When I was seven, the continents came together. Latin America folded up into the United States, getting rid of the Gulf of Mexico. Asia, Europe, and Africa collided, diminishing the Mediterranean Sea to a lake. Australia came to rest between India and the east coast of Africa, so there was no more Indian Ocean. What was once Europe and Africa came and collided and stuck to the Americas. Finally the north and south poles came to the, now, one large continent. People called it Hetalia.
There were no longer four oceans, only one large one that stretched all the way around the world. There were floods and earthquakes. Tornadoes and hurricanes. Natural disasters and deaths were at an all time high. No one could do anything to change what was happening. We all wanted it to stop, but nothing ever did.
A year after the collisions the world seemed to settle down. People tried to dig through the wreckage to see what could be salvaged. There were few buildings left in the world. People looked for their families. Women calling for their husbands, children crying for their mothers. No family had gone unhurt. Often the children found themselves alone, and died of starvation or dehydration because they didn't know how to take care of themselves.
Five years after that two men signed and agreement. These two men, were Ivan and Ludwig. Together, they formed a military and went about like any group of soldiers in the early history of any country. They only did one thing different. Instead of killing off the men, they were loaded into trucks and sent to Minsk, the new capital of the world, where they would be trained as soldiers, set to be farmers, forced to be slaves, or tortured and killed. Ivan's younger sister, Natalia, often helped with the last.
Now, ten years after the collisions. Now, nine years after whole generations and families were lost. Now, four years after the two cruelest men in the world took over it. Now, that I am seventeen, a small group of people, including me, are trying to make a difference. A difference for the better of the people. A difference for the world. A difference for Hetalia.
We call ourselves: the Gersia Resistance.
