Chapter 1 When it all Begins
"Hmm," said England, as he shuffled through an old chest. The early morning light illuminated the dust particles floating in the air and the scent of Earl Grey filled his parlour. England, our ever so magical nation, was going through some of his old spell books. Spell, potion recipes, incantations; the works. He wrote most of them himself and he was rather proud of them. He had time to skim through a few right? The World Conference won't begin for another hour, and England lived quite near.
He really needed a spell that would ruin that ridiculous French frog's life.
When he got to the bottom of the chest, he found a lock to a secret compartment.
"What's this?" England mumbled to himself and after a little fiddling with an assortment of pointy metal objects, he finally picked the lock open. Inside was a book, covered in cobwebs and strange symbols. England recognized the Greek symbol omega (or so he thought it was).
"How queer," muttered England, and put it under his arm. He decided to bring it to the meeting and ask Greece if he knew what the ominous lettering said.
HETALIA
~At the world meeting~
It was typical day.
When everyone wouldn't stop loud and obnoxious (as usual), Germany began to yell, trying to get everyone's attention again, for they had already wasted half an hour arguing. England couldn't talk to Greece, when at last he found him. Germany would pound his head in.
England sat down with a sigh, and after a few minutes, he couldn't stand it any longer; he was brimming with curiosity. He opened the book.
The room got a little breezy. "Uh…did someone open a window?" America said. The ominous wind began to pick up, whistling, screaming. America said a little louder this time, "SERIOUSLY, who opened the window? Someone close it, it's ruining my hero cut!"
"Bloody hell, could you shut up?" England spat, panicking. What the devil did he do?
America said something over the noise (it sounded something like "I can talk all I want, you stupid tea-drinker!")
"What?" England yelled. It got to the point where the wind was so strong that you couldn't see anything but paper swirling in all possible directions. Then suddenly…darkness.
HETALIA
During all this, Canada was running to the place where the meeting was being held. The poor Canadian was late, for he had fallen asleep at the airport back home, missed his flight, and had to take a later one; he only arrived at his hotel room half an hour ago. He started to run faster, thinking that the meeting was over already. He burst into the building (startling a few people), past the elevator turn to the stairs, and bolted up as fast as he could. After stumbling down the hall, he made a sharp turn. He straightened himself up and walked up to the door. He took a moment to catch his breath. He stood there a few seconds and pressed his ear against the door to listen.
"It's too quiet," He mumbled after a few seconds. He paused & glanced at the room number.
"I'm sure this is the right room…"
He face palmed.
"Ahh…maybe I missed the whole meeting…"
just to be sure, he walked inside – and found the room in utter chaos.
No, not the usual chaos, with all the countries arguing over pointless details. There were papers scattered everywhere, as if a tornado formed in the middle of the room. Canada thought the meeting could not have ended; all the nations' belongings were still there. He knew that some of the countries would not leave some of these things behind. He saw China's precious Hello Kitty plush toy, Switzerland's rifle (why'd he bring that?), Spain's tomato, Italy's white flag & some of Japan's manga…
Then, in the corner of the room he saw something glint in the sunlight. Walking up to it he found an old book and next to it a green-blue amulet. When he picked up the amulet, he sort of moved it over the book to put in a safer location on the table; and the Greek letters on the ancient book formed 3 strange words.
Canada stuck his hand in his pocket and fished for a pen. He carefully wrote the words on his arm. He was rather interested in foreign languages. Perhaps he could study Greek when he had free time. He dug into his other pocket for his phone and translated the message. Canada softly whispered the words to himself;
"HELP; WERE TRAPED!"
Canada's heart began to race. He grabbed the book and amulet, shoved them in his backpack & ran all the way back to his hotel room.
HETALIA
"W-what do I do?" he said once he shut his hotel room door behind him. "My friends are trapped…in a book…"
He had to help them! The fate of the world now rested in his invisible hands!
He packed in his bag a compass, some rope, his baseball hat, some water in a canteen, extra clothes, a guide to living in the forest, a rock that will start a fire, a small metal pot & a jacket. He picked up his pet polar bear.
"I think it will be too dangerous for you to come along, so I'll leave you here, okay?" he told Kumajiro. "There're pancakes, syrup & water in the fridge. I'll be back soon."
Kumajiro tilted his head to the side. "Hmm," He said "who are you?"
"It about time you know my name." Canada sighed "it's Canada." He turned around & saw the knife that America gave him, telling that he "should stand up for himself more" Canada was pretty convinced that they had very different views of "standing up".
After some thought, he put it in his bag. He then picked up the amulet and put it in the front pocket of the backpack. After a few minutes, Canada was ready. He took one last look at Kumajiro and gave him a hug. "I'll be back, buddy," he said to the confused bear. He took a deep breath and opened the book. It all started with a gentle summer breeze, but it quickly picked up until it was so fast and wild, Canada was convinced a tornado was going to rip him in half. After a few more seconds of the unbearable wind, everything went pitch black.
Thank you for reading the first chapter. See you in the next one (I will try to update as often as possible!) =^..^= also this is my first fic. Reviews please? please... PLEASE!
BlackNeko-Chan
Hello, readers! I'm BN-Chan's friend! BN-Chan asked me to try tweaking the story a little, to make it more appealing…I'm not that good, so I'm sorry if I failed! DX
Thanks for reading~!
(I need a nickname)-Chan