A nation was no human. A nation was a representation, put before us to cope with our battles, help make decisions and gain allies. Nations were once respected among the humans and looked up to by all shapes and sizes. Time passes however and things die out. Less and less people in the world knew that such representation existed, and as of the present day, only one in forty knew of their existence. It soon became dangerous to nations to be known off; scientists wishing to cut them open and see what made them tick. What made them so different to the rest of us and why they were chosen to represent the country. This is when nations adopted human names, so that they would be able to live unknown to their people but rather to their bosses and only them.
That was when they came.
It was warm summer afternoon, the usual green grass now burnt a slight shade of brown. It was peaceful, the sound of the river nearby hitting the rocks as it passed through the landscape and continued it's journey out to sea. Horses whinnied outside to one another, grazing lazily through the paddock, ripping the grass out of the dry soil. The representation of Iceland, Erika, was on the couch, a bowl of eaten ice cream beside her, the girl immersed in book. She was relaxed into the couch, clad in a t-shirt and shorts, hair tied up to keep it from making her neck overheat.
There was the sound of a car driving up her gravel driveway, parking outside the house, doors opening. Placing a bookmark in her book, she looked up, the door literally being kicked down. Startled, she stared at the men dressed in dark S.W.A.T style uniform, only the face was covered with a helmet, the eye pieces dyed a red.
"Excuse me! What the hell?!" She yelped as they grabbed her from her underarms, dragging her out the door and to a large black van. They ignored her question, their grips firm and unfaltering as she thrashed about, desperately trying to break free.
"Let me go! Stop!" Erika screamed, doing her best to escape, her attempts futile against these highly trained men. Thrown roughly into the back of the truck, she groaned, rubbing her head and sitting up as the back doors of the van were slammed shut, a couple of doors closing as the van sped off away from the farmhouse.
Looking around the van, Erika saw Latvia, Seychelles and Liechtenstein, the three of them cowering softly, biting their lip. She frowned deeply, watching them carefully, understanding that she clearly was not the only one.
"Do you guys know what's going on or where they are taking us?" Liechtenstein asked softly, watching the others, waiting for an answer.
"I was just about to ask the same thing…" Erika whispered softly, sighing and rubbing her arm, chewing on her bottom lip. Her shoulders slumped forward, drawing her knees to her chest as Latvia whimpered slightly, being comforted by the other two girls, the Icelander watching him with sympathy as she knew she was no good at comforting people.
That was a year ago. The world had become a much, much darker place after that. This was just the beginning.
A.N
This is the prologue of my new story. It is based on an rp a friend and I did. I hope you enjoy it and yes there will be character deaths. There will also be OCs in the background (Faroes and Greenland) and side pairings.
Pairings I know will be in so far:
DenIce
RusFin
FaSwe (Faroe Sweden)
NorUK
CanUkr
Spamano
GerIta
With the last two, I warn you, it won't be in the way you would like it.
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