Hi Wolfairer here. Well this is it, I have been planning this story for months and it has taken me forever to be happy with the plan. Well lets get down to it this is obviously based in the Hetaoni World and it will be a time loop just before the one the nations are in now. This fanfic contains a few pairing like FrUk, GerIta, RusAmer and PruCan. So I will stop talking now and get down to the story. I hope you enjoy.
A tall man with long, blonde hair was stood looking deep within the dark, overgrown forest. The young man was wearing a dark blue coat that reached his knees; he was also wearing red pants with brown boots on that just went up underneath his knees. Also there was a short cape, which was the same color as his coat, around his shoulders that reached around his waist, which there was a belt wrapped around. Attached to the young man's belt was a sword. The sword had dark blue sapphires in the handle and also had a rose engraved in the handle. The sword looked like it was well kept and shined due to the fact that it was so clean.
He was still staring into the forest, wondering what adventure was waiting for him within the forest. "Hey Frog! Are you coming, or what?!"
The man was snapped out of his thoughts by this and looked to see a group of people stood in front of him with all of the members looking towards him. The person that shouted are the tall man was stood just slightly in front of the group, he also had blonde hair, however it looked like it hadn't been brushed for a few days. He was dressed in a white dress shirt with a bright green tie. He was also wearing a dark green jacket that were the same color as his trousers, and a pair of dark brown boots that reached the bottom of his knees.
"I'm sorry England. I got lost in my own thoughts for a second."
The one that was known as England just rolled his eyes and sighed. The blonde Brit then turned around and started to walk away from the others, while mumbling under his breath.
Before the long haired man was able to walk to the others another person from the group started to walk over to him with a massive smirk across his face. The man had short white hair and crimson red eyes. The white head was dressed in an all-black uniform with a black belt around his waist. He was also wearing long black boots that had red laces which matched the color of his eyes. The white haired man also had a sword in his belt. The blade looked to be a dark red color just like his eyes and the handle was made out of pure gold with a ruby on the end of the handle. He then yelled with a thick German accent "France! I know I'm awesome and everything, but you don't have to keep this much distance between me and you. After all I want to find this place so that we can leave before the sun sets."
France gave an all knowing grin to his friend and once he reached him replied in a quieter tone than his loud companion "That is only because you are scared of the dark Mon Cher."
Before the German was able to register what was said back to him, France walked passed him and still had a smile on his face. Suddenly yelling was heard from behind him and France couldn't help, but smile even more "Hey! I'm the awesome Prussia! Nothing on this world scares me! Have you got that Francey?!"
By the time Prussia had stopped yelling and stamping his feet at the Frenchman, he had already reached the other two that were dragged into this. One of them was wearing a light blue jacket, it was zipped all the way up to the top; his trousers were the same shade of blue. He was also wearing black gloves on his hands and dark brown long boots on that looked a lot like France's. The man also had strictly combed back bleach blonde hair. The blonde also had a weapon that was kept in his black belt, however unlike the other two his was a rather long, large black whip which had black leather tassels dangling down from the end of the handle.
The other man had short, shiny auburn hair that had an unusual piece of hair that, stuck out of the left side of his head that curled into a spiral. The young man was dressed in a black dress shirt with a light blue tie. Over the shirt was a royal blue jacket that matched the color of his trousers. The young man's boots looked similar to the others, however his were a lighter shade of brown. The auburn haired man had his arms wrapped around the blonde's upper arms in a cheerful, loving embrace.
"Italy, would you let go of me already?" The blonde asked in a deep German accent.
The other, which was known as Italy, just looked up at the other with a cheeky, gleeful smile on his face "But Germany, I feel safe when you let me touch you."
Germany turned his face away from the other man with a blush slightly covering his cheeks. With a deep sigh he closed his eyes to show his admittance of defeat. France, who had watched this take place, shook his head slightly at the way his younger brother was with his partner.
"Italy, I think that we should go after Sir England, will you come with me please?"
Germany looked towards the Frenchman with wide eyes that shined with hope that perhaps that the other blonde would be able to get his clingy lover off of him. However that was short lived when the Italian looked towards France with a happy smile on his face and said "Don't worry big brother, the scary Mr. Britain can look after himself. Besides we can all go after him, isn't that right Prussia?"
With that the Frenchman turned around as quick as he could to see that the albino German was stood right behind him with his usual smirk on his face. Prussia then pushes passed France so that he was stood in-between Italy, who was still clinging onto Germany's arm, and France "Of course Italy. After all none of you need to worry due to the fact that I'm here."
With that stated to the other the red eyed Prussian started to walk the direction that England had headed a few minutes ago. France just looked towards the younger German in the group, who just shrugged his shoulders in a way that said "Don't ask me what he is on about." Then the three of them started to follow Prussia into the forest.
Germany just kept looking straight forward while Italy was talking and singing to himself. However France's ocean blue eyes kept looking in different directions to see if he was able to see any sign that England had come down here or if he wondered off of the track, but there was nothing to show there had been anyone on the path they traveled on.
The Frenchman turned around to look down the route they just came and saw that the thick oak trees that were at the side of the path seemed to have over grown and covered the road in complete darkness. France's eyes widened in shock, but decided that it would be best to keep this to himself after all, he wasn't sure if he was just seeing things and the last thing he wanted was for Prussia to start taking the piss out of him because of it.
France turned back around and headed to catch up with the others, but suddenly the bush that was at the side of him next to the road shuck. This caused the Frenchman to jump in the air slightly, but he looked towards, and with curiosity takes hold of the Frenchman, he slowly took a step towards the bush. France reached out a slender hand to grab the bush, but he was suddenly brought out of his hypnotized state when he heard a yell from the distant.
France snapped his head up with his blue eyes glistening with fear. He knew that he recognized that voice. "England!" he long haired man yelled as loud as he could. Due to the yell France completely forgot about the movement he saw within the bush and ran the way he heard the yell come from.
During the Frenchman's panic for the other, he was hit by a branch which had grown over to the path which he was on; the branch caused a cut on the worried man's pale cheek. France ran passed the two Germans and the small Italian noteven turning his head to look back at them, he knew that he had to find The English gentleman, the determination he had caused him to speed up as he ran along the path.
Suddenly the nation of love stopped in his tracks, this was due to the fact that he saw a figure in the distance; the figure seemed to be sat on the rocky road and it didn't seem to see the other. France wondered what it could be and slowly took a step forward; unfortunately the Frenchman didn't look where he placed his foot and stepped right on a stick. This caused it to snap and the noise seemed to echo through the whole forest. The thing in front of France snapped its head around and looked directly at him.
"Frog, will you get over here and help me up already?!"
France didn't realize what he was doing and started to run towards the grumpy British nation that was on the floor. England was shocked by his rival's reactions, however he was more surprise that once the Frenchman reach him he through his long arms around him to hold the British man in a tight embrace. This quickly caused England to gain color on his cheeks, but as soon as he got his mind working properly, England shoved the Frenchman the best he could away from him, this caused the Frenchman to move away from him slightly, but his hands were still placed on England's sides.
"Are you alright mon ami?" the Frenchman asked in a gentle tone.
"Frog, if I was alright I wouldn't be sat on the floor right now listening to you."
The blue eyed Frenchman looked up to the sky slightly and reached out his hand so that he was able to grab England's upper arm. However as soon as France's fingers brushed the proud nations arm, England quickly moved his arm away and glared at the nation of love. Once Britain realized that France was not trying to make a move on him, the short haired man relaxed and let the Frenchman help him get to his feet.
Once Britain was stood up France went to let go of him, but as soon as he released his grip the powerful nation let a small yelp leave his lips and he started to fall. France quickly jumped into action and grabs the Englishman's upper arm to stop him hitting the floor.
England opened his eyes and looked up to see France smiling at him. England cheeks started to go a shade of red slightly. France place one of Britain's arms around his neck and help him to stand up, due this England never took his eyes of his old rival and he asked "Why are you doing this? You never usually help me like this."
The Frenchman just smiled and replied "That is because I am a nice person to everyone if you get what I mean." With that France winked at England which caused his cheeks to go even redder.
Finally the other nations that were traveling with the two blondes reached them and France stated to Germany "Germany, I think we should head back to town. Sir England is in no state to carry on unless someone wishes to help him work all the way through this little outing."
Germany looks towards England with his piercing eyes and then lets out a sigh of defeat "Ja, you are right, come on we better start heading back."
The German walked to the other side of England and wrapped the gentleman's free arm around his neck. France nodded to the blonde German as a form of thank you and Germany just nodded back. The three of them started to walk, however before the three of them were able to take another step, Germany's brother shouted "Wait West! I can see something over there!"
Germany stopped along with France and England to see what the Prussian saw. The three of them turned around to see that Prussia was pointing to a clearing within the forest and Germany was able to see a building within the clearing.
France also saw it as well. The building looked to be a mansion; the mansion looked to be four stories tall and the building was painted a dark shade of cream, however the paint was now chipping away. All of the windows had iron bars over them so no one would be able to climb out of them, however the front of the mansion seemed to be kept well and the grass was cut short like it was only cut the other day, and there was not a weed to be found in the grass.
France could feel a bad aura coming from the building, he did not know why, but he knew that if they went into that building that nothing good would come of it. Suddenly the Frenchman was brought out of his thoughts by a certain green eyed Brit "Do you think that is the place?"
France's blue eyes slowly glanced over so that he was able to see the Englishman, and saw that his emerald green eyes were full of wonder and amazement at the mansion.
"West, maybe it would be a good idea to rest in there, at least until the limey is able to walk on his own." Stated Prussia.
The blue eyed German looked away from Prussia and looked at the injured nation at the side of him. Then he turned back to his brother and replied "Ok, France will you help England in there?"
France had not heard the German and just carried on looking at the gloomy and depressing building. He had not even noticed that he was the only one holding England up and that Germany was now stood next to his brother and Italy.
"Frog!" shouted the British nation. This quickly snapped the Frenchman out of his daze and he just looked at England.
"France, I asked you if you were able to help England into the mansion." The German said again.
However this time he got a reply from the blonde Frenchman "Oui, I am able to help Angleterre walk, however I would prefer us to head back to town."
England just let out a "tsk" noise and said to France "I never took you as a whimp, Frog. Has America's little story of this place scare you?"
France was about to snap back at England about his comment, however the Prussian jumped into the conversation and yelled "Stop arguing, it is totally not awesome!" Prussia then looked at france and stated. "Francey, it is best to just go in there so that England can rest his ankle. We won't be in there long, I promise."
France closed his eyes and gulped hard, so that England could even hear him. "Fine, but just so you know I am not happy about this at all."
France then opened his eyes and started walking at a steady paced so that it did not hurt England by walking too fast. Germany and Prussia were a couple of feet in front of the two blondes. However the Italian hung back from the others. His amber eyes glared at the mansion, then Italy lowered his head so that he would have seen the ground if his eyes were not closed, then the Italian whimpered out "And it begins again."
With that Italy looked back up and opened his eyes again, and if someone looked carefully enough then they would be able to see that his beautiful amber eyes had unshed tears within them. Italy made sure that there was no trace of tears and then ran up to catch the other nations that had already reached the door to the mansion.
Well this is it for the first part of this fic, please let me know what you think of this story by reviewing. Thank you for reading.