MOAR HETALIA! Done for the LJ kink meme.

"Any nation, at some point in their history starts to realize that during certain times they are visited/accompanied/stalked by Death/Fate itself in disguise of a loved one or as their doppelganger. S/he doesn't go away, prefers to be seen only by the nation, makes cyriptic prophecies and when the disaster or war that s/he prophesied comes to pass, s/he disappears.

So, how does the nation realize what/who this person is? What is their reaction? Do they try to alter the course of events? Have they ever been able to do it or is Death/Fate unstoppable/unalterable? What are Death/Fate's thoughts about the nation's struggles?"

Look at this world. It is the Earth- a round blue-and-green sphere floating in space, one out of the many in the multiverse. It's quite simple really: Just draw a circle, and voila! There's your new world. Certainly the Creator didn't put too much effort into it, but it wasn't as absurd as, let's say, a giant turtle with four elephants supporting a world as flat as a pizza on their backs.

Let's take a closer look. This blue-and-green orb's surface is comprised of 70% water. This means that the other 30% is land. Such a small percentage of land, yet only a portion of this land is habitable to humans.

And yet, these humans have managed to flourish, to build cities and civilizations.

Humans, Death reflects, never cease to amaze him.

And all this building and discovering lead to countries and cultures. And all of this leads to unitation and belief and identifying oneself as someone from a particular culture and country.

The funny thing about this is it leads to personifications. Enough generated belief will do something like this, Death reflects. Look at him, with his skull and scythe and general Grim Reaper-ness. He's only a sack of bones because the humans envisioned him that way.

The same could be said for these personifications of countries of a different world. Death isn't sure who is the first to appear. But appear they do, gradually at first, then more and more as the humans band together more and more.

Personifications appear, and personifications disappear. It's a fate that is well-known and feared by the many gods of the Disc. Once the humans start to cease belief, cease to identify, then that deity is as good as dead. Death comes to all eventually, and his special hourglasses at home prove that.

Being Death is Death's job. He merely severs and collects the souls of the departed. What humans do to each other has nothing to do with him besides define who he is. It's all part of the job, after all.

Times like these, and he finds himself frequently working alongside with Fate. The strange deity with no real temple or religion, with his eyes that reflected voids and stars, who played with the lives and men.

He does not talk to him much, not because he is unnerved by him, but because there is nothing to be said. Fate moves the events of the world, and Death merely accompanies and finishes it.

Until one day Fate announced he was bored. The games normally played no longer interested him. They were too repetitive and mundane. No, he wanted to play with something larger. Black eyes agleam, he announced that he would be starting a new game, with the personifications of Earth.

Death watched as the Fate of the world chose his pieces. No matter what happened, he would finish this job.

IDK where I'm going with this. Plus, I have a buncha (two) other fics going on right now, so *shrug*