Heya~! This is my first story so please be kind . but flames are always welcome. I think of it as Constructive Criticism~ so please enjoys~
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers and if I did..PruCan would be enforced!
Introduction
"Are you sure she's one of them?" A short and rather thin man asked, while staring at a newborn wrapped in pink. "I'm positive. Don't question me." replied a taller and larger man, who seemed to be glaring at the infant. "A-and you're sure you want to go through with this?" the smaller man stuttered, almost as if he was afraid of what the others response would be. "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I?" the larger man said sternly. "Well, sir, it would be kidnapping if we just took her, and if the government find out about this they'll shut us down." The smaller man said quietly. "And, she has a twin sister…" the man trailed off. "So what? This is for science, progress!" "Yes sir, but shouldn't we take the sister too?" "No. We take only one. Besides, it's impossible for both twins to be one of...them...and this girl is definitely the one." "Yes sir..." the smaller man sighed.
Chapter 1
"Madeline! Madeline? Where are you?" Madeline came rushing in when she heard her name being called. "I'm sorry papa, I was busy…" "Busy, With what?" "Drawing, I'm sorry. I know I'm supposed to be doing my chores." "Yes, you are. Now get back to work." The small girl nodded sadly. Drawing was the only way she could escape the boring world she knew. When she drew all her emotions she couldn't show in her world would escape onto the paper. Madeline started her chores. All her life she had to do work, work, and more work for this horrid man she was supposed to call papa, who didn't even appreciate her. He would call her ugly, freak, and he would tell her that he wished that he wouldn't have to take care of her. She hadn't been told why she was a freak, just that she was one. The man was a scientist with a group who studied the personifications of countries, whatever that means, and she was the main test at the moment. Madeline had never been able to build up the courage to ask her father what it meant and why she was a test subject for it. Madeline had been stuck in this stupid house for all her life, never able to go outside. There were no windows, and one door that her father always had locked unless he was going through it. Madeline walked slowly towards the countertop that she was supposed to be clearing, she sighed as she stood in front of it, looking at her father's mess. Madeline turned her head to see the markings on the chalk board hanging on the wall. Realizing that she had never noticed them before, she was curious. "Um, Papa, what are these markings on this chalkboard for?" Her father sighed, knowing there was nothing he needed to hide. "That's how many years you've been here."
Madeline laughed, thinking he was joking. "I'm serious Madeline." "Papa, you have to be joking! There are about two-hundred marks here!" "Do I look like I'm joking Madeline?" he said with a stern face. Madeline was extremely confused. She remembered almost nothing about her childhood, it felt so long ago, but not that long! She was only 14, not 200 years old! That would be impossible! "But Papa, I'm only 14! This doesn't make any sense!" "That's what I told you. It doesn't mean it was true." Madeline stared at him with amusement. "You're taking this a little far." "You need to know Madeline. Just listen to me. You're not what you think you are, you're not human." Madeline was shocked. "Of course I am! What else would I be?" "A Country." He said softly. Madeline laughed then, a pure childish laugh of amusement. "Country, that's funny Papa." She said still very much confused. "No, just listen to me Maddie. I'm extremely sorry for the way I've treated you all these years, they made me." "They, who's they?" "The men who keep you here, my bosses.." Madeline was speechless. "You're telling the truth." She finally said quietly. He nodded silently. "Madeline, I've been planning to do this for a long time." He walked slowly to the door. "Pack your things, you're leaving. They're planning something, and I'm not going to make you stay to find out what it is." He said opening the door. Madeline stared at him wide-eyed, she was surprised but she wasn't going to pass on this offer. Then it struck her. She had been with this man her entire life. He would have to be older than she was! "Papa, what Country are you?" she asked quietly. The man laughed softly. "I'm France my dear."
Madeline nodded trying to act as if that was a normal thing to hear and went to pack her things, stumbling on the way to her room. There was so much to take in, to process. She was a country, a living, breathing personification of a country. Then it struck her, what country was she? She stuffed all her clothes into a bag and ran into the kitchen. "Papa, I need to ask you something!" "No time Madeline! Go, go now!" He said to her sternly as he pushed her out the door. Stepping out into the world, she was amazed. There was green everywhere and the light was so stunning it hurt her eyes. Madeline looked down and saw a beautiful green color on the ground and she bent over to feel it, she ran her hand along it a she gasped. It was so soft she almost couldn't bare it. Maddie began to laugh softly as she stood up and started walking around, then faster, until she was running. What she saw was a lush, green meadow surrounded by trees, and above those trees she saw very tall buildings in the distance. Curious, Madeline made her way towards those, tears of joy threatening to spill from her eyes.