Prologue: A Medieval Discovery

"Dudes! You've gotta' check this out!" America rushed into the living room of England's country house, holding his laptop. His sapphire eyes sparkled brightly with childish excitement. The other Allies looked up at the golden-haired male, mixed emotions of annoyance, irritation and intrigue spread across their faces.

Britain spoke up, setting his fine china teacup onto his cherry wood coffee table; his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What is it?"

The boisterous American hopped onto the couch beside the emerald eyed Briton, "In this super small country, historians discovered a castle that appears to date back to the 1400s! It seems to be fully constructed with very little signs of wear!" England and France glanced to the laptop screen; but the Frenchman appeared to have a look of doubt on his face.

"I doubt it's still in a good state. After all, it is nearly six hundred years old," but he was cut off by England grabbing him by the neck and tackling him to the floor.

"Listen frog-face! The only reason you don't want to believe this story, despite seeing the article on America's laptop, is because this castle in my country!" England growled; the Frenchman's face began to turn blue from the lack of oxygen.

America gasped, setting his laptop aside, and pulling the Briton off France with ease, despite him kicking and screaming like a child.

China tapped his finger against his chin in thought. "France has a point though… how could a place of near-six hundred years be so well preserved. It doesn't make any sense." His lips quirked to the side as he twirled the end of his ponytail around his finger.

A chilling chuckle echoed through the room, the Allies turned to see Russia fiddling with the end of his pastel pink scarf. "Maybe the dark ghosts of England have restored it over the years~?" His violet irises seemed to glow with delight, causing the Baltic Trio to tremble beside him; excluding Poland who sat on Lithuania's lap, braiding a small part of his hair with a pout on his face.

"Anyway, where did the article say this castle was?" England turned back to the American.

"Hmm… I can't exactly pronounce it; but hey you're England so you'd know where it is right?!" He laughed brightly, his lips curled into a goofy smile.

The Briton responded with a sigh and a scowl. He walked back to the laptop, his eyes scanning the page until he found the place name. "Ah… Bedfordshire. Honestly America, you can pronounce Massachusetts yet you cannot pronounce this?" He rubbed his temples, trying to prevent a migraine; what was he going to do with him?

"Ah okay, I get it! Thanks Britain dude!" He stood proudly with his hands on his hips, "Though, as the hero, I know where everything in every place is, so ya' don't need to worry!"

"But you, like, do not the meaning of a balanced diet?" Poland sneered, a cheeky smile on his lips and his arms now folded across his chest.

America's heroic stance faltered as he turned to face the Polish male, a pout on his face, "Dude, not cool! That was totally uncalled for!" He dashed toward the Briton, snuggling into him. England's eyes widened, but he wrapped his arms around the American's back, a content smile on his face; the embrace reminding him of what it used to be like when America was young.

"Despite this heart-warming reunion between the Briton and the American, why don't we go and find this castle, non~?" Francis grinned as he ran his fingers through his luxurious blond hair.

"I do think that this would be most interesting. This could enhance our understanding of our fellow comrade's country-aru," China spoke again, his brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. The Russian nodded, fixing his eyes and foreboding smile onto the Baltic States, as well as Poland. They all looked at one another then nodded to Russia, showing their understanding that they would need to go along with hi

"…Maple?"

"Germany! Germany! Look what I found!" Italy ran into Germany's office, where he was discussing some battle preparations with Japan.

"Italy! I told you to not disturb me when I am in a meeting!" Germany roared, slamming his fists on the table as he stood up; his teeth bared and clenched tightly.

"I-I'm sorry! …But, look look!" The Italian held up a newspaper and set it onto the desk in front of the others: Castle from 1428 found in near-complete state in Bedfordshire, England. "Isn't it cool?" He hopped on the balls of his feet, clearly hyper and excited, despite it being time for his siesta.

The blue-eyed German studied the paper with intense scrutiny, "And, why are you showing this to us Italy?" His temper had calmed down; then he glanced up at the Italian with a curious gaze.

"What's going on Italy? Tell big brother Spain!" The bright tone of the Spaniard's voice rang through the room as he entered with a scowling Romano beside him. The Italian simply swept the newspaper up from the desk and handed it to Spain, who read it intently. Romano read it too, over the other's shoulder.

"The hell?! You want to go to England, fratello?!" Romano yelled, frustrated since he hated the English bastard with a passion.

"Italy, this is amazing! I think we should go and find it before the Allies get there first!" Spain grinned brightly, his green eyes sparkled with excitement. A glare of irritation was shot at him from the Southern Italian, who then clipped him around the back of the head. "Ow! Romano, what was that for?"

The moody Italian folded his arms across his chest, a deep scowl on his face, "Just you being the annoying tomato-loving bastard that you always have been!" He growled, his curl twitching excessively.

A loud boisterous laugh emanated through the door, before being kicked open by a certain Prussian. "Okay! What is going on without the awesome me? I heard all the commotion and wanted to know what's up?"

"Big brother Prussia! Do you want to come with us to find this ancient castle?" Italy smiled widely, his amber irises glittering. The Prussian laughed excessively, his hands on his hips as he confirmed that he'd tag along with utmost excitement. Germany sighed in annoyance, massaging his temples to prevent an aneurism.

Spain was pleading with Romano, trying to get him to come with them to England. "Please Roma?" He pouted sadly, his green eyes welling with tears.

The Southern Italian growled and cried out, "Argh! Fine! I'll go already." Scowling, he folded his arms across his chest. Spain cheered in success, embracing Romano, who complained and fought back, although his singular curl formed a small heart.

"Alright, let's go!" Prussia called, leaving the room with the others following behind him.

Liechtenstein and Switzerland were busy cleaning up dishes from dinner. Austria and Hungary had come to visit, to discuss some important information amongst themselves. The stuck-up Austrian was sitting by the grand piano, his fingers gliding over the keys. He was then interrupted by the Hungarian bursting into the room; causing him to slam his fingers on numerous dissonant notes.

"Honestly Hungary, must you be so loud? You ruined my musical train of thought!" He fumed. Switzerland ran into the room with his magnum pistol aimed out in front of him; Liechtenstein cowered behind her big brother, a concerned look on her delicate features.

"Apologies, Mr. Austria. I just got too excited! I finally have a way to beat Prussia in something other than hunting!" The Hungarian chuckled brightly. Switzerland lowered his gun and encourage Hungary to explain what she was talking about.

Hungary handed the Austrian an article for the found castle. Liechtenstein smiled brightly, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. "This looks very interesting Elizabeta~"

"I know! Say, Mr. Austria. Why don't we go and explore it? I have to beat Prussia and prove he is not the best nation in Europe!" Hungary grinned, rivalry evident on her face. "Switzerland, Liechtenstein, do you wish to come with us?"

The Swiss male knelt down to his little sister, "What do you think?" After a moment of hesitation, Liechtenstein nodded her head, confirming that she wanted to go with him. "Well I guess we will accompany you Hungary."

The four nations walked to the door, Liechtenstein singing a traditional Swiss lullaby in her sweet tone.

Author's note:

This was the first story I began to write for Hetalia, I started it at least three years ago. It is heavily edited from then because my writing back then was not great. Oh well. Action will begin next chapter.

This story has numerous pairings, after all there are twenty characters!

I hope you enjoyed this prologue; this story will be updated on Wednesdays at 10pm GMT.

Thank you!