An Explanation

Nations start out as blank sheets of paper all laid into a book. No one knows when the book ends, and sometimes if this is the true beginning. The reason being the personified nations. They are alive and could do whatever they would like, but that was before the humans started choosing bosses and governments. Now they live only to bring out jobs their bosses assign to them, though the nation is the one supplying the roof over the boss' head.

But there is something strange to these... beings. They are personified nations. That's really what they are. It couldn't be put any simpler, yet it couldn't be any more complicated than that. Put extremely redundantly, personified nations have human qualities. Yes, it really is redundant. But when you truly look into it, you realize how much they are too much like humans.

The amount of similarities they have with humans is almost disturbing. They need to eat, sleep, and care for themselves though the only way to truly keep them from dying is to keep the idea of the nation alive. If there is no economy, no citizens, and no existence of the nation, the nation dies. The personified nation takes on the personalities and emotions of every citizen inside of them, but they have their own personality. These feelings and personas clash every day, fighting. After all, if a country's people is at war with themselves, they hurt the country's economy and government. It's difficult to be so strong and hold on to all these feelings that sometimes haunt you throughout the night.

Nations have their own personality that reflects their citizens and government. Though this is true, they have their own similarity of human difference. They are different from their people, government, and other nations entirely. They have their own personality. They have their own emotions. They have emotions that constantly clash with their people's opinions. No matter how much the nation wishes to stop fighting a war and make peace, the people will only fight. And sometimes, the nation makes their own mistakes on behalf of their own emotions, bringing the country to a difficult decision and situation. But after all they're only... human? No. No, they are not. They are nations.

Nations are pages and pages of blood and scars. There is calm in between the turning of pages, but blood still stains the pages. They get angry, sad, and happy. They want to forget and they want to remember. They want more and they want less. They get hurt and they recover. They are too human.

History is only another word for memories. Many memories they would rather forget. All these memories influence the future. If one catches a nation walking about, they usually look calm or happy. That's because they want to hide it from the humans. They love us. They care for us. They don't want us to look sad because of how the nation is walking or talking. If we do, there is no hope. When the nation looks downcast we are all doomed. A nation has that effect. That's why they cut out all those terrible memories. It is why we don't ask them of the wars in the past and why we laugh at their absurd stories.

The truth is that personified nations are as simple and as complicated as it can be. They don't want their past to define them, but to a nation it does. That's why their smile isn't whole.

AN: This is a very strange project I made for myself, and basically there are four parts: episodes, strips, side stories, and the main storyline.

Episodes are taken from the anime and are used as the basis of a portion of the chapters I will write. Strips are taken from the webcomic or manga and are also used as a basis of a portion of the chapters I will write. These two parts are kind of like extras that I like to add to the story.

Side stories are my own stories whether or not based on AUs, headcanons, fanart, etc. These are related to the main story only as mentioned events and are used to give the main story more impact.

And of course, the main storyline is the main focus of the fanfiction. The plot is both light and heavy. Think of it like this: you're walking down the street, happy, and singing your favorite song. Then suddenly a gigantic rock comes plummeting down to land on your head. No one knows where it came from, and no one knows why it's a rock in the first place. I'd add more, but then I'd be pushing it. After all, I'm just kidding. It's not that bad. Probably.

The reason I used four parts is kind of explained in this chapter. I always felt that if we wanted to, we could add more to the story of Hetalia. If we don't draw the whole circle, we don't get the Earth.