What if every country had an after life? What if we lived a normal life on earth, and then some how we died, and were reincarnated into this dimension: one of earth. What if we remembered dying? What if we remembered how it happened? What if we remembered our old life? What if you died, and re awoke the next morning without a scratch on you? What if then, you were confused and had a strange, panicked, bittersweet feeling?

What if you couldn't tell anyone else, because you were afraid you would pushed away because no one else felt that horrid pain. That pain of being alive again?

What if you loved someone? What if you loved someone so greatly, only to wake up the next morning, and you are alive? What if you think dying was just a horrid dream? What if you get up and search for you're love… only to find her/him nowhere to be found? What if you felt alone?

I am Alfred Foster Jones. I have felt this way, and so has every other, single country. We have suffered all these what ifs. We are living in a world that doesn't seem real; this world of lost souls given a second change. We are the nations of these strange dimensions:

Hetalia.