A/N: Hello guys!

Note One: Due to my addiction to Hetalia, I have started out a Fanfiction for it, and hope you will all enjoy it.

Note Two: I'm sorry for not writing more on Memories Made of Petals or Scent of Roses ~ Aftermath, but I'm currently struggling to write those two. Hopefully, after finishing or getting a little through this, I will have my creative spark back.

Note Three: The Rating "T" is for a reason. There are going to be strong mentions of violence, bad language and death. You've been warned.

PrussiaxHungary pairing, but otherwise just brotherly love.

Picture is from Zero-Chan, I do not own it in anyway. Neither do I own Hetalia!


The year was 2056.

It all started in 2013, when war erupted throughout the world. But it was not done by the nations. No. Humans had started to take things into their own hands in their lust and greed for power and land. Nations were torn apart from their families, continents dissolved into nothing but a legend and the Nations themselves being brutally beaten by their own people.

For once, all of the countries had banded together. It was their last chance to survive. Their nations were near dead now, the things that held their immortality to disease and violence now crumbled. The only things that stopped the countries crumbling into the sea were their bodies. And each nation's people were after the others to find them and tear them down.

Germany sat at the end of the table, his blue eyes scanning the room to register the loss of more nations. Sweden had gone; taking a bullet for Finland. Austria had dissolved after refusing to leave his home and take shelter elsewhere. Even Canada

Germany let his eyes rest on the American, who sat at the table, his eyes tired and puffy. Beside him sat England, who kept glancing at America and seeming concerned. Deep down, every nation knew England still harboured a soft spot for the boy. England was like his father afterall, long ago. One stupid war wasn't going to change that.

Hungary kept silent also, clutching Prussia's hand tightly. It had only been a few days since Austria's death and she still seemed unable to believe it. Prussia's understanding and care had shocked everyone who knew him as the narcissist he once was, and saw his gentler, caring side.

The Netherlands paced the room, looking around with both a worried and eager expression, wishing his sister would hurry up and arrive soon enough. His pacing continued, until he gave a sigh and turned to the door, walking out of it. Not many nations focused on his leave, each of them immersed in their own worries and troubles.

Germany looked at the vacant seat next to him. He wondered when Italy was going to turn up. It was very unpredictable the times when nations could be smuggled away, undetected. Spain was sat next to the empty seat which was Romano's. Russia sat with his sisters at the other end, Ukraine looking very worn out and her siblings both looking worried for her. China sat with South Korea, speaking of the old times while France twirled a rose in his hands.


The door burst open. Germany looked around, hopeful for his Italian friend, and was disappointed when it was not him. He was still thankful, however, that the Japanese man who strolled in was still healthy and well. He sat down beside Germany, glancing at the two empty seats opposite. Spain followed Japan's gaze, and then bit his lip in worry, not noticing Germany had watched his nervous actions.

"Don't worry, Spain, I am sure that they will be here soon," Germany reassured him.

"I hope so," Spain muttered.

"You can't think like that," England suddenly piped up loudly. "We, as nations, need to be strong."

"I agree with Angleterre," France announced, dropping the rose on the table. "Even though I do not like to, I do."

They sat in a cold silence, before Germany's boss strolled through the doors, his face serious and solemn.

"I have bad news," he said, a little sadly.

Germany felt himself stiffen, and his blood run cold. It couldn't be Italy, could it? Surely not? The pasta loving coward who skipped out on training?

"It is Australia. He has fallen."


Everyone took a moment of silence as Germany let go of the breath he had held. Ofcourse, he was devastated Australia had fallen, but that meant that there was still a chance Italy was alright.

Many tear streaked faces were now renewed as many nations took their small leave to stand in private areas to control their own grief, and Germany felt a pang of guilt for worrying of only Italy.


Again, the doors kept opening and closing. Over the course of four hours, ten more nations turned up. Liechtenstein and her elder brother, Switzerland, Greece and a few of his cats, Turkey, Finland, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia (they arrived together), The Netherlands and South Korea.

Another casualty was listed;

Belgium.

The countries sat in more stone cold silence, hoping and praying their fellow nations would be able to attend the meeting to discuss the latest options for their survival.

Every second that passed was another ounce of hope lost.


This was the peak of the battle, and nations had only started to fall recently. It started with Sweden in 2037, Sealand in 2043, and then Canada in 2052.

2056 was the year that the people of the nations had become terrifyingly brutal. Austria and Belgium were the examples of the brutal force.


The sound of a door scraping on the floor made everyone turn their heads or stand to see the new arrival.

The sight of a white flag greeted the nations, who gave small sighs of relief as Italy and his pissed off brother sat at the table. Spain looked at Romano, before giving a very relaxed smile and looking at the boy he considered his own. Romano glared around the table, his cold eyes resting on Germany before they rolled,

"I see none of you have kicked the bucket yet."

"Extremely harsh choice of words," Russia scolded, seeing America's fists tighten up at the brutal wording. "But yes, we are all alive. Thankfully."

"I thought you weren't going to come," Germany addressed Italy, his voice full of relief.

"Ve~ Sorry to worry everyone."

"Italy-San, it is nice to see you alive and well!" Japan said.

"Si, and it is nice to see all of you, too!" Italy half-sang.

"Shit!" A voice exclaimed, and everyone's eyes scanned the room for the source. They rested on Prussia, who was peering from the blinds, and who looked worried.

"What is it, bruder?"

" They've found us…" Prussia hissed. "The people of Germany are here."


"Well that's bloody lovely," England exclaimed, rolling his eyes. He gripped America by the jacket, hauling him to his feet, before turning to the rest of the nations. "So what do we do now?"

"We defend this place." Russia commanded. "All of the nations are present here, or, those who have the better chance of survival."

"I second Russia, aru," China stated. Japan nodded in agreement.

"Alright, fine, we defend this place," Germany said, nodding.

"Ve~!" Italy said quietly.

"But if they break in, we need weapons, or something to defend ourselves with," Turkey piped up.

"Yes, and the less able fighters should pair up with those who are fit enough or better trained," Latvia suggested.

"I definitely agree with that," Japan seconded.

"Alright, Italy is with me," Germany said, earning a scowl from Romano.

"What about me, you potato bastard?"

"You'll be with me," Spain assured him, grinning.

"I'll take America," England said, looking at the stated man who seemed tired and weak. He then glanced at France, who sat lonely in his chair, before rolling his eyes. "Fine, the frog can come too."

"I will take my sisters," Russia said. "I am angry enough to protect two."

"Me, Latvia and Estonia will stick together," Lithuania stated, nods of approval from his two friends confirming that.

"I will look after Hungary," Prussia declared.

"I guess I'll have to look after Greece," Turkey muttered.

"Can I join you?" Finland asked Turkey, who gave a nod in reply.

"I will be with Japan and China," South Korea stated.

"And I will stick with big brother," Liechtenstein said shyly.

"Then we are agreed. At all times, those must stick together. If you are assigned to a post, your group is too, understood?" Germany barked.

"All sick and injured be taken here; the conference room," Switzerland announced. "Me and my sister will stay here to assess injury and illness."

"Sounds good," Estonia said, nodding.

"Russia, can you, your sisters and the former Baltic states please defend the main entrance?"

"Da!" Russia said firmly, earning nods of confirmation from his team.

"England do you think you could set some of your enchantments up to secure the place and warn us of intruders?" Spain suggested.

"Yes, I think so," England said. "Although it will leave me very vulnerable."

"Honhonhon," France grinned, wrapping his arm around England and America. "We shall all stick together and watch your back, oui?"

"Yeah, I'm the hero!" America exclaimed weakly, earning a worried glance from England.

"Spain, Romano, Italy," Germany commanded. "We will go to the back entrance."

"Me and my team will do patrols," Japan announced, unsheathing his katana. "England will not have to detect the first floor; it will save some of his strength."

"And me, Greece and Turkey will scout the third," Greece spoke quietly. "Meaning he can conserve his strength further and use it for combat when the time is necessary."

"Thankyou," England said, nodding.

"Off we go!" Germany roared, and everyone went to fortify their defenses are their posts.