A/N: Urm... the one that's writing this is a friend of mine who refuses to publish it so it's here. If she ever creates an account, i'll be linking you guys there.
Warning: might have OOC-ness just cause both of us aren't that familiar with Hetalia. It was first written with OCs which then became a gnsk fic (to those who might find this familiar) but we found that the amount of characs in this fics was too much and that's when we found the Heta characs fits in pretty well and thus this happened.
Another thing, this is slightly based on cardverse. The characters and their relationship might be diff from the usual and the cardverse setting. Just let us know what you think.
Rated M for violence, blood and language.
Pairings: UsUk, GerIta, AusHun(Er... i hope you don't come back here to confirm this), RusPru(In the process of begging), SuFin, ChuNi
Since the dawn of eternity, the Astral Crystals, bestowed by the Goddess Spera, guided Mankind with knowledge and wisdom. Mankind flocked to their holy light, and from them four nations were brought forth, each with their own society.
Sanctus, the fiery nation unparalleled in knowledge in the arts of magic and technology. Urbis, the military nation with steely arms to protect the land. Nullus, the oceanic nation blessed by the sea with life abundant. And Oblitus, the mountainous nation, like that of a rigid shield and well-guarded blade.
And when the path forgotten is treaded on again, death and ruin shall be willed upon the land as the Astral Crystals wane into darkness. And their world known as, Tellurem, will stop in its spiral, and cease to exist.
Prologue
The full moon was painted red as towering flames engulfed the village.
A small child no more than four, stood in the middle of the chaos watching as everything around him burned down into ashes. His eyes flickered from blue to red with each movement as they darted back and forth at the sights around him.
A slight movement drew his attention, as a man wearing a crimson coloured soldier's uniform crawled out of burning wreckage, and stumbled across the barren ground. Cold inquisitive eyes focused on the man as he tried with shaking hands to raise his rifle at the child. Unmoved, the child tilted his head, and blinked.
Wisps of blue flames started sprouting out from the ground around the man, enveloping him within seconds. There was no hint of fear or sympathy in those impassive red eyes as the child looked on while the deafening screams of the burning man faded away with the sound of the raging flames.
Beside him, a tall curved figure almost humanoid in shape merged out from the shadows of the flames, as if coming into existence from thin air. Reaching out with its long and sharp bony fingers, it offered the child its hand, beckoning him closer.