AN: Hi everyone! This is the first actual story I'm uploading on here! This is a short chapter. The main reason is because it's like a prologue.

I did not write this by myself. A bunch of friends and I wrote it together. So don't just review for me. Review for all of us.

First reviewer will get a special one-shot from me! I'm a very picky writer though, so I will pm you the characters I can write and what genre I can write. I'd like to make the gift good.

Please, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Let me check... Nope. My friends and I do not own Hetalia. But then we wouldn't be here then, would we.

England stood on the edge of a large clearing in the middle of a dense forest. A black cloak hid his body and a hood shadowed most of his face. He wore a scowl and his eyes flashed with impatience.

"When is that git, Norway, going to show his face?" he muttered impatiently. He looked towards the center of the clearing. A large circle had been drawn onto the ground. It was cut into 5 sections, each section decorated with complex patterns. It had taken England a long time to make, and with the weather his country always had, it wouldn't last long.

"My apologies, Arthur" a calm voice started. It was at that moment that a figure cloaked in all black had emerged from the surrounding trees. The man in the robes slowly pulled down his hood, revealing himself to be none other than the Norwegian. He had been told to go to this exact location, but he couldn't exactly get from Scandinavia to Britain in two minutes. "But I'm sure you know that I can't exactly teleport here in an instant."

England bit back a retort. He wasn't about to start a fight with the Norwegian when they were working together. England turned his attention back to the circle, sighed, and pulled a small book out from under his cloak. "Do you think this is good enough?" the Englishman asked the Norwegian. "It was pretty hard to get it accurate. I'm not sure if it'll work."

"You tell me. This was your idea, after all." the Norwegian snapped, examining the circle with his monochromatic eyes. Okay, that wasn't completely true, as the two males had spent a considerable amount of time collaborating with each other. The reason why they wanted to do this was still unknown. Was it for the sake of seeing if they could pull it off, or something much more sinister? The Norwegian honestly had no clue. All he knew is that on that night, he and Arthur Kirkland were going to singlehandedly raise the dead.

Arthur opened the book to the page with a drawing of the intricate design. He glanced back and forth between the two circles. "It's as close as it will get..." England muttered and turned the page. "We should hurry. I'm not sure how long the weather will hold up," he said to the Norwegian. "Did you bring the candles and your book?"

"No, I left them in my bathtub." the Norwegian replied sarcastically, pulling out the aforementioned items from underneath his robe. Honestly. He and Arthur had been preparing for this moment for weeks. Months, even. He'd be more brainless than Denmark if he had managed to forget his materials after all of that...if that was possible. Little did the Norwegian realize just what he was getting himself into...

England took the candles and placed them in specific spots around the circle. He lit all the candles with a match. "I know this was my idea, but... Please remind me why we are doing this," Arthur said, looking a little perplexed. Playing with magic is not something one should do. Even his own intentions for doing this were somewhat unclear.

"I...I thought you knew." the Norwegian replied, his tone now slightly concerned. No. They were not doing this for no reason. This was not going to end well. At all. The Norwegian couldn't help but feel worried. There had to be a reason they wanted to do this...he just couldn't remember what it was for. Revenge? Domination? He just couldn't remember...

England frowned. He had been hoping the Norwegian would remind him of his own intentions. What had they been thinking of when they decided they should do this? He sighed and shook his head. "Oh well. I'm sure we had something important in mind when we made the decision." He looked at the words on the page of his book. They seemed so foreign, yet Arthur was familiar with them. He motioned with his hand to Norway that they should start the spell.

The Norwegian merely nodded in agreement before opening up his own spell book. This one had been relatively dusty, considering the fact that he had not touched it in what felt like ages. Then again, it wasn't every day that he was in need of a spell that could or could not raise the dead...the only reason he didn't know if it worked is because nobody had been curious - or stupid - enough before to try it. All he knew is that there was no turning back after this, and that he couldn't back out now.

England and Norway started chanting. "Ah-sa-win-ta-ra-ny-can-nak-ka-ra." The circle began to glow blue and green. The candles flickered and grew brighter. The spell was working, sending energy into the ground. Arthur's eyes were closed. He channeled his energy into the spell. When they finally stopped chanting, England opened his eyes. His emerald green eyes were glowing brightly, along with Norway's eyes. They watched in silence, waiting to see if the spell had worked.

The Norwegian's monochromatic blue eyes seemed to widen in shock as he watched the ground.

A hand, no. An arm.

England gasped in surprise. It had actually worked! But England began to worry. A pang of regret penetrated his feeling of success.

It worked, though. It actually worked.

"...No...No way..." the Nordic male gasped, feeling a severe amount of regret enter his system. He had just broken one of life's single most important rules. 'Once dead, a human can never come back to life.'

Whoops.

This was not going to end well.