Ludmila Bellshmit was sitting on a fluffy chair, next to two of her brothers. They were watching some documental on the Animal Planet about crocodiles. Or alligators. And it didn´t matter, anyway. Each time one of those giant, creepy animals stared at the camera, his brother Gilbert would roar to her and scare her. They were having a really nice time, laughing to the point they sides hurt.

Her other brother, Angelo Santo, was smiling at the scene. He was the elder one, but didn´t really acted like one. After disappearing for such a long time (and having such a young aspect), no one could really blame him.

Suddenly, Ludmila stopped laughing. "It´s he coming soon?" she asked to his older brothers, who just kept staring at her "or should I just wait until tomorrow and go to bed?" None of them knew what to answer. She smiled sadly. "I see. Well, I´ll go to bed then."

She got off the fluffy chair, being careful not to step on the dog that was resting in front of it, and walked toward the step ladder. "Ludmila…" Angelo called her before she went upstairs. "¿Yes?" "Good night" he smiled at her. She smiled back and entered her room.

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Later that night (almost at 11 ´o clock) someone entered the room. Angelo turned only to see his brother´s sad face at the door. "Hello." "Ah, hello, Angelo. Is she still awake?" Angelo just shook his head. "So, she´s asleep…" "As well as Gil. I think you should try to come home earlier. I can see they miss you, especially Ludmila." "I tried to, but Feliciano wouldn´t let me." After a small talk, they both went to bed.

This could seem quite a normal family… but it wasn´t. Because Ludmila Bellshmit was no other than Luxembourg, the little country just next to Germany, who was (of course) Ludwig Bellshmit, and their brothers Gilbert and Angelo were both extinct countries; Prussia and the Holy Roman Empire, respectively.

But since quite a lot time, North Italy had felt a little left apart by Germany, and now he sticked to him everywhere, just like in the Second World War, leaving Gilbert, Angelo and Ludmila even more left apart.

Well, at least, Luxembourg wasn´t alone.

She had four wonderful friends.


Author´s Note: WELL it´s my first fic. EVER. So please be nice.

Yup, I revived the HRE (or, better said, in my theory, he never died in the first place) and named him Angelo Santo.

Now, if I had any mistakes (i wonder how many will they be) please point them out.

Annnddd, this author´s note will be extended later.

With love, Kirbita22.

PD: I´m a Mexican sixth grader girl! Of elementary school! Don´t be too rough about the spelling errors!