The boy raced away from the person chasing him, chin-length golden blonde hair fluttering behind him as his legs propelled him swiftly through the forest. The branches ripped apart his already-tattered deerskin clothing. He tripped over a root hidden by the misty forest floor, whimpering slightly as pain laced up his leg. Ignoring the searing pain in his (probably twisted) ankle, he struggled to his feet, indigo eyes glued to the sky as he ran through a clearing.

"Mother, please," he whispered. "Please, save me!"

"Kid, stop!" a voice behind him called, panicked.

The child turned too quickly, stumbling backwards over the cliff his pursuer had attempted to warn him about. "A-aaaaaah!"

Far above, a majestic eagle screeched, diving after the falling child.

The tiny, delicate-looking boy landed hard on the ground, his head slamming against a rock. The eagle landed nearby, turning into a beautiful young woman with tanned skin, dark brown eyes, and long, straight hair the color of charcoal.

"Matthew, my baby, I'm so sorry," the woman cried, kneeling beside the child.

"Wh-who are you? Who am I?" the boy, Matthew, asked quietly.

"I am your mother, Matthew," the woman whispered gently. "And you are Matthew Williams, the personification of Canada; the brother of Alfred F. Jones, the personification of America."

Matthew struggled to say more, grasping his mother's hand with slowly weakening fingers. "Personification... of Canada," he murmured, his words slurring together ever so slightly. "Matthew Williams..."

"Yes, my child. I have to go now, but I will always love you," she whispered, squeezing his tiny hands gently. "They will take good care of you, train you well."

"Hey, kiddo, you okay? That was a pretty bad fall," someone called from the top of the cliff. Matthew's mother kissed his forehead swiftly, then stood and darted away into the trees.

"Kiddo? You're alive?" the guy who had been chasing him asked from overhead. His graying hair was pulled back in a ponytail, one eye covered by an eyepatch. He noticed the (now bloody) rock bnext to Matthew's head and swore in alarm. "How the hell can you still be alive? All the physics say you should've died, kid. I guess you're just really lucky like that."

"Who...?" Matthew asked weakly, eyes slipping shut.

"No time for that," the ponytailed man declared, scooping him up gently. "Let's get you out of here, I'm sure Vexen will be able to patch you up." As he spoke, a swirling portal of darkness opened. Matthew squirmed slightly, not particularly interested in entering the spiraling black void.

"Hey, kiddo, calm down, it's not gonna hurt you," the guy whispered reassuringly, walking towards the portal with swift, determined steps. "Everything's gonna be okay, just don't freak out on us."

That was the last thing Matthew could remember before his world faded to black...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. There, I said it. Don't expect me to say it again. I mean, come on, if I owned them both, would I SERIOUSLY be writing this on FFN? NO, I'd just write a movie about it, duh. SO THERE.

ANYWAY, now that my rant is over, I ought to tell you where I got the idea...

I was re-reading Hollow by Vithian, and it mentioned the kids getting tested, and so...

My brain conjured up Japan going through the tests using the weapons Amaterasu uses in Okami (one of my current video game obsessions)... meaning the rosary, sword, and mirror/shield/thing combo... so they allow him to join and call him the "Avenging Archangel" after he beats the crap out of whatever they sent to test him.

Then, of course, I actually *THOUGHT* about it, and decided that, since the America/Canada relationship fits the Sora/Roxas relationship (personality wise) so much better, they assume Canada to be America's Nobody. Enough explaining, though... and if anyone can think of a Organization Nickname for Canada, they get a virtual cookie (with milk, their choice of cookie) if it winds up being the one I use.

This is just the prologue, so that's why it's so damn short. Normally, it'd be a LOT longer. Sorry Xigbar's so OOC (for those of you who couldn't tell that the guy who picked up Mattie was Xigbar), but I'M NOT HIM SO OF COURSE HE'S GONNA BE AT LEAST A LITTLE OOC, PLUS HE HAS NEVER BEEN IN THIS SITUATION. I call it "artistic license", so if you don't like it, you can just shove it.

OKAY! Done with that. Drop a review if you seriously want this to get updated soon.