Hi! Nony here! This is not one of those "Oh no, Nony's starting another fic that will never be updated past the first chapter" fics. Not in the least. This is a *drum roll* COLLABORATION FIC BETWEEN ME & THE EVER-SO-AWESOME STERLING DRAGON! *Cue confetti blasters*
Norway: Oh no
Oh yes~
So, Sterling & I are going to be alternating chapters. This awesome prologue was written by the lovely dragon, who I quote the following "insert witty comment here"
Disclaimer: Neither Sterling nor Nony own Hetalia. If either of us did, this is something that would likely happen
An older woman was lying on her hospital bed, her hair splayed about her in waves of silver. Her warm brown eyes, once young and full of energy had since died down like a candle almost out of wax. By her side sat her only child. A young man in his twenties, he held his mother's hand folded in his own, only just managing to mask his sorrow. It was then that his mother began to speak for the last time. "Do you remember the stories I told you about your grandmother?" A solemn nod was all she needed to continue. "Well, as you know, because of her actions she was cursed. Before she died she told me to lift the curse…" A painstakingly long pause followed, the young man leaned forward in anticipation. "I was never able to… but, I want you to try." The young man tried to protest, there was nothing he could do to change a curse, but his mother's raspy voice cut him off. "When I was younger- this was before you were born- I went to a fortune teller so they could tell me if I would succeed. Instead they told me this; 'Doomed to fail. Everything he's worked for lost. A fate worse than death; the north holds the answer.'" A shallow breath followed, "I think it's referring to one of two people… you or the man who cursed us. So promise me you'll be careful…"
"I will… But who was it that…?" The man spoke vengeance flitting to the surface of his normally friendly eyes.
"Norway." His mother's final word echoed through the room, sounding more like a blast from a jet engine to her son rather than a quiet sigh.
Over twenty years later and the young man had aged much since that day. His hair had become peppered with gray, and his joints pained him when it rained. But that didn't stop the young man from returning to his mother's grave as he had every year on the anniversary of her death. He hadn't paid any attention to his mother's final words about the curse since then. However things had changed. When he had turned forty the man had been admitted to the hospital only for the doctors to be baffled by the strange sickness that seemed to be harming him. A sickness with the same symptoms as the ones his mother had had. Now the man believed that the curse was real, and he was the only one that could stop it.
Now was the time to act. Now was the time to change his destiny.
Yep...Would you expect any less of us for doing this? What? No? Well, I don't blame you. R&R. Nony has connections