An old man sat by the fire on the outskirts of Stalingrad ,outside of his small cottage. He was just coming up on 80 years old and held tales of mysterious people called the Nations . Small children approached him, cautious of his Blood red eyes.
"Continue your story, mister. You never finished it!" A little 10 year old girl said as she sat by the fire with the other five children. The old man simply nodded.
"It had been decided without the nations approval or Knowledge of the nations. In the early summer of December that year, the Nations bosses had gathered. This was after the Israeli conflict, and America's war on Terror. They all knew what needed to be done. The Nations had been fighting for far too long and needed a time out.
The bosses had summoned the nations into the same room. The house was on a remote island in the middle of the Mediterrainan sea, surrounded by an ominous grey fog. Only well lit boats could approach. Upon arriving the nations noticed that there was only one room, lined with what seemed like beds, but had glass panels over them. Each bed had a flag for each country, Two for the Italians. When they entered the room, a Loud speaker errupted from the far wall. It said
"Dearest Nations. It has come to our attention that you have caused to many conflicts recently. With the current economy, all bosses have decided that you will sleep for a uncertain number of years, just until the economy stabilizes and the world is at peace. Goodnight Nations."
As the ominous voice sounded, a shrill scream came from the Younger Italian. The nations turned to see that a vine -like arm had taken hold of Elora. The other nations ran towards her only to be stopped by more of the vinelike arms, forming a small wall in front of them. Shocked all they could do was watch as the arm pulled The Northern Half of Italy onto one of the bed and hold her down, whilst another pulled the glass over her. She beat against the glass as a white mist entered the glass confines of her glass prison. Soon she was frozen, shock and tears on her face as she drifted away. Before anyone could react, South Italy, Spain, Germany, Hungary and many other nations had suffered the same fate, frozen in a glass box.
After the end of the Hour, all of the nations had suffered the same fate, frozen in the godforsaken boxes. Some like the nations of Switzerland and Liechtenstein,had been frozen as they attempted to reach out to each other.
And there the Nations lay. Forever forgotten. On that same Island."
The man took a puff of his long pipe as he finished the tale for the children. By that stage, a large crowd had gathered.
Among them was Gilbert Beilschmidt, a famous archeologist. Recently he had stumbled upon the myth of the nations almost 100 years after the myth had been around.
One thing that had intrigued him was a book from the year 1959. It had covered Prussian history and had at the back of the book was a old Photograph, unlike anything he had even seen. Although the picture had faded he could still see the faces of at least 25 people clearly .Going through More Historical records he had uncovered the names. Delving deeper he had found an old map of the island.
Using his contacts and influences he managed to get most of the worlds current leaders on his side. They all wanted their nations back. None had had a holiday in years. So he was leading his Archeology team to uncover , retrieve and hopefully reawaken the nations.
To go onto that Island...
Authors Note: Welcome to the New Version of Frozen World! Thank you to the readers of the Previous version of Frozen World and i hope you enjoy this version.
Disclaimer: I dont Own Hetalia!
