This is the result of watching too many HetaOni videos on Youtube and reading comics on Zerochan where Prussia disappears… They were depressing, but they did get me thinking: what happens to a nation after they disappear? Do nations get an afterlife? If they do, what's it like and would those defeated nations try to find a way to take their revenge? This is what I came up with!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or its respective characters, but I do claim this story's plot.

Enjoy!

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Prologue

~Unknown Location (1) ~

"Have you completed the preparations?"

"Yes sir! We are activating the circle now."

Smiling childishly, his violet eyes narrowing, the once powerful nation watched in anticipation as his soldiers scrambled to activate the circle.

Intricate runes and symbols arranged in a circle in the room's center pulsed violently. Mystic symbols stolen from his victims collided dangerously in the form of lightning, their individual powers and purposes battling viciously for dominance. An ominous purple light filled the room.

"Sir, the circle is becoming unstable!" A soldier cried in panic.

"Do not move." The violet-eyed man commanded calmly, quietly.

All the men froze, fearing what the ex-Nation would do to them if they ignored the order more than the unstable magic pulsating through the room. Striding forward, the man calmly withdrew a pipe from the folds of his coat, and stepping into the center of the battling mystical energy, he slammed the pipe into the circle's center. Lightning once again shot from the circle before fizzling out into nothing. The dark purple aura that once filled the room dulled.

Smiling pleasantly, the violet-eyed man turned to the stunned men. "It just needed something to focus its energy through. Now then, let us continue. I will take back what was once mine~."

~Unknown Location (2) ~

"Sir, all systems are green and we are awaiting your orders."

"Very good, you may begin."

"Yes sir!"

Watching his men work the controls of the machine, the cerulean eyed man kept his professional air, even as his heart pounded with excitement. He had spent tireless years working on this machine's design, and today would be the day that he and his men would be rewarded for their hard work. In the center of the room sat a platform surrounded by the bulk of the machine, consoles and memory banks alike whirred with life. To the blue-eyed man's immediate left sat the main console, and working diligently at the consoles controls was one of the blue-eyed man's most trusted soldiers.

"Sir, there seems to some another power signature coming from an unknown source!" The soldier working at the main console informed his superior.

Eyes narrowing, the man was quick to question. "Will this 'power signature' interfere with our plans?"

The sound of furious typing filled the room.

"The power signature seems to be focusing on another target, sir."

"Then we continue as planned. I will reclaim what was mine."

~Italy's House~

Italy loved watching his brother cook. It was like watching art in motion, and since Romano hardly ever volunteered to cook it was always a treat. The way his brother moved around the kitchen would put professional dancers to shame! Romano was always precise in his movements, never wasting a single step in his work. Watching his brother, Italy couldn't help but smile.

I finally get to spend time with fratello~! He mentally sang. "Ve~, fratello, is the pasta done?"

"Idiota!" His brother raged. "I'm making chicken and spinach alfredo lasagna! I wanted something different for a change, that and its healthy for you! N-not that I care about your health or anything! I don't care that you've eaten nothing but wurst with that potato-bastard all week, and it's not like I'm trying to balance out your diet! Chigi!"

Italy smiled happily at his brother, despite his little rant. "Grazie fratello~!"

"Sh-shut up!"

~Germany's House~

Bruder…

Germany stared in exasperation at his older brother. Prussia lay sprawled on his couch; beer bottles and cans were strewn half-hazardly around the living room. Out of the corner of his eye, Germany could see the prone body of France passed out on the stairs. Where Spain was passed out Germany could only guess, he didn't really want to know either.

Once again sighing in exasperation, Germany left his brother passed out on the couch to retrieve a trash bag and clean up the mess. He could scold his brother tomorrow, while he still had a hangover.

~Unknown Location (1)~

"We have established a link to your intended target, sir."

A cruel smile spread across the violet-eyed man's face. "Create the bridge."

~Unknown Location (2)~

"A connection has been made, sir."

A nod of approval was the blue-eyed man's answer. "Continue through with the plan."

~Italy's House~

Italy and Romano both screamed in terror as lightning filled their kitchen and a portal opened up underneath Romano's feet. Without warning, and the brothers' horror, Romano began to sink into the portal's center.

Panicked, and not wanting to lose his brother again, Italy grabbed one of his brother's flailing arms and tried to pull him out. Unfortunately, the portals pull was too strong for the little Italians miniscule strength, and still screaming, he and his brother were sucked into the portal's depths.

~Germany's House~

Something that sounded suspiciously like thunder tore Germany from his unfruitful search for the trash bags. Straightening up in surprise Germany tried to pinpoint where the sound had come from. It hadn't come from outside, the night sky was clear. If it hadn't come from outside, then where…

Gilbert!

Sprinting to the living room, Germany frantically searched for his brother. But it was too late, Prussia, and the couch, where gone.

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Translations:

~Italian~
Fratello = Brother
Idiota = Idiot
Grazie = Thank You

~German~
Bruder = Brother