Author's Note: I'm feeling in kind of an angsty mood right now, and I've always wanted to write a story about the moon. So here you go. This is just a prologue, though, so if the title confuses you, the next chapter should clear things up.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. In fact, I'm positive that no on Fanfiction owns the shows/books/games/etc. that they write for. Just wanted to put that out there.

Wherever there are humans, there is a nation representative. It is a fact that all nations know. No one knows why, exactly, this is the case, but everyone accepts it as the truth. All the nations still remember the ones who were there before them, the ones who raised them, the ones who taught them to be the nations they have become, the ones who eventually died or moved aside and gave them the world.

America, Canada, Cuba, and the rest of North and South America can still recall the kind face of Native America, the representative of the new world before the Europeans arrived. The Germanic nations still remember their Vati Germania. Italy, Romano, and the other Mediterranean nations are sometimes visited by Grandpa Rome. Egypt still has relics given to him by his mother, Ancient Egypt. The same is true for Greece and Ancient Greece. England and his family had Britannia, France had Marianne, and Russia had Mother Russia. Even China, the oldest nation still alive, had a mentor, Ancient Asia, the original representation of the lands and the people that were to become the Far East.

Yes, wherever a human has been ,there is a nation representative.

Wherever there are humans, there is a nation representative.

It is always true.

Always.

Every nation has a tie to their people, and their land. They cannot bear to be away from either for long. It would rip them apart from inside, tearing into their sanity, destroying their minds. It would kill them, and their people would be left without the guidance of their nation.

That was why England had to leave America when the nation was only a colony, even though he was begged not to. That was why Spain let Romano go home for a visit, even though he was worried sick for the young almost-nation. That was why Finland and Sweden eventually left Denmark's house, why the Baltics, Ukraine, even Belarus, with her obsession with her brother, left Russia behind. That was why Japan betrayed and left China, and why Hong Kong returned to him after a century of being under England's rule. It is why, even though they are always alone, forever doomed to be the only one of their kind in their land, that they still live in their homes.

Yes, the nations love their land, their people.

They will sacrifice everything for them.

They will do anything to return to them.

Anything.

Author's Note: I really shouldn't be writing this right now... I have a July 1st/4th story I have to finish (I'm sure you can all guess what it's about) and my other story, Canada Conquers the World, that I should probably work on... Nerp, whatever.