Axis Powers Hetalia

A Small Collection Of Nations M
(Pleae read "warning" below before continuing.)

Humanity has made many mechanical and technological advancements, however, sailed into stagnant waters when it came to biological (unless you count weapons but let's not go there). Controversy over cloning made the research and attempt an international faux pas by universal law, but that only covered the copying of human beings not the artificial creation of them. A biological research organization with laboratories all over the world (country of origin with-held) dared to step out and conduct such research creating Hetanoids; artificially created human beings unique to each country the organization had a lab in. Although met with due controversy Hetanoids hit the market, but not before strict laws regarding the sale and ownership of such individuals were established. What kind of life could people created merely to be human pets for those with too much money on their hands hope to have in this beautiful yet ugly world? Can the creation of such beings be considered a new dawn of enlightenment for humanity or a prelude to damnation? This story won't really get into any of those questions as it follows the lives of those living a country home somewhere in northern America.

***WARNING!***
This fan-fiction (if it wasn't obvious already (^_~)) takes place in an alternate universe where Hetalia characters are bought and sold over the internet. While the serious issues alluded to above may not be delved into this story will contain ocs, a bit of fluff, pervert(s?) and various mildly presented but none the less (probably) offensive things. That being said this is not a story suitable for children which does include most teens. Please read with discretion.

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Destiny's End T
It was an expected probability, yet the globe still shook with shock when it happened. The tears he shed behind his smile did little to sooth the pain he kept hidden behind his cheerful facade. Barely scabbed over wounds from the past picked at by the atrocities he bore while singing in the present. A world struggles to survive under the chaos his unbridled fury has thrown it into.