A/N: The Awesome Vio has returned once again to grace your lives with her awesome... awesomeness...

-becoming way too much like Prussia-

Okay. So. I decided to try my hand at a sorta half parody based off of sort of thing. AKA 2012, Hetalia style. Basically we get the countries views on the events that happened in the movie. Hopefully I can make it dramatic and awesome enough to the point that it's BETTER than the movie (which sorta sucked, IM[holy]O, cause the freaking family survived EVERYTHIIIING!), and... stuff.

I got this idea a while ago, actually. Shout-out to my awesome science teacher for showing us this movie~!

One more thing. Since FF apparently HATES scene breaks with a bloody passion, I'm going to try a new approach: Sticking a random word related to the scene before or after it in parentheses between scenes. Just so you know what those are when you see 'em. (Agggh! I adore scene breaks with those pretty little symbols! Y'know, the ones above your number keys...)

This is too long. So, sit back and enjoy the feature presentation~

I OWN NOTHING! IN THE WHOLE STORY! Cept my awesome. NOTHING! -done with copyright for whole story-


Prologue

The smell of sulfur was overpowering, shooting thin black veins of poison into his people's lungs. Their pain was his, and it burned. It tore at his insides and wrenched them upside-down, inside out, tied them together with electric wire. America gasped in the fire, dropping unceremoniously to the ground. It was growing, getting stronger, deeper, to the point where he could barely handle it. He was reduced to a shaking mess to the ground, salty tears falling without him even realizing. Make it stop, make it stop...

No... This couldn't be happening. The United States of America, the land of the free, home of the brave, could NOT be going through this. This wasn't possible! It was just... Just...

It hurt so much...

NO!

America's eyes snapped open. He was sweating, curled up into a fetal position in his bed, real tears crashing down in face. That dream again. Every night, for weeks, he'd been having that same scene play out in his sleeping mind. The only difference was that the pain got worse every time. It had been unbearable to begin with, but now it was simply indescribable, the strength and terror pulsing through the nightly vision.

As he wiped beads of sweat away from his face, the fair blond tried to recover his normal breathing. Usually, when nations had dreams repeatedly like that, they represented some kind of coming disaster. If not that, it was an event from the past...

This had never happened before. He would know, of all people.

His only hope was that this wasn't something yet to come.


A/N: I hope my writing style has improved... If you guys have any recommendations, I'd love to hear them. Look forward to the first official chapter~

(It may take a while, since I haven't actually pre-written it this time. I'll write it during school tomorrow. In science. Or French. It looks enough like taking notes...)

Crap. The opening A/N is almost longer than the actual story.