Author's Note: Here it is! The sequel to "The Empty Cradle." Obviously, if you have not read it, I suggest you do so that way this story will make more sense. Unless you want to read this story first and then "Then Empty Cradle" that's fine with me XD Hetalia is not mine, it belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz, I just write fanfics for it. The children, on the other hand (like Kiku N. Jones-Honda), those belong to me. Now for those of you who have read this on deviantart, I know this prologue is different, but that's because I wanted to make some improvements, the rest of the story will be the same!


A Flower's Introduction

It felt nice to get away from the city and all its noise, not to mention the military base. Here, out in the countryside, I felt so much lighter as I stood right in the middle of the red flower field. A gentle breeze passed by and gently went through my black hair.

Oh my apologies, I should introduce myself. My name is Kiku Nathaniel Jones-Honda. I am the son of Alfred F. Jones and Kiku Honda, the personifications of America and Japan. The field that I am standing in is within the country known as Russia, while the city I mentioned was Moscow. Ever since the end of the war, my family and friends have been living here at the military base that was also built at the end of the war. Camp Rockefeller* it was named. It is nice, but after living there for nearly two years, this flower field seemed so much better, without any walls surrounding me. I felt so free and peaceful, which are two things I haven't felt for awhile now.

A hand on my shoulder broke me out of my thoughts, making me look over my shoulder. It was my father. He smiled at me and tousled my black hair like he always did.

"Lunch is ready, Kiku." he said.

I smiled back at him. "I'll be right there."

Dad withdrew his hand and walked back to the group of tents that were about six feet behind me. I just stood where I was for a moment, watching his retreating back before following him. Everyone else was coming out of their tents to gather around the ring of stones where we had our campfire last night. Francis, Arthur, Ivan-san, Yao-ojisan, Henri, Louis, Mari, Giovanna, and Zhu. Giovanna sent me a wave, which I returned. I took a seat between my two best friends, Henri and Mari, as we waited for our food to be served to us.

I know we all look happy now, and carefree, but it wasn't like this during the war. Oh, no… Those were much darker times. It's hard for me to talk about it sometimes, but I'm sure you're all dying to know what happened before this trip to the flower field. It is a long story, but it is one that shouldn't be forgotten, not just for our own sakes, but for the sake of the rest of the world. I will share everyone's story the way I saw it through my own two eyes.


A/N: *In real life, there is no US military base in Russia called Camp Rockefeller. It only exists in this fanfic!* Now, the format of this story is going to run a little differently from my usual story formats. The other Nation children will be given a proper introduction in the future chapters, I'm only writing this way to keep the suspense. Other POV's besides Kiku's will be given in the future. Don't you worry, I have the next chapter already up, I just need to edit it first.