Prolologue HetaliaXReader -Invaded

(Your name) couldn't have been... invaded. Took over. You'd lost.

(Your name) ran your fingers trough your (color of hair) hair. Slowly though, one wrong move and they'd catch you. A lump in (your name) throat formed. How could this be happening?

(Your name) ducked behind a bush, holding your breath as a couple of countries made their way close to your hiding place. You couldn't just give up. After everything you'd done it was finally over... but what had you expected anyway? So many countries against one.

"Vhere is she?" A quite voice asked,

"Dude if I knew wouldn't I go there?" This time a much hyper voice talked back.

"Ya but...."

"Let's split up, da?" 

"The awesome me will find her first! Or she'll just come running"

"After she smells my pasta she won't resist hiding anyway!" The country squeaked jumping around.

(Your name) shuffled away quietly away whilst the countries continued on arguing. Maybe you could still get away and get a bit stronger. 

Getting stronger seemed impossible. The other countries had destroyed your country. The beautiful deserts and tropical places. A feeling of homesickness spread across (your name)'s tummy. There had been so much destruction just so that these lousy countries could get their hands on your productions. For so long you had stayed independent fighting back. Then the'd finally joined forces. It hadn't taken too long when Germany had arrived.