A/N: This is a Frankenstein AU. Well... It starts out almost exactly like Frankenstein, but become's a lot different in later chapters.

2. For those of you not familiar with Frankenstein, Frankenstein is the scientist, not the monster.

3. I am many things, but British is not one of them. Therefore I have no idea how they speak, and apologize if everyone sounds American.

4. Lukas = Norway, Mathias = Denmark

Pairings: USUK, implied DenNor.

Might change to M later, I haven't decided if I'm up to writing sexy times yet...

Hetalia belongs to Himaruya, and Frankenstein belongs to the terrifying imagination of Mary Shelly.

Enjoy!

More than Brothers

Prologue: Broken

Lukas watched watched in excitement from his window as the wind hurtled violently left and right. The wind couldn't seem to make up it's mind about which way wanted to go, and instead was throwing a tantrum the likes he'd never seen before. The only sounds that drifted above the the storm were grunts and yells of his men and the deafening crack of ice. The progression of his ship. But none of this bothered Lucas.

They said he was crazy. That nothing of interest could possibly be found so far north. That he and his crew would die in the unforgiving tundra of the Arctic, far before even reaching his goal. And what a goal it was, one that had occupied his every thought and attention for the past six years.

The North Pole.

What kind of wonders could lie in a land that man had never stepped foot in? One could say a new world, that had only been dreamed about until then. A land where the sun never set, but held to the horizon endlessly. A land of eternal sun.

And it wasn't only a goal, oh no. Though he had only known what it is he sought for the past 6 years, Lucas had been preparing for this voyage for his entire life. It was his purpose. What he was meant to do. Why else had he been so enraptured with his uncles books on navigation? He had spent much of his childhood reading through them, never knowing quite what fueled his passion. Until now. It was what was supposed to do. What he was supposed to contribute to society. Fate.

Lucas frowned and looked back at his desk, where a lone letter sat innocently, as it had for the last 4 weeks. Lucas understood, so why couldn't he understand? Because he's an idiot. he thought, frown deepening. Lucas knew what the letter would say, although it remained unopened. The same thing they all said: Where are you? Come home. I love you.

It was also the last letter. They were so far north, no way was available to receive or send mail. Not like Lucas had sent any. Mathias obviously didn't understand his vision, so he wasn't going to waste time trying to make him.

Shrugging on his heavy fur coat, the silver haired captain prepared to go out on deck, but not before some movement caught his eye. Almost obscured by the snow storm, but it soon became clearer. Snow dogs attached to a sled, a man whipping them as if he were fleeing. But this man, if it truly was one, was the largest he had ever seen. Perhaps a native to these lands? It would certainly explain the size and apparent roughness of him. Lucas stepped closer to the window in amazement. The man was a large hulking figure, seven, no eight feet tall at least! A chill that had nothing to do with the weather came upon him. But before the storm again obscured the gigantic man, Lucas made out a long scarf trailing loosely behind him.

Disturbed by the sight, Lukas spent the day warily looking out at the frozen sea. But three hours had not passed before another oddity occurred. A thump sounded at the side of the vessel, one that wasn't caused by breaking ice, and Lukas and all the crew ran to it.

It was another sledge, it's side broken in collision with the ship, and for a second Lukas was afraid it was the not-quite-man that he had seen earlier. But his fears proved unfounded when he saw the man was not savage, but actually European. A mop of messy, blond hair that was wet and half frozen shook, and shocking green eyes looked up at him.

Never in his life had Lukas seen a more broken man. His body lie limp in the sledge, no longer able to move, lips purple with cold. He was thin and discolored from lack of proper nutrition. But the most shocking were his eyes. His eyes, though an incredible color, were dull and lifeless as if there were nothing to live for. Like he didn't care if he lived or died. Lukas was so distracted by the mans' eyes, he didn't notice the crew trying to talk to him.

"Tell him captain, that we would never let a man die on the open sea. He refuses to come aboard!"

Lukas snapped out of his trance. "That's right. Now take my hand, if you can. You'll freeze to death like this."

The man's dead expression did not change, and his voice came out just as emotionless as the rest of him. "Where are you heading?"

"North, as far as we can go."

The man hesitated. "Alright." And extended his hand weakly toward them.

Two days since Arthur Kirkland came aboard the ship and, though he made substantial recovery, had he still refused to say the reason he was hundreds of miles from land alone in the tundra. And frankly, he was getting annoying. Arthur Kirkland was rude, ungrateful, and only concerned with how quickly they were progressing north. Lukas was impatient on his best days, and the Brit was starting to get on his nerves. One could only be considerate for so long.

"You call this tea? It's disgusting. An insult really."

And Lukas was reaching his limit.

"This is a research ship not a cruise liner, that's the best there is," he said, feigning a smile. Well that was a lie. Nicolas barely ever smiled, it was more of a blank expression.

"Hmph."

And now he was beginning to loose his temper.

"You're pleasant. No wonder that giant was running."

A hand shot up and dragged Lukas down by the collar.

"What did you say? Is he here? Did you see him? Answer me dammit."

Those green eyes lit up with an intensity that frightened him. They were eyes capable of anything. But Lukas was very good at containing his emotions.

"We saw a large man in a sledge like yours, just hours before you showed up. But only a glimpse. I was actually hoping you could tell me what the hell that was."

Arthur's eyes softened and his hands dropped to his lap. "I've been wanting to ask. Why are you traveling so far north."

Lukas narrowed his eyes in frustration, but Arthur didn't seem willing to spell any of his secrets. So Lukas told him. Told him of the inescapable drive that led him to the North Pole. The passion with which he pursued his dream. He lost hold of himself, even smiling for a second, as he always did when his favorite subject was mentioned. When he finally finished his tale, he looked down to Arthur to see his reaction, and was surprised when he was met with a look of horror.

"Damn you."

"What? I don't know what your-"

"Damn you! I wanted to take my story to the grave, but then an idiot like you comes and ruins everything!"

"What?" Lukas was torn between anger at the man insulting him and an overwhelming curiosity at the promise of Arthur's story.

The Brit held ran his hand through his golden hair . "You're just like me. Almost exactly the same. Throwing away everything for nothing. Or worse."

"It's not nothing-"

"I know I know. It's important. What a load of rubbish. Now sit down, because this will take some time."

Stunned into silence, Lukas found himself mindlessly pulling up a chair. Wondering how a man could end up racing into the Arctic with nothing but a sledge. Alone.

A/N: End of Prologue YEAH. I've been nerding out about Frankenstein ever since AP Lit. I promise actual chapters will be longer.

Also, for those of you reading my other story, Of Flowers and Powers, I'm about half way through the last chapter. Also, I've learned a valuable lesson from it: Write your chapters in advance. So I have. For More than Brothers.

Updates will be every two weeks at least. Probably sooner than that.

Anyways... tell me what you think! I'd love to hear!

-Mya