Dis/claimers: On Prologue.

Warnings: On Prologue

A/N: Now here's where the REAL fun begins...

Second A/N: Their names for my head-canon will be revealed in this chapter. No worries.

Chapter One

Germania sighed as he walked through the door. It was December 30th of 2011. He was amazed that none of them had gotten caught yet. Though, he was pretty sure it had something to do with Britannia and her magic. He poked his head into the kitchen, to make sure it was safe from the ever-looming dangerous woman known to the rest of them as Mama Greece. She was a crazy one, they had learned quickly, when on her period and not having someone to nurture during said time.

"She's not in here Genma." Germania spotted Britannia cooking, Rome reading the newspaper and Native America sketching. He walked in, sighing.

"Why is she always targeting me?" He asked them as he sat next to Rome. Britannia laughed.

"Grace isn't that bad." She said.

"Traditore." Rome muttered under his breath.

"Be nice to the one cooking, Riccardo." Native America chuckled.

"Dyami's right." Germania deadpanned. "She could poison us all."

"Makes me think of Iggy's cooking." Mother Russia said as she walked in. They all cringed.

"Brit, tell me again how Arthur fails at cooking when his mother is brilliant at it?" Mama Egypt asked as she sat with Mother Russia. They sighed and Germania took the time to look at them all more closely.

Britannia was wearing a light green dress shirt with black cotton dress pants under a mostly white apron, spotted with cooking ingredients. No doubt she had a meeting to attend to today. Her short cropped blond hair was messy, as always, but styled to be so. Her green eyes were focused on cooking. He moved along.

Mama Egypt was wearing a light-weight white t-shirt and khaki pants with combat boots. Her amber eyes were focused on a book she had with her, her dark hair in a tight bun. She wasn't much to look at, though she was beautiful. He moved to Mother Russia.

Mother Russia was a complicated woman. She was nice, most of the time. Very few people pissed her off. Obama, for instance, was the first person she's hated as a politician since Vlad, the one who inspired Dracula. Anyways, Mother Russia was wearing a large coat and a scarf, much like what her son, Russia, wears. She wore sandals though, the ones they all used to wear. Maybe not that pair, but sandals similar to them. Her silvery-sandy-brown hair was pulled into a low ponytail and her violet eyes were made more noticeable by the thin-framed silver glasses she wore.

Native America was, in all honesty, one of Germania's best friends. The man was a actually very wise and shot out a noble vibe, only much more brilliant then Austria, he was sure. He wore his dark hair into a low ponytail, his brown eyes focused on the piece of art he was creating. He wore a dark jacket over a white tank top, and black cotton dress pants. He probably had an interview today.

Rome was wearing jeans and white t-shirt. He was barefoot at the moment. The roman was a writer and never had to actually leave the house, to the others' amusement and annoyance. It always had Germania teasing him by calling him a lucky bastard.

Germania himself was wearing a light brown sweater and black dress pants. He had to go to his job today, which sucked. He worked at a youth center, helping kids with homework and things he had not a single clue about. And half the time the sessions were outside. In the middle of the winter. Though, thankfully, this was the last session before a nice week-long vacation. Then he could spend time with Rome and hopefully the two could get some real quality time together. Then hopefully he could spend some time with Native America. They were his best friends, after all.

"GERMANIA!" Germania wasn't the only one who moaned when they heard Mama Greece's banshee shriek. He stood up and caught the finished fresh-out-of-the-oven breakfast muffin Britannia tossed him before quickly heading out of the back door.

That was too fucking close.

Meanwhile...

Prussia sat on his bed, sulking as Holy Roman Empire sucked on a treat outside with his best friend Lichtenstein. Austria ran past the window with Hungary, both laughing and playing around. Switzerland chased them, crying about them not being fair. Prussia was the oldest of them and he wanted to go play with them too, but Vati wouldn't let him. He was punished for going to Rome and spanking him with a crop and having his minions of Gilbirds attacking him.

But, whatever.

"Gilbert."

"VATI~!" Prussia was off his bed in a flash and was hugging him around the waist. Germania sighed and rubbed his son's head.

"Gilbert... We need to talk..." He lifted his son up and sat on the boy's bed, the child in his lap.

"About what Vati?" He asked, looking up at his precious father.

"There's going to be a time, Gilbert... When all of us... Rome, Native America, Mama Greece, Britannia, Mama Egypt, Mother Russia and I... leave..."

"WAS!"

"Hush, mein son." Germania said gently. "Listen. When that time comes, you need to be strong. For your brothers and sisters." Prussia looked confused.

"But where are you going?"

"We will simply be leaving. All over, perhaps. But hopefully, one day, once he has grown, America will be our new home. Native America has high hopes for both him and Canada. One day... Gilbert, one day several of you children will join us..."

"WAS!"

"It is simply the way of life. And should you be one of the few... You can come to us. We will accept you." Germania said, "That goes for all of you. Should any of you lose your status as Nations... You will not die, but you will no longer be important or noticed. So, come to us. We will be rather easy to find. It won't be for a long time, though. Until then, let's enjoy our time together." Prussia slowly nodded, upset.

"So, I can go with you once I'm not a country anymore?"

"Ja. I hope that that day never comes, though." Prussia shrugged.

"I just don't wanna lose you..."

"I know, mein kinder... I don't want to lose you either. Come, let's go play with your siblings." Prussia looked eager at that and the two left the house, Prussia eagerly going to play with Austria, Switzerland and Hungary. He looked back at Germania and saw him smiling sadly at them.

Prussia bolted upright in his bed. He looked around and saw that he was in his old home, Germania's home. He sighed and shook his head. Every year since Germania had left, Prussia had come to his vati's home to remember. When he lost his status as a nation, he decided to just move in. Germany had no idea and thought he still lived with him, since Prussia was there so often. Or with Spain and France, but they didn't notice either.

Then it hit him.

"DUH! Ugh, I should've realized it sooner! How unawesome..." He got up and wrote a note and left it on the door. It was that time of year. Ludwig and his other siblings would realize to come find him. He paused, realizing Ludwig had Italy and Veneziano had a brother. A brother who was no longer a nation, technically. Prussia frowned.

"Would he even want to...? He has Toni and Toni loves him so much..." Prussia sighed and shook his head. "I have to ask. It'd be rude not to." He called up Spain's phone.

"Hola, mi amigo!"

"Hey Toni! I need to talk to Romano! Right now! It's urgent!"

"Uhh... Si...?" Spain said, confused. He got Romano all the same, though.

"What do you want you Potato Bastard!"

"What I'm telling you from this point on is top secret. Not even Toni can know."

"... What?"

"I'm going to find the Ancients."

"EH! Perche! Rome said they were leaving forever!"

"Duh! Which is why I have to find them! Vati said if I lost my Nation, I could find them! They'd welcome me! Welcome anybody who's not a nation!"

"... You want me to come with you...?" Romano asked, realizing it rather quickly.

"Ja. I figured it'd be rude not to ask."

"... I don't know how Spagna will take it, but I'm in. Anything to see Nonno again." Prussia grinned.

"Awesome! Meet me in Washington DC, in America! Bring nothing! Leave some sort of note, to let them know you're okay, but nothing else!"

"Si! Ciao!"

"Auf wedersehen!" They hung up and Prussia grinned. He stretched and went to Munich. He got a plane ticket for DC. He was on his way... He could do this... He would do this...

He will find the Ancients.