Hi-hi! I don't normally write fanfics, but i was inspired by a friend of mine (who is also writing one) and decided to write this. So feel free to blame Joanne for this ^^ Some of you may be able to guess where I got the idea from, but for those of you who can't, it's kinda from an old TV series I used to watch. Anyway, this is only the prologue, but enjoy! 3
Prologue - Revelations
It happened in 2011. The one event that all governments around the world feared. The event when the people of the Earth discovered just how much their governments were keeping from them. Forget the MP expenses scandal in the UK. Forget Area 51 or Watergate or the Vietnam War. This was a thousand times worse and global. It affected everyone in every country, this one secret.
The existence of their nations' avatars.
Of course, each country's people reacted in their own way. Germany's people shouted about unfair policies and dictatorships. The French were very offended that they hadn't been trusted by their government. The Russians ordered more vodka.
Then there was the reactions of the countries' leaders. England's prime minister smiled an obviously fake smile. Russia's president looked terrified. France's prime minister hung his head in shame.
After months of arguing, fighting, attempted assassinations and near declarations of war, it was decided. The nations would be placed in an environment separate from the rest of the world for their own safety. It took another three months for the leaders to agree where. A month before the event, deep space probes had discovered a small uninhabited planet quite close to our solar system with one structure on it. Archaeologists and scientists sent there from around the globe nearly died from excitement when they realised what it was.
Atlantis.
It was settled. Each country sent it's representatives: it's scientists, doctors and soldiers. The Nations were given the choice to help with their fields of expertise: Germany's military skill, Singapore's love of technology. Some nations declined the offer and stayed as 'guests'. After much deliberation, a leader was chosen: a British commander with multi-lingual skills, a sarcastic attitude and one hell of a right hook.
Name: Rachel Smith. Call sign: Cassandra.
The first meeting between her and the Nations went surprisingly well. America was smacked upside the head with a pipe borrowed from Russia for insulting her bright orange hair and France was thrown across the room when she realised exactly what he meant by 'we should get on well together'.
Three weeks later they were shipped to Atlantis.
This is their story.
Feel free to comment and review! Hope you liked it :) 3
Mel x