DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.

Warnings: Historical inaccuracies, cursing, gratitious foreign languages, and hints of violence. (because history is violent)

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Timetalia — Memory Lane

Prologue


One. Two. Click.

A whoosh sounded and eight were left.

Three. Four. Click.

"Time is ticking, hurry, hurry." Such were words said. Six were left.

Five. Six. Click.

Six were gone and four were left. Footsteps were heard and caused hurried actions as a result.

Seven. Eight. Click.

"Hurry, hurry, they'll come. Failure is not an option." Then the last two had been grabbed —

Nine. Ten. Click.

"Go, go."

Crash

Ten were gone, and there's no way back.

"What are you doing?!"


A/N: This is very short and vague, I know. Anyway, the chapters will be at least 1500 words long. The prologue and the interludes will be the only short chapters. And also, there will be NO PAIRINGS here. There may be hints of what may seem like a pairing but mostly I'm going for platonic or familial relationships.

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