Hero Rising
Rating: T
Characters: All
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Full summary: The year: 2036. The Third World War is over, and Russia has taken over the world. But with one fateful decision and divine destiny, history is about to change. A modernized re-telling of "The Prince of Egypt", Hetalia style.
This might be kind of weird, but this is more of an AU story where America doesn't really exist yet as a country. He's still a baby under England. I know, it doesn't make sense, but it works for the story. So yeah.
Human names will be used, as will be country names.
Inspiration comes from the movie "The Prince of Egypt" as well as too many songs to name, and also from Hetalia, for being epic like that.
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya forever.
Please enjoy my cracktastic idea. :3
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Prologue
London, 2035
The sounds of muffled explosions could be heard in the distance as the Russian forces marched forward, leaving in their wake a trail of bloody footprints leading back to the ruins of what had once been London.
Arthur Kirkland looked out over the carnage and remains of his once-beloved capital, shivering violently despite the ferocious heat of the flames engulfing the city, as far as his emerald eyes could see. How could this have happened? How could he have been brought down so easily?
Really, it should have been painfully obvious who was going to win this war when Russia introduced the newest upgrade in his nuclear warhead technology. It had been clear even from the beginning, and yet every country had fought anyway, struggling to keep their countries from falling under the red flag of Communism.
He'd known it was only a matter of time, really, as over the last six years, every country, starting with the weakest, had fallen to the unstoppable Russian Federation. The Baltic nations had been the first to fall, though that wasn't really a surprise to the Briton, as they had belonged to Russia before. But when countries like Germany and Japan and even Italy, who was weak but never weak enough for Ivan Braginsky to take before, fell to the Russian's power, England had started to worry.
And now…now in a matter of just under an hour's worth of fighting and bloodshed, he had succumbed to the same fate, albeit just as unwillingly as the rest of them had.
His hands shook. He'd been the world's last surviving hope, and that hope had been extinguished, like a candle's flame snuffed out in a storm. His thoughts turned to his adopted brother-son, Alfred, who was just a baby. How could he have failed Alfred so badly, fighting to keep his beloved son free from Russia's evil dominance, and lost? The dirty-blonde shuddered to think of what might befall Alfred now that they had lost the war.
Arthur turned to face the east, where the Russian troops were still pulling out of the battered and beaten country, and locked eyes with Ivan himself, who had stayed behind. The tall blonde man raised his arm, bloodied fingers curling in a little wave as the most cruelest of childish smiles grew on his lips, and Arthur clenched his own hands, wishing that he was not so weak and powerless so he could take down the damned Russian once and for all.
Ivan put his hands on Arthur's thin shoulders, leering down at the once-powerful empire, and said the words that turned the Brit's heart to ice.
"You are now one with Russia."
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Just a short prologue to introduce the story. I swear it will move forward! Reviews are like chocolate to me! And please, if you have any ideas, do share them with me. I like those just as much as reviews! :3