Title: Castles in the Air
Summary: In our world of pretenses, everything is relative, nothing is permanent, everyone dies, and no one can withstand it. But when you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose. So why not play a game?
Author's Note: Hey, everyone, thanks for checking out my story! Also, the prologue is in Denmark's P.O.V.
Disclaimer: Hetalia, sadly, does not belong to me.
Prologue
A game. A stupid, stupid game.
That was how it all began.
I would give it all up to take it all back in a heartbeat, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. It wasn't possible.
He was cold, impassive, secretive, stubborn, yet incorrigibly passionate. He was everything and nothing at the same time – a contradiction. The laws of physics couldn't apply to him, and in his presence, everything felt weightless. There was no mass, no gravity, nothing; nothing to hold our crumbling world together, nothing to keep us grounded. I fell apart as he drifted further and further into the sky. Worst of all, I couldn't stop him. I couldn't stop it. Any of it.
As all its mass dissipated, the Earth simply stopped spinning. Yet, everything on it remained.
It wasn't possible, though. Nothing should exist without mass.
And yet everything did.
It drove me mad.
He had a dangerous effect on me: not because he could tear my world apart with his presence, but because he could turn everything into nothing and nothing into everything with the snap of a finger, and that, to me, was truly terrifying.
Still, my world had stopped with or without him. Maybe that was why my perception of time was so messed up.
Because I loved him, you know. I loved him.
But love, it was no more than a game played by only the stupidest of fools – I came to that conclusion long ago.
I realize now that I had been the dumbest of them all.
But a game it still remained.
Because games were fun, weren't they?
And I had been bored.
So why not play a game?
Everything would be alright, right?
It had to be.
Author's Note: More to come soon!