Author's Note::
I, Stormy1412, does not own Doctor Who or Hetalia. I am only writing fan work; which I am not using for any self-profit. I
I must apologize ahead of time for any grammar, cultural, historic, or any other mistakes and/or offenses. Since Hetalia is included, please keep in mind that country represents are suppose to be stereotyped, it's kind-of what makes them canon and lovable in the show and manga. I must also apologize if any canon characters appear like/with OC personalities; especially if it was not planned to be that way. Thanks for checking out my fan-fiction, I hope you awesome people love, favorite, share, follow, and comment on it!
Prologue
The box sat at the edge of town, under a bare tree whose leaves laid under it and bore the dreary color brown. The chilly wind made the few people wandering about hurry so they could get done with any tasks and goals. Every single one of them passed by the box, none of them seemed to care enough about it and why it was even important enough to stop for; except for one man who watched from a distance. His emerald green eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about the object in front of him. Someone earlier acted like it was suppose to be there, like it had always been.
That couldn't be right though. The box's color was indeed a blue that faded with time, it bore the look of something old. With that logic, it should have been there for quite some time. A distant memory of what use to belong in the past. Of something that should be forgotten, in fact.
The male wasn't convinced though. If it had always been there, then why hadn't some of the leaves remained on the top of the box? Why did leaves poke out from underneath it? Why did it seem as if someone just plopped it right there?
No. The box had appeared there more recently. The young male could tell. He had seen it many times before. Normally, whatever came out of the box was sure to mean some sort of bad omen. It, itself, was not bad nor was whatever came out from it. The box carried something that seemed to fix problems before they happened or got worse. That was why it seemed as if anything dealing with the specific said item caught the male's attention. He knew it could be there for either good or bad news.
The blonde almost missed movement inside the box, like some shape getting closer to the windows. Deciding to run off, he quickly turned his back and fled the scene just as two doors opened to reveal a tall man with brown hair and a woman with copper brown hair.
Ending Note::
I know this chapter is short. That is mainly because it is a prologue and I am pretty awful at writing beginnings for some of my stories. Future chapters should be longer than this, though they may take time for me to work room into my schedule. So please bare with me and stay fairly patient. Besides, rushing me won't really do anything since I would rather take time to make the story good for you lovely readers. :)
