Chapter 1

It is one of those stereotypically happy days up on Mt. Olympus. The sun is shining brightly, scattering light all across the clouds. A lone figure zips through the air, casting shadows onto the ground, only to get to the farthest section of the huge palace resting lightly on cloud tops. Finally she stops abruptly in front of three figures, the wings on her feet flapping furiously to keep her suspended in midair.

"Hello, Austria-sama," she says respectfully, bowing her head. "Hungary-sama, America-sama."

"Hello, Lichtenstein, dear," says the woman- Hungary- fondly cradling her newborn son in her arms. "You have a message for us, I assume?"

"Yes, Hungary-sama." The young messenger goddess unfolds a scroll, clearing her throat politely. "Prussia-sama, ruler of the underworld, sends his regards to 'the little shitbag' and fondly wishes for him to 'drop dead'. Will there be a reply?"

Hungary's face turns a vivid scarlet and she chokes out 'I'm going to kill him' before her husband places a restraining hand on her shoulder.

"Calm yourself, darling. Today is a happy day," he reminds her. She takes a deep breath and smiles brightly.

"You're absolutely right. No reply, Lichtenstein." The young blond girl bows again, her hands clasped behind her back. Then she turns and flies off, expertly dodging the marble columns placed tastefully around the home.

Hungary looks around; then down at her son she smiled. "Everyone will like you." She tells the infant smiling. "Would you like to know why?" Her question needs no reply as she looks up at her husband. "He'll be gay; just like you were supposed to!" The sunny statement was filled with anger directed towards Austria who could only sigh in reply.
"Must you predetermine these things?" He asks only making her giggle and walk away, whispering to the child about how he must become what she always wanted his father to be. Austria, now thoroughly aggravated lets out deep breath.
"Something wrong dear?" She asks as if nothing had happened, making Austria sigh. He walks over to her almost like a game of cat and mouse is being played. "I do hope that you are happy on this joyous occasion! "

"Of course I am, darling. We're having a christening for our newborn son who is going to fulfill all the dreams you crushed!" Austria says almost excitedly when a few of the marble columns explode into a fantastic array of shades of red. A man walks through the flames smiling darkly.

"Hello dear brother of mine." He says, calmly, like the flames weren't smoldering behind him. "How's the little shitbag?"

"Do you have to destroy my home every time you come here?"

"Do you even have to ask that?" Prussia asks and waltzes over to Hungary. "So back to my question how's the little shitbag?" He looks over at Austria then back to the mother and child both of which don't look happy anymore.

"Fantastic," spits out Hungary. "He'll be much better when you're gone." America laughs, a sweet, clear sound, and his mother's face softens. Roderich walks closer to his son with a look of adoration on his face, reaching out his hand toward his blonde infant. America grips his pointer finger tightly and smiles.

"Wow, bro. You've gone soft," Prussia says softly, almost sweetly, like a cobra facing a mouse when he knows the animal is cornered. "You have a wife and a baby, and all you care about is them. What about your own brother, Rod? Your only brother, whom you banished to the underworld." A look of pain crosses the older man's face.

"It... It was for the best, Prussia. You would have destroyed the earth. Destroyed everyone. I had to do it." Prussia's lip curls into a snarl, but there is grief in his eyes.

"I see. So you would choose them over me. You would leave your own brother, the boy you grew up with, to rot in a stinking hell. Well, I'm not a boy any more. And someday, you're going to regret it, brother. Someday, I'm going to make you pay." He turns on his heel and vanishes in another explosion. The last glimpse of him is of tears brimming in his eyes, which he brushes angrily away. Austria's face crumples slightly and Hungary places a hand on his arm.

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Prussia sighs, leaning back in his boat as it lazily floats down the River Styx. He tosses a steak to his hellhounds and watches the fight over it emerge, not particularly entertained.

"It was for the best? Choosing those damn humans over me?!" He shouts, and sighs. "Can love a woman and have a child but can't even keep ties with me?" He whispers, tears stinging his eyes, threatening to pour over. With all his might he contains them until the boat stops having bumped against land. He stands up, trying to compose himself and steps off the boat being greeted by one of his imps.

"Hi Prussia-sama!" He shouts rather loudly. "Are you sad?" This statement earns him a half-assed glare. "I picked a flower for you." He says, hoping the gesture will reach Prussia.

"Italy…" He says, the tiniest of smiles emerging from his face as he takes the flower.

"Oh! And The Fates are here!" Italy says cheerily. This breaks Prussia's smile and forces him back to his usual behavior.

"HOW DARE YOU BRING ME A FLOWER!?" He snarls, the imp backs away a little, afraid of his rage. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THE FATES WERE HERE? AND WHERE IS FRANCE?!"

"I… gave you the flower to cheer you up." He whimpers, trying to buy France time to rush over. "And… I thought that The Fates wouldn't like to see you upset."

"Well you were wrong. WRONG. I'm not upset. NOT. You're WRONG," He says, a bad attempt at a cover-up. He sees France come from the corner of his eye and turns his attention to him. "Where were you?"

"Talking to a lovely madmoiselle!" France says with a wink. Prussia rolls his eyes and kicks him, feeling his in-control attitude returning. "What was that for?"

"For being obscenely stupid. Now come on. We've already kept the fates waiting, and patience isn't one of their virtues." He walks into his castle, hearing Italy bounce cheerfully after him and France grumbling sourly. They reach the study and Prussia throws the door open.

"You're late," remarks Estonia tartly.

"VERY late," echoes Lithuania.

"It could have been an accident," supplies Latvia in Prussia's defence. He is ignored.

"I know. I had to visit my brother and –"

"We know." Latvia sighs, rolling his eyes.

"You see he had a shitbag… I mean a child and I thought I should-"

"We know!" Lithuania says not wanting to hear what he already knows.

"I know you do!" Prussia snarls. "But this kid is just like the humans –"

"WE KNOW YOUR FEELINGS ON THE CHILD!" Estonia cuts in. "And we know what you want. We do see into the past-"

"Present." Lithuania chimes in.

"And future." Latvia finishes. "Now may be please speak?" This got attention.

"In eighteen years. The planets will align, in such a wonderful way." Estonia starts, letting Lithuania take over.

"It will be the time to release the Titians!" He exclaims, putting a smile on Prussia's face.

"I'm starting to like this plan." He says, looking over at Italy and France briefly who were both looking at each other, smiling.

"And your beloved brother Austria will fall and answer to you!" Latvia says, getting excited.

"YES! FINALLY!" Prussia shouts, scaring Italy momentarily.

"But there is a catch."Estonia cuts in.

"Oh isn't there always?" He snarls, calming down a bit. "Well what is it?"

"If America rises and fights, you are destined to fail." Lithuania remarks in an almost hushed tone before the three of them pop away.

"If that twerp does WHAT?!" He asks, and looks over at his imps, breathing heavily.

"I believe they said fight," Italy pipes up, hand raised. "But we just have to make it so he doesn't!"

"And the only way he would do that is how?"

"Oh! If we kill him." France says, proud of himself.

"And how do we kill a god my idiotic little minions?"

"Making him mortal?" Italy asks, hesitantly.

"Exactly." Prussia says, smiling darkly.

A/N: It's Cork and Spazzkitty(the author who loves you all more than her socks! And she loves them an awful lot!) We are pleased to bring you the first chapter. Sorry for the wait it's stressful over here in the Cork house hold and Spazzkitty has plenty on fanfics to write to keep you all happy. More will be coming. See you next time!