Chapter 1: Foresight

They had always laughed at him. Giggled and smirked in his direction. Why, I hear you ask? It is because he still remained faithful to the beliefs which had long since diminished in them. He still believed in the mystical beings who roamed the Earth before humans, and he was practised in good and black magic so he was able to foresee and combat any disasters which arose from the underworld.

They had been foolish to ignore his warnings. Now they were forced to watch those around them regress to primal activities just to survive.

Germany and Prussia had whole-heartedly laughed at Britain when he spoke in the World Conference.

"So you expect us to believe such nonsense? Really, you are nothing more than a child with an overactive imagination, Britain," Prussia had cackled. Britain had sent a piercing glare in the pair's direction, the warning of this only apparent to France and Spain, who had experienced the full fury and might of the British Empire at his strongest and darkest back in his days of piracy.

"I speak the truth! The veil which separates Earth from the Spirit realm has been torn, and spirits now roam the Earth, possessing humans and forcing them to turn on each other, eventually killing each other! We must not ignore this, or we ourselves could be at risk from being possessed and eventually turn on each other, starting another World War when we have barely recovered from the last!" Britain exclaimed.

"Maybe you aren't getting enough sleep, Iggy," America spoke softly. The young nation's former guardian glared in his direction, shrugging off the comforting hands that he placed on his shoulders.

"I have been having plenty of sleep! I was shown a vision the other day, foreseeing the devastation this will bring and realising the danger we are in!"

"Goodness, now you are hallucinating!" France gasped, embracing Britain with pity. Britain threw the melodramatic Frenchman off of him and glared at the other nations. He scowled.

"Fine, think what you want. Just don't blame me when I am the only one to try and save us and am possessed in the process of doing so," he muttered, grabbing his coat and storming from the room. America watched him leave, mouth agape at his statement. It was only Sealand and Canada who jumped from their seats, following the aggravated nation along the corridor. The remaining nations glanced at each other, all the while listening to Canada's pleas for Britain to calm down, while said nation scolded Sealand for even attending the conference.

"Ghosts are very scary! Even more scary than Russia!" Italy shivered, while Russia shot him an icy glare.

"Calm down, Italy. Just ignore Britain's fantasies. You know that what he says was all made up," Germany reassured the young man, who sighed in relief.

"Phew! I don't wanna be possessed! It would make me look mega silly!" Italy chirped, while Germany rolled his eyes.

A/N: Well, what did you think? This is my first ever Hetalia fanfic, so please be kind! I was only introduced to Hetalia a few weeks ago, and have not seen 'Paint It, White!' or 'Hetalia World Series/Season 3'as the latter is not yet available in the UK. So if I have characters wrong or nicknames wrong, please tell me and I will correct them!

Please review and tell me what you think, and if there are any areas where I can improve! I have the next chapter of this almost finished so it will be up very soon!

Next time – It is a common military tactic to eliminate the strongest opponent, to give you the best chance of success. Who knew these spirits were so devious?