"Heaven's gift to me, just the way you are. A new age child, from a distant star…"
We fought nonstop when we were young. We thought it made sense, that it was our destiny to be the greatest empire on Earth. In truth we were simply too proud to give up our chances of being able to look down at the rest and say "I am in charge, and you will obey me". Our pride blinded us, and it was our pride that brought about our downfall.
"It feels so good just to be, so close to your love."
That is a fate I would never wish upon you, my son. You have other siblings, but you are the one that will inherit what is mine. Your brothers and sister will receive the mainland from your father, but you are my heir and I pray that the separating waters will be enough to protect you from the wars that will doubtlessly ravage the continent.
"You are Heaven's gift to me."
My son, please do not follow in my footsteps, or in those of your father's. I have already lost my husband and one child to the wars. Most of the others are gone, taken by either the sword or the slow decay of time. My brothers are gone, my friends are gone; the world is changing. Even those who I once considered little more than children have passed.
"You are so sweet and pure, just the way you are."
I have given you a place to grow and learn a place to expand your knowledge. Sometimes I think that my youngest brother's policy was smartest. He was that small island that nobody wanted, and it served him well. His lands are untouched, despite his passing.
"Mama's precious jewel, Daddy's rising star."
I love you more than I can possibly say, and it grieves that I will be unable to watch you grow to your true potential. Your father loved you as well, no matter what you might think. He was losing power and the will to live by the time you came to be. He was a proud, stubborn man and I loved him for it. You look so much like him, little one.
"There is so much in life, for you to see. And so much to be,"
The world is vast and amazing. Our home is green, but also rather cold and can be very gloomy. Yet I missed so much when I was wrenched away from it.
"You are Heaven's gift to me."
There will be a lot of OC's in this story, since there are a lot more Ancients than mentioned in Hetalia. Among them will be Britannia, Goth, Scandinavia, Iberia, Baltia, Caledonia, and several others since the list keeps growing for some odd reason. Whose point of view this chapter is told from will be relieved later, as well as who see was talking to. There will be no yaoi in this story, so if that's what you came for, I'm sorry. Please give it a try anyway.
Another point of interest is that as much as I will try to make this story follow the timeline, there will be a lot of historical inaccuracy.
The song in italics is "Wiccan Lullaby" by Bette Milder, if I'm not mistake. You can find it on YouTube, if you so desire.