Bright Hetalia: Prologue
The sky was a faded blue, the sun a burning blaze shining beneath the clouds. A soft mist rolled across the foreground, as birds were returning to their nests, anticipating the golden summer that was to befall them. A petite, frail rabbit hopped out of a small bush, glancing at its surroundings.
There was a tiny canary chirping in the distance, welcoming this new warmth the world had brought to us. A swift breeze overtook the air, casting leftover leaves to swoop every direction to whatever destination they were being taken to.
A very tall, young looking figure stood proud in front of what looked like to be some kind of tree house.
"Haha! Finally, I've finished it!" the figure giddied out in excitement.
"You can be such a bother, America. It doesn't even look that great", scoffed another young-looking man, giving the look of a gentleman.
"Ah, c'mon England! It looks fine. Don't be such a blockhead." America shot back with a slight laugh.
"Excuse me? I'm not the one who constantly worked on a child's toy for 4 weeks", countered England.
"It's not a child's toy!" America whined. "It's the super secret base!" he shouted as-matter-of-factly.
"Ummm, guys. I'm still here…" There was yet, another young-looking figure sitting down on the grass next to England and his tea table. He carried a small, albino bear in his arms. Completely ignoring him, America and England continued their bantering.
"You're just scared to go up there. Admit it!" America struck a sarcastic pose and pointed at England.
"Uh, no. Because unlike you, I'm not foolish enough to get inside something you made."
The boy, or what seemed like to be a man (Which he looked too old to be a boy, but too young to be a man, I guess he was "boy-like?") had gotten irritated that the other two had ignored him.
"I really wish that someone would actually notice me for once…", he wished, a bit deep in thought.
By now, if you've watched Hetalia to at least Episode 19, you should know who this is. If not, I really don't know what to say. If you haven't seen Hetalia at all, I don't even know why you're reading this.
"Hey Canada, how's it going?" piped a vernal undeveloped fellow. Unusually, someone had noticed Canada, not that it would last long…
"Oh, hello Italy…" Canada murmured in disclosure.
"You're glowing abnormally bright today, why is that?" Italy asked, permeating right through him.
"I-I am?...I didn't do anything different…"
"Maybe, it's because you desire something, like the Italian proverb goes: 'Chi si alza sarά abbassato e chi si abbassa sarά innalzato.' It means "Those who have airs will be laid low – Those who abase themselves will be raised up."
"Uhh…Care to elaborate?", asked Canada, confused.
"In other words, nothing is going to happen if you wish small. Wish big, and the world could leap into your arms." After Canada realized what Italy had said, he was silent. How did he know? It's not like he said any of his deep thoughts out loud, even though no one could usually hear him.
"Well, I'm going to find Japan and Germany. Ciao!" Italy waved as he raced towards the storage shed that Germany and Japan were supposedly working.
"That's weird…That was very unusual, even for Italy. He acted like Italy, sounded like Italy, but…."Canada paused, noticing that he himself wasn't 'himself'. Instead, he shook off the thought and smiled. "There's nothing to worry about, right?"
Several minutes passed on, hardly without any anticipation. America realized that his "Secret Base" needed some "major" adjustments after Russia climbed inside to test it and it fell to pieces.
England just kept complaining at America because of his screw-up, while China helped Russia recover from his fall.
"Kumaguchi, it's a nice day, isn't it?" Canada pondered to his bear, basking in the sunlight.
"Who are you again?"
All Canada did was keep his smile, watching birds whisk by in a blur.
"I'm Canada~" he proclaimed rather enthusiastically.
"Hello, everyone! France is here!" bellowed a tall man, running up the hill. "And he has big news!"
"Did your house catch fire?" England asked, taking a small sip of his tea.
"Noo, something way better than that. My little sister is coming to stay with us for awhile~"
"Little sister? I didn't know you had a sister.", replied England.
"Uh, yes well…She sort of belongs to Spain at the moment, but I'll get her back!"
"Oh god, I feel sorry for the poor girl.", England responded once again.
"Anyway, she's coming to live with me for-"
"Wait wait wait, she's going to live with you? Now I really DO feel sorry for her…" England set down his cup of tea, slightly lowering his head in thought.
"Haha, very funny Arthur. Anyway, you're probably wondering if she's cute right? Well she is, she's the most adorable sister ever!"
"Well, nobody asked, but…Shouldn't your sister live with Spain? After all, he owns her right now, right? Besides, Spain is a good caretaker." France suddenly looked forlorn. He spoke sullenly.
"Yes, that is true, perhaps she should. Well, she'll be here tomorrow." England realized what he had said but didn't know that France would actually be sad about it.
"Well, let's sit down for some tea. America, Canada." The other two nodded and sat down at the two seats that were left after France snagged one.
"We should welcome this country with open arms, right?" England vigorously proclaimed, showing dignity.
"Uhhh, sure man. Why not?" America agreed, slightly confused, even though he heard the whole conversation.
"Yeah, a new country. Should be nice…" Canada said half-heartily.
"To my sister!" Everyone raised their hands in agreement.
Normally they wouldn't make such a big deal, but England decided to do this one thing for France, since he knew what it was like to be so proud of a sibling. That was probably the only thing he could possibly respect France for.
