So, thanks animaniac-aizel012 for reviewing again! I don't know why people don't review either. Anyways, more flashbacks. For Ivan, Yao, and Francis. So it might be long. I have to use the other Laptop, Which DOESN'T HAVE WORD (OMG) and am currently using a "Word Processor" which doesn't tell me how many words the story is so… anyways.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Lost Heroes or Hetalia

Ivan Braginski

Ivan dragged Ludwig into his cabin and set him down onto Joseph's bunk, but the camper didn't complain. Nobody ever complained to Ivan, the head counselor. The ones who did disappeared, which led to everyone being terrified of him. Ivan turned and put on his typical creepy grin.

"Comrades, this is our Roman Cousin Ludwig. Ludwig, these are your Greek Cousins. You be friends, da?" The campers hurriedly nodded. Ivan grinned and left to go find Yao. Yao understood him, she was nice. Ivan sighed and remembered life back in Russia, where it was normal.

Young Ivan Braginski

"Come on Vanya! Let's make another snowman!" Ivan giggled as he allowed his younger sister Natalya drag him out to the front yard. They worked together to make the bottom and middle parts of the snowman. But the head was too high up for them to reach. Natalya giggled and ran inside to get their big sister, Katyusha.

"KAT! We need you to help put the head on the snowman!" Ivan sighed and sat down on the snow. It was always snowing, and Ivan loved it. But, he hated how it kept sunflowers from blooming. He'd loved sunflowers ever since a salesman from China and his daughter came on vacation and brought sunflowers. He hadn't had any money at the time, but the daughter gave him one for free. She was pretty, had long black hair she sometimes put up in buns and had on a typical red Chinese dress when she was inside. She was very cute. He still loved her. Ivan was still in his thoughts when a strange man with blonde hair walked up and pushed over the snowman. The middle fell on top of Ivan's legs, trapping him. Ivan cried out.

"Why did you do that? Who are you?" He shouted. The man laughed.

"My name is Slovakia, and it is simple." He leaned down to Ivan's height.

"I'm here to kill you." Ivan paled as the man laughed.

"SLOVAKIA! Don't frighten him like that! You know very well Boss said to capture him alive!" A young girl walked out, maybe age 15. She had short cut blonde hair and a blue winter coat on over jeans.

"Vanya? Did something happen? We heard noise…" Katyusha trailed off as she and Natalya walked out onto the scene.

"Get. Away. From. Vanya!" Natalya glared at the man. The man actually looked frightened and backed away. Katyusha ran over and pushed the snowball off of Ivan's legs, which were only slightly numb. He stood up and ran behind Katyusha. The girl scowled.

"Slovakia, it is a little girl. Just go get the boy, kill the girls." She started walking towards Ivan, pulling out a gun. Slovakia did the same. Natalya actually backed off, and Katyusha was being as protective as usual. It was when the girl aimed the gun at Katyusha that Natalya acted.

"NO!" She screamed and pointed at the girl. The girl was shot back by a sudden giant burst of win. Natalya was looking at her hands in shock when the man, frightened, lifted the gun and aimed it at her. Katyusha ran over and shoved the man, knocking him into the snowman. Natalya quickly shot a burst of air at him and he too was knocked out. Katyusha ran over, grabbed her siblings arms, and started running through the forest that surrounds their house. She pulled them into an empty field and stopped.

"Why did you stop?" Ivan screamed. Katyusha shushed him.

"I feel something so shush!" A few minutes later, flying horses came down from the sky.

"Daughter of Iris, you called us. You and your siblings will be safe if you come with us to America." Katyusha nodded and climbed onto the back of one of the horses. Ivan and Natalya climbed onto the other two. They flew off, and headed towards America. Specifically, Camp Half-Blood.

Ivan Braginski

"IVAN! It's lights out, time for bed." Ivan was snapped out of his thoughts by Ludwig. He turned smiling.

"Da, I'm coming." He reentered the cabin, forgetting about finding Yao, and went to sleep, ready for the quest tomorrow.

Yao Wang

Yao slept peacefully, until the vision. Apparently some god wanted to torture her because the vision was of her family. The day she came to camp. Her past. The Past she tried so hard to hide.

Young Yao Wang

Yao giggled as she sat in the car. It was time to play the game. Her dad, Ly, came back to the car, only to find it locked. He had left the keys inside so Yao could listen to music and have the a/c on. Her dad grinned.

"Yao, open the door." Yao shook her head and giggled again. Her dad turned around, and when he turned back, his face was pale and scared.

"YAO! Open the door NOW!" Yao shook her head, thinking this was a new part of the game.

"YAO! NOW! PLEASE!" Yao pretended to ignore him. All of the sudden, her dad screamed and a gurgling noise was heard.

"Ba?" Yao looked out the window and screamed. Her dad was laying against the car, glasses broken on his face. There was blood everywhere. Blood staining from where her dad slid down the car door. Blood spattered across the asphalt. She saw the person behind this. A man with a golden sword. He had a scar across his eye and black hair. He had red eyes and smirked at her.

"This is what happens to those who mess with the shadows. Remember this Yao Wang. Remember this when you face us in battle." Yao stared in shock when he vanished. The police soon came and questioned her, but didn't believe her story. They thought it was just a murder and 10 years later, they closed the case. Yao never saw that man again.

Yao Wang

Yao woke up, sweating and shivering. Why did that come back up? Her father's death… it was all her fault. Yao leaned back in bed, and slowly cried herself to sleep.

Francis Bonnefoy

Francis laid in bed, thinking. He really didn't want to go on a quest. Ok, so he was from France. So what? He didn't want to die, he was only 17! Wasn't Stable duty enough punishment. Francis groaned and turned onto his pillow. Unfortunately, sleep soon arrived to take him away. Back to France and his family.

Young Francis Bonnefoy

"You Bitch! You Fucking BITCH!" Francis flinched as screams and crashes were heard from downstairs. His dad had been drinking, yet again. Ever since his mom left, his dad began drinking. His older sister was his half-sister in reality, her mom died after she was born and when HIS mom left, it was too much for their dad. His sister, Monika, had glasses, long brown hair, and was often the victim of their dad's abuse. She was the only female in the house. Francis was forbidden to interfere or even interact with their father when he was drunk, because it usually ended in bleeding or broken bones. They couldn't call social services because they'd be separated. Monika was 17 though, one more year and she was a legal adult. She was going to leave their dad with Francis. Francis flinched as more screaming was heard and paled when a sickening thud followed. Francis stood up and turned, terrified as his door slowly creaked open. His dad entered, holding a bloody baseball bat. He was grinning evilly. Francis backed away, fear obvious in his eyes.

"Hey Franny! How about you and your old man play baseball? Monika was too weak to play, so why don't you and me play?" Francis started shaking. His dad charged and Francis took instinct, rolling to the side and running out the door. He froze when he reached the bottom of the stairs. It was a bloody mess. He nearly puked when he found Monika, her head bashed in, in the kitchen. He felt the salty tears running down his face as he ran out the back door. His dad followed him. Suddenly, a woman appeared. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and a long, sleeveless pink dress on. She frowned at the drunk man.

"Nick. I thought you were better than this." The woman waved her hand and the man became sober. He dropped the baseball bat and stared at the woman.

"You… you came back… I missed you so much." He made a move to run toward her when she raised a hand and stopped him. Her pink eyes were glaring at him.

"You killed your own daughter. You threatened our son. You are too dangerous to be here." Nick paled.

"No, Don't do this!" The woman softened and actually looked sad.

"I have too… Daddy's orders." The man screamed as the woman started glowing. Francis covered his eyes.

"APHRODITE WHY?" He heard his dad scream. When the glow died down and Francis could open his eyes, the woman was gone and his dad's body was smoking. Francis fell to his knees and started crying. He knew the police would come and arrest him, the only living member of the family left. He heard a soft voice.

"Son, Francis, I will send you to Camp Half-Blood. You will be safe there. You can live peacefully and make friends. But be warned, You will be called to action someday, and you must go. It is your destiny, decreed by the Fates themselves." Francis felt a warm glow, and then fell unconscious. He woke up at Camp Half-Blood, lying in the Infirmary at the Big House.

Francis Bonnefoy

He sighed as he got up. It was morning and time to get ready. His bag was packed already, and he headed out. Everyone was going to meet at the Big House. They agreed to head to Berlin, Germany and to the closed-down museum. He was dreading every moment of it. But, his mom warned him for this day. He only wished that his mom warned him for what was going to happen.

YAY! FLASHBACKS OVER! Jk, Antonio still hasn't go and neither has Alfred or Madeline, who's backflash will be on the ride to Berlin. PLEASE REVIEW! I don't know If I should continue if only ONE awesome person is reading it (YOU ARE AWESOME!)

Joseph- Joseph Stalin (there weren't any names left) was the leader of Russia during WW2 HE WAS A COMMUNIST!

Vanya- A nickname for Ivan

Slovakia- The man part of Czechoslovakia.

Chzecha AKA the girl- the young girl part of Czechoslovakia

Ly- Nottaway (PS the story for Yao was actually based off a Urban Legend, except instead of man with gold sword, it was a killer with a hook)

Ba- Dad-Chinese

Monika- Monaco

Nick- NYOMonaco

Yes, I gave Francis a sad backstory.