drabble-sized chapters, each one starting with a section from 1925 by Miku Hatsune.

((See what I did there? 1925, 1775? Huh, huh? *eyebrow waggle* I'm so funny. /shotdead))

So yeah...sorry if you don't really like that! ;W;)/

This is more of a...filler-fic...I could say. while I work on Anything for a Heart that is.

Well, I hope you enjoy this prologue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Miku Hatsune or Hetalia. all rights to their respective owners.

"Looks like there's a storm coming."

Arthur looked up at me, raising an eyebrow before stating, "Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Now if you will, I need the tax money. Tea doesn't come cheap you know."

Trying my best to supress a scowl and a snide comment, I reach into my pocket and take out a sack nearly bursting with how much money was inside. Weighing it in my hand, I contemplated over whether or not I should throw it at Arthur's face, but I ended up following my better judgement and just tossed it to him instead. Arthur caught it deftly in his hand, before undoing the knot and checking its contents. I glared at the greed that was so prominent in his eyes.

"Greed is a deadly sin you know," I said nonchalantly, sprinkling it with some coldness. Arthur's eyes swiftly looked up into mine, before matching my glare.

"So is being a lazy good-for-nothing sloth. This amount of money won't cover the expensives back in England for more than a measly month! I expect you to work harder, America," he responded, before pocketing the money and heading out the door.

As soon as he was out of sight, I ran up to my room and dressed as a 'savage'. I waited until it was pitch black, before making my way to the docks to meet the rest of my fellow cooperatives. We all sneaked onto the boat, taking care to stay out of sight from any passing civilian.

"Glad to see you could make it Alfred. Are you ready to serve these fish a luxary?" one of them asked, before letting out a hearty laugh.

"More like drown them in a bitter ocean," I replied, smirking.

I looked around for a specific crate and when I spotted it, my smirk grew wider. Lifting it up I glanced down at the water.

"This will be a wonderful tea party."