A/N: WHATISTHISIDONTEVEN-FFFFFFFFFFFFF-yes, well, I did put up another prologue. O the same day as the other...I did start that 2nd chapter, thank you very much. I just had this sitting around...
England:...twat...
LamboGirl: I would kill to own this. Maybe.
England got out of a meeting with his Queen, and started heading back to his house. He got home, unlocked the door, and walked in. Everything was there, everything was normal. He shrugged off the feeling of doom he had and started making some tea. It was around the time the tea was made when the doorbell rang.
Outside was a boy, about 15, with dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and eyebrows that could rival his own. The boy looked straight into the shocked nation's eyes and said, bluntly, "England, we have to talk."
For this boy was not human. Nor was he a nation. The older one could feel that.
"Who are you?" was the best question he could think of.
The boy looked at him as if wondering where he was all these long, long years. "I'm the Island of England, Scotland, and Wales."
~A couple millions of years ago~
Pangea woke up as usual, stretching out her arms while doing so. She was the eldest out of three siblings, and ever since those other two came, she knew her time was short. They were formed when a river that stretched across the entire land mass formed. Each day, it was getting bigger and wider, so she would be gone very soon, she guessed.
She grabbed her make-shift tools, and went out to grab some food for them. Even thought there were no other humans, they still needed to eat. Usually, they were vegetarians and ate only the plants, but they also went for some of the wild life occasionally.
Her eyes narrowed as she moved silently through the dense forest area. An animal was wandering around. Perfect..., she thought readying her dagger-thing.
A large wind came up and blinded her for a second. She blocked her eyes, and when she looked again, there was a woman. That's when she knew today was her last.
"Mother..."she said, in a language only known to them, "It is time?"
The woman silently nodded, and the world trembled. Pangea screamed in agony, clutching her waist where a large cut was forming. Looking up to the woman who was her mother, she pleaded with her eyes before falling limp.
That day, the continent of Pangea broke into two, Gondwanaland and Laurasia. The two siblings found themselves separated by a large river, what soon turned into miles of ocean. Neither mourned over the death of their sister, Pangea, as they knew that their mother was not a kind one.
Mother Nature was never kind.
