Prologue: The Story of Narcissus

As the Alchemist wandered throughout the crowd of people, careful of not being noticed, he found a book of myths and legends that someone from the caravan had dropped. He became interested and started leafing through the pages. Stopping at one page, he found a story based on Narcissus.

The Alchemist had read and heard of the legend of Narcissus many times. Narcissus was a young man who came to kneel beside a lake daily to admire his own beauty. The man was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower supposedly bloomed and was called the narcissus. The next story he found was slightly like the story of Narcissus, yet it was different.

There was once an aristocratic man named Roderich. He would always stare at himself in any reflective surface he came across, while he would try to make himself look as respectable and proper as possible. He was so in love with his perfection that he became the center of his very thoughts, always thinking of how he could improve his appearance. One day, he met a young woman named Elizabeta. Her eyes were the most reflective he had had ever seen. He looked into them and saw a disturbing reflection: himself. He frowned.

"What is wrong?" she asked.

"I look into your eyes and I can only see the reflection of an ugly man."

Elizabeta looked at him thoughtfully for a few moments. "Well, I do not see an ugly man. All I see is a man who needs to take life a little less seriously and smile." She pulled a strand from his perfectly gelled hair and let it stick up wildly. "There now. Why don't you name it Mariazell?" she suggested jokingly.

"For some reason," Roderich said blushing, "I feel something warm inside my chest."

Elizabeta smiled. "I believe that is called love."

"Love..." Roderich's chest filled with more warmth than ever. He looked back into Elizabeta's eyes and saw a peaceful and serene looking man. But as he continued to look deeper, he could see her eyes reflected in his own reflection's eyes. They radiated like the sun in the sky.

"Elizabeta, you have broken my curse. My love for you has flooded away my narcissism and pride in my own perfection."

"For that I am glad. I could never manage to love a man who could only care for himself."

"And I would never be able to live it down if I had given up a woman such as you for something as ridiculous as my own beauty."

Elizabeta whispered softly, "Just smile."

He did.

"That was a lovely story-aru," the Alchemist said to himself.

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So how'd you like it? This is my first ever Hetalia crossover fic ever... I hope I'm doing well...

So this is basically going to be the story of The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (Obviously I don't own it) with Hetalia people instead. I just read the book for an independent reading project for my English class and I was like OMG OMG I LOVE THIS BOOK. So yeah...I'm going to change quite a few things from the original story though.

I'm going to make the main character America (I'm changing his age to about 15 or 16...Somewhere around there) and I need a female role to be the person he falls in love with...(Even though I totally love RussiaXAmerica and EnglandXAmerica...) It's not going to be for quite a few chapters so I'm going to start a vote now to see who you guys want her to be. (Except Belarus cuz I already made her one of the other roles.) I'm just going to list all the other females I can think of...

Your choices are (probably):

-Ukraine

-Seychelles

-Taiwan

-Vietnam

-Belgium

If you think of anyone else then tell me...Just no gender bended people. I was originally going to do that, but I basically made plans for every major person I could already....

Oh yeah, and I'm still continuing The Golden Eyed Professor in case any of you were wondering...I'm just a major procrastinator...And I'm going to be re-writing Code Anime...I think that's it... Oh yeah! I'm also doing free one-shots for every fiftieth reviewer on The Golden Eyed Professor and once I figure out how many people are reading this story, I'll decide if I'm doing it for this story too....

Feel free to review. It's the little button at the bottom of the page. And feel free to be humorous...I usually am but I'm tired right now and want to go to sleep...Blegh...School....