Hey everyone! So this is not my story actually. This is a story that cross-over-lover232 came to me with and I've been editing it. I have wrote some bits and pieces but it's mainly her work. I'm basically a beta. But it's a cool concept, and I hope that you enjoy it and definitely give her props. I'll show her any reviews but you should definitely PM her too because she's awesome :D And now, I bring to you the prologue! Love ya~!

~SXS

Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia and Sailor Moon belong to their respective owners. I do not claim ownership on any of the characters or situations that came out of the brains of Naoko-sama or Hidekaz-sama. If I did own them then I wouldn't be the one writing fanfiction XD

After a seemingly endless night, the Earth was finally awakening to a new day and age. The world that had been so plagued with evil and hatred, war and death, was now in a time of peace and harmony. Such beauty and purity had long been forgotten! For average citizens, this was something they embraced happily. But for certain peoples, becoming accustomed to a single planetary rule was difficult.

Ivan awoke in his Russian home and realized that the monsters that tore at his mind were gone, no longer hissing and yelling. Instead he felt a calm soothing presence in his chest, like a soft gentle hum melting away all his worries.

Young Matthew Williams, the nation of Canada, awoke with a start, heart pounding. Outside the morning sun broke on the trees and the colors seemed more vibrant. Greens shining in a way they never had before, the sun glinting on the snow. Through a window he could see birds with scarlet feathers bursting forth and letting free their songs.

In America, Alfred could only blink in surprise. His hot dog suddenly smelled disgusting. Half of it plopped to the floor, decayed like a thousand or more years had passed. But his watch said it had only been a few moments since he had bought it...

It was all too odd for Arthur in the UK. Where not long before it had been pouring rain, the sky was clearing letting the sun shine through. The lilies stood just a bit taller smelled much sweeter and the tea in his tin smelled stronger as well.

Peter Kirkland, the micronation Sealand, awoke to find the sea surrounding him clear and calm. He could see in it creatures that had swum up from the depths. The legendary Kraken drifted peacefully, its large eye peering at him before the lid inched downwards.

When Francis stirred he could feel the shift in leadership. It was as if someone new had taken a place on the throne, but in a much broader rule. The Frenchman did a double take out his window; his palace that had been destroyed centuries ago was standing again, proud and wonderful, sweet-smelling roses doting the lawn once more.

Little Feliciano felt it easily, a stirring in his chest and an extra pool of delight in his tummy. He compared the feeling to what he felt when he had eaten pasta or when he was snuggling with Ludwig. The moon was much brighter than mere moments ago when he had bent to pray before getting in bed.

Downstairs, Lovino was pacing back and forth studying his tomatoes; tomatoes that were shedding a crystal casing that gleamed under the moon's light far more clear then any diamond he had ever seen. Suspicious, he explored their Italian home from top to bottom checking to make sure that everything was ok.

When Gilbert woke up, he felt as if someone had given him what he most desired. He looked at his wall and found that his homeland Prussia was back on the map! His journals looked new, the leather binding like the day he bought them. He plucked one of the early volumes off the shelf and found the pages were no longer yellow with age.

Ludwig awoke in Germany and his soul felt clean. His disastrous past was still there, but the cries in the memories were more soft and distant. And there was a feeling in his belly, a happiness that usually only Feli could bring about in him.

In Spain, Antonio roused himself from the bed, blinking blurry-eyed around. It felt like he had slept a thousand years; a logical explanation for the peaceful feeling inside him as if he had been resting for a day or two. Despite having just woken up he decided it was time for a short siesta.

The nations experienced many similar standards when they awoke. Their houses were spotless, as if some magical fey had swept in and tidied them. Shards of crystal were fading away leaving everything fresh and clean in their wake. White paint was pristine as the day it had been layered on, stone walkways were no longer caked with decades of grime, statues shone, free from cracks of age. Plants and animals were lively. And amongst all the nations was a gentle, soothing feeling in their hearts, as if all their responsibilities and worries had disappeared for good.

This peace they all felt was a happy thing, but what made them uneasy was a feeling that time had passed and they had no recollection of when or why. And strangest of all were the slight differences in their national symbols. Buckingham Palace shone like a jewel, but there was now a golden crescent moon on the gate. On Peter's flag there rested another crescent over the English red white and blue. Francis's palace gate and flag held the shape. Even Gilbert's flag's eagle now had a little moon on its forehead.

The only two nations who understood what was happening were Wang Yao of China and Kiku Honda of Japan. When the former awoke, he could feel the lunar energy was stronger; moreso than even five thousand years prior when the last universal time of peace had been upon them. As slender dragons flowed across his nightscape, he found that his wound from Kiku was healed, skin as blemish free as the day he was born.

Kiku knew his queen at last was here to bring about world peace, to unify the Earth under one rule. The royal family may have been made of only females, but they were full of grace, honor, dignity, and pride. He only hoped that Alfred, with his strong ideas of independence, would not interfere with this golden era...