***LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE WARNING, will probably never make one this long in future chapters xD plus, you don't need to read it all

*****UPDATE: If you read this before about 2/04/12 (February 4th), then the writing probably had a lot less quality than it does now. I revised it a lot and changed my writing style for the better, because I had initially written this first chapter before summer ended (I'm not the only one who has a dead brain in the summer, right?), and now I'm more than a semester into an AP Language and Composition class (learned a lot!). Even after revising, I'm still not fond of this chapter, but I'm liking the second chapter so far – hopefully it's better!

Have been working a lot on writing lately, so I started a new account with my new style, even though I've been on for years xD didn't feel like deleting my other two accounts because some people fav'd the works on there.

– The following section is about the basis for this story, you can skip to the dashes below it –

This fanfic is loosely based off an rp; I say loosely because I'm changing a lot (There was a TON of crack and I'd like to try and make this a serious story~). I'll try to keep the characters as in-character as possible, sorry if I deviate from that every now and then or miss it completely.

The story will be based mainly around an OTP of mine, TurkeyxGermany~ (will now probably only refer to as Turmany in my commentary); may have other side pairings inferred or acted upon since half of the rp took place in a group where other people had ongoing pairings. Turmany is historically canon- The Ottoman Empire and Turkey have always been allied with Germany in war, and Turkish immigrants have for ages come over to Germany for work, with Berlin having the highest concentration of them (11% of the population is Turkish I think). Berlin is nicknamed 'Little Istanbul' because of this. There is a great trade route between the two counties. The Germans also usually love their cooking from my understanding.

Hopefully I'm not lazy and keep up with the fic.. the first chapter was a gift for my boyfriend for getting me a necklace, but now he's going to trade doujinshi pages he's making for the chapters, since we have both rp'd this pairing for nearly a year and love those two together~ Won't have time to write for a little while though (going to a con in early September as Germany, and school starts right after that), so not sure when the next chapter is coming up.

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Warnings for this chapter: Boy-ish antics and mild language. (And the whole story will use both country names and human names; if you don't know the human name don't panic, because I'll mention the country name eventually and try to give them a description you can guess from. Fitting human names will be given to countries without names so it's not inconsistent)

Disclaimer: No matter how often I may or may not stalk Himaruya, he would never hand over Hetalia to me. Therefore, I do not own it *sigh*

Pairings so far: None

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The rating for this fanfic will change as the chapters progress. Translations for foreign words are at the bottom of the page.

Anyway, on to the reading~!

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Flipping through bills in the middle of the kitchen at a crude, old pine table sits a tall albino male, half conscious from lack of sleep due to many parties he would deny having gone to. Dark bags hang under his eyes and he yawns loudly as he stops at a particularly formal looking letter that's sitting between a ticket for having ran a red light and the electric bill. He pauses in his bill sorting and tosses it at his blond sibling sitting across from him, leaving it to bounce off of the other's chest and land in the breakfast he had been eating. Without even flinching, his brother just stares at the plate now decorated by the small blue envelope. "...Danke, bruder."

The first sibling, not seeming to have felt he did any wrong in that action, simply continues to flip through the rest of the mail, with a short "Yeah- no problem," not even giving the ruined food or soiled letter a side glance.

An exaggerated sigh is the only complaint as the letter is carefully picked up and taken over to the counter, where the other man wipes it down with a paper towel before looking it over. Small, controlled frustration plays across his face, "wonderful.. the writing on the front is blotched out by the grease you soaked the food in."

"Hey, not my fault. You know I can't cook, and yet you insisted I make breakfast. So as a loving brother, I dotted on my younger sibling, obeying his demands and making sure that he had the nutrition he needs..."

"I was busy! And would it kill you to learn how to cook something other than instant ramen?" The white haired brother, having been momentarily caught up in his over-dramatization, pauses before staring at him with a pointed look. "...Stupid question, forget I asked."

A large grin creeps across the other's face, and he laughs in the way that never ceases to irritate his younger brother. "Kesesese, I knew you knew me better. And don't dis' ramen. It knows where you sleep."

The blond gives him a slightly disturbed look, glances over at the pasta cabinet in slight worry, then quietly reclaims his seat at the table. He discards the damaged envelope in his brother's direction and slides the contents of it into his hands, unfolding the untarnished paper that was inside. After a momentary pause, his eyes widen slightly in surprise. "..They don't use my name... ..they address me as Germany."

Having piqued the other's interest, red eyes dart in the direction of the paper, "..you're blind or something, give it here." Without a wait for any sort of agreement, the letter is snatched away and the first few words are scanned over and read aloud, "..To the household of Mr. Germany," he raises an eyebrow, "How the hell did they– who sent this?"

"Well, I'm not exactly sure. Let's just check the envelo- oh, that's right." the younger brother states in false realization, "Your wonderful 'cooking' prevents that." The words are heavily laced with sarcastic enthusiasm, but his sibling takes it as a compliment.

He smiles, not phased in the slightest, "any time, bruder. Any time." He flicks the letter back toward the blond, watching it slide across the table with no less interest than he held before. "Go on then, read it. Tell me what it says."

"..Continuing on with our tour," the German pauses, looking toward him, "on the left you will see an Illiterate Soul. Rare in modern era, the Illiterate Soul hasn't had much contact with books or newspapers, so it evolved by gaining, or rather, lacking, the ability to read for itself. Don't get too close now folks, it may bite.." he taunts, while his brother rolls his eyes and motions for him to get on with it. He picks up the letter and reads it through for a silent minute or two, then continues to skim it over without looking up, as he summarizes it aloud. "The only explanation I can think of is that whoever sent this looked into the database at the United Nations and found out that I'm a country..."

Apathetic about how they found out, the older brother prods him for something more interesting. "..And they want..?"

"To control the nations a little more. They don't want us going into society and perhaps letting it slip that we're countries..." he raises an eyebrow, questioning the words a little, "..who the hell would believe us anyway?"

The other shrugs, "so they plan on doing this how...?"

"By sending us all off to some school... where 'the younger nations shall attend and take courses they would in any regular school.' Apparently older nations have been told ahead of time and have been trained in teaching. ..this sounds like it will become really dysfunctional very quickly. World meetings are barely controlled, there's no way putting us all in the same building for who knows how long is going to work."

"Probably not.." he rests his chin on his propped up arms, then suddenly grins, "sounds like the perfect breeding ground for hilarity, though. Kesese."

His brother ignores the scary thought and keeps rereading it, "...near the bottom it says that you aren't required to attend since 'Prussia is no longer a recognized nation' "

"..."

"I mean it sai-"

"I'm going to a strip club."

The furious looking Prussian stands, and with that, marches out the door to vent his anger on beer and other not so well spent money. Though current sources say that the question on whether or not that money was well spent is up for debate.

That day, Germany learned to not bring his brother's existence as a nation into question.

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"All nations age slow, ja? It isn't just us?"

"That I know of at least.. and what don't I know, kesese." a characteristic arrogant tone rose in his speech.

The other smiles slightly, but soon finds himself in full out laughter in response to his brother's rhetorical question. Which was an answer in itself. His brother sticks his tongue out at him in response."That's so not awesome."

"Whatever you say, bruder." The German nation carefully places another well folded shirt into his suit case, while watching in absolute horror as his brother starts to toss unfolded clothes at random in the general direction of his luggage bag. "Dummkopf! Halten!"

The Prussian smiles in a half-believable innocent fashion, and responds cheerfully. "I'm only helping~"

"If you want to help, help clean the house."

"You and I both know that I'm doing this solely because I'm avoiding that."

"..I guess I should have figured that." the blond removes the messily splayed clothing from the bag and its surrounding area, pushing it to the corner of his bed to be folded later. "...again, about the aging thing- that could be another reason they're putting us all in one school, ja..? So no one else notices that we don't really age normally?"

Germany had been trying to justify going to the school for a month now; his brother, on the other hand, had been trying to talk him out of it for just as long. One could only guess it was because of the "not a recognized nation" commentary. However, in the last few days as the younger brother had begun to pack, he had given up trying to convince him that it was just going to be a horrible place, and instead embraced the fail that was inevitably approaching.

"Whatever floats your boat." As he finishes his annoyed response, the chime of a doorbell echoes through the house. Prussia diverts his attention from his brother's clothes, heads toward the entrance of the bedroom, and announces his exit; to sure the relief of both Germany and his clothing.

He heads downstairs, answering the door to find a bubbly Italian standing on the other side. "Ve~ Ciao, Gilbert!"

"Feli! Come in~ How have you been?" the Prussian smiles toothily, moving aside for the auburn haired man to skip into the house.

Feliciano smiles wider in response, "I've been good! I came to see Ludwig~"

"Always here to see bruder.." Gilbert forges a hurt look, "why not come to talk to the awesome me?"

"I-I'm sorry!" the Italian's grin instantly becomes replaced by a streak of worry, not catching Prussia in the act of being over dramatic. He frantically apologizes, earning a laugh from the taller man.

Prussia ruffles Feliciano's hair, a grin present, "I was just playing, kesese. West is upstairs."

Italy's expression simultaneously switches back to its usual glee as he nods and bounces up the stairs, skipping into the German's room, where Ludwig is still packing. "Doitsu, Doitsu~"

The blond sighs, pausing in his work and turning to the new arrival. "Why do you insist on that name.."

"Ve~ because it sounds less serious than 'Germany'" he straightens his stance and mocks the implied "seriousness" with a salute and as smile-free of a face as he could ever make. "Besides, you call me Italia, so it's sort of fair, right?"

"True enough.."

"Oh!" the smaller man goes back to his normal posture and smile, remembering why he had come. "Germany is going to that school too, sì~?"

"Ja... that's why I'm packing, actually."

"Why are you packing now? The school isn't even open tomorrow, is it?" Feliciano responds in a confused and almost panicked voice.

Germany laughs in response, "It will be in two days."

"Then why now?" He seemed to calm down once he became aware that he didn't need to rush home to pack, but unlike the slow-paced Italian, Ludwig liked to have things done ahead of time.

And not do all of his packing the day before.

Or, even worse, the day of.

Prussia walks back into the room and plops himself onto Germany's bed, on top of the clothing that had been folded while he was downstairs, and answers Italy's question for him. "Because he's a tight ass, duh."

"Gilbert! I just folded those..!" in irritation, the younger sibling lifts him halfway up by his collar and pulls the pile of clothes out from under him. "Great.." he pauses and sighs, rubbing one of his temples to subdue an on-coming headache, "have to refold these again, now."

"But Doitsu..! We should go somewhere with Kiku today! While we still have free time before school~!"

"Ja, West, relax some. You'll be worked up enough as it is once you head off to that prison."

"It's a school, bruder."

Prussia puts on a childish scowl. "'One that doesn't recognize awesome. So I'm not going to recognize it."

Noticing that his brother still held venom for that particular topic, Germany decides to ignore the comment and instead switch his focus back over to Italy. "..So you want to go somewhere today? Where?"

"Ve~" he pauses for a moment in thought, "the lake sounds nice, it's so hot out!"

"Let's do that then. Have you called Kiku about the idea yet?"

"..oops." The short, tanned man hurries out of the room and nearly flies down the stairs, where his voice can be heard again faintly, "going to use your phone, 'k~?"

The blond mumbles something beneath his breath about him always forgetting his cellphone, then speaks up to respond, "That's fine, and check the temperature on the thermometer while you're down there." He turns to his bag again, pulling out a pair of swim trunks.

A few minutes later Feliciano hops back into the room – the German brothers' cordless phone in hand. "Kiku says he can come, but both Turkey and Greece invited him over at the same time and he doesn't want to leave the two of them alone to tear each other to pieces... again. He asked if he could bring them along?"

"They're going to be fighting the whole time.." Ludwig sighs, knowing Kiku would just be stuck between the two quarreling nations alone if he refused to let them join. "Fine, we'll just try and keep them away from each other."

Italy presses the phone back to his ear excitedly, "Doitsu said okay~ sì, sì! We can all meet over here, ciao~" the Italian presses the red button on the phone and hands it to Prussia, who had realized that the floor was safer from his brother's wrath than the bed, and he leaves to go hang it up.

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About half an hour goes by before the door bell rings again. Ludwig heads down the stairs, carefully stepping over Feliciano, who had decided it was a good place to nap. Opening the door, he sees two taller men next to Japan. He nods and greets them, "hallo Kiku, Heracles, Sadık."

Japan gives a small smile, "Sorry we are late, there was.. disagreement about directions."

Greece rolls his eyes, giving a heated stare toward the Turkish man on the other side of the smaller Asian nation. "I told you downtown would be faster."

The other snaps back at the curt remark, "I told you downtown would be faster!" The two glare at each other as all three head inside. Japan sits on the larger of the two couches by the TV as Turkey settles himself on the other. Greece goes over to nap by Italy, noticing that the Italian had the right idea.

Germany makes a mental note to keep that distance between them for the greater good, as it was instantly quieter and felt less tense once they had separated. "..Is everyone ready to head out?"

"Hai, the three of us put our swim shorts on under our clothing before we left."

"The lake sounds great about now.." Sadık yawns, "might wake me up." An idea seems to strike him as he says this, and a slow grin creeps across his face as he looks over at his sleeping Greek enemy.

Another mental note is made to keep an eye on Turkey, but at the same time a contradicting thought shouts to let Sadık toss Heracles into the water for the hilarity of it. The the reality of the chaos that would ensue pushes the fleeting urge away. "Let's go, then. Italia! Wake up!"

Feliciano's eyes shoot open, confusion, and then panic, crossing his face. "Huh? ..What? I-I'm sorry! The heat makes me tired..!"

"You're always tired. Come on, grab your things."

"Ve~ I'm just going to bring my shorts. I'm ready to go~" the Italian bolts upright and tries to head down the stairs, accidentally tripping over Greece in the process, not having seen him. Heracles instantly wakes up and tumbles to the bottom along with Feliciano.

"..and we start the afternoon off gracefully." Ludwig comments with a sigh.

Italy apologizes to Greece and skips over to Germany, clinging to his arm. "Let's go~!"

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The only thing to Ludwig's knowledge that he still had from his father was the car that he had bought him. It wasn't the cheapest car around, but, unfortunately, it wasn't the biggest either. The lot of them were all still tightly packed into the vehicle as the shiny black Camaro pulled into the parking lot; there being only four seats, and five people needing to be seated.

As the car rolls to a stop, everyone mobs into the open air to claim a more comfortable space bubble in as little time as possible. After a few moments of gathering belongings and chatting, all five head over to the lake. Feliciano leads the group and skips to water's edge first, Sadık and Heracles brabbling behind him while Ludwig and Kiku chat about the recent stock market trends and issues of trade between their countries.

After two hours of splashing and diving, the Axis Powers and the Turkish nation shift into more peaceful antics and start tossing around a pine cone, playing some sort of water game, while Greece sleeps comfortably in the sun on dry land – much to Sadık's dismay – out of reach of a tsunami.

Stopping the game for a moment, Germany stretches his arms out behind his back, "warm water really relaxes the muscles.."

Kiku nods, "So it does.. Odd to think the water would seem much warmer if the day wasn't as hot."

Vaguely listening to their conversation and still looking for a way to soak Greece without leaving the water himself, Turkey moves closer to the shore; behind Italy and Germany. "If you enjoy warm water so much maybe you should come to my country more often; Allah knows we have enough hot days."

Germany raises an eyebrow, "if you enjoy your hot weather so much, why do your people always come to my country?" It wasn't meant to sound like a complaint; because it wasn't. They did have great cooking, after all- even though all the immigration may have gotten irritating now and then.

"They feel like it.." Sadık pauses, giving up on targeting Heracles and instead turning to Ludwig, gliding through the water slowly and silently, "a break from warm weather is nice."

"Changes in temperature are good I guEH-!" Ludwig's response is cut short as Sadık flies onto his back and the both of them sink like rocks into the water, the newly created wave soaking both Kiku and Feliciano as they try in vain to move out of the way.

A few moments later they both surface, Germany coughing up a mouth full of water and Turkey laughing hysterically. "Don't need CPR, do ya~?" Sadık jokes, still having a fit of laughter.

Ludwig's face reddens slightly, half out of frustration, "..I'm fine, thanks." He wipes the water out of his eyes and catches a glance of the sky out of the corner of his eye; only now noticing how clear and blue it was. The warm cloudless sky that only Summer could bring. His thoughts drift off, contemplating about what school will bring and what countries he may have to learn to deal with in order to get by, when something pushes him under the water again.

"Never leave your back turned, Luddy~!"

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So, thoughts? Review please, it helps me improve~ suggestions and comments are awesome, I'd especially like to know whether or not you liked it, what specific things you liked or did not like, do you think it was too short, and if you thought they were in-character. Don't be afraid to ask questions either, all are welcome~

Also, for those curious or unaware of the meanings, here are translations for all the foreign language I used (and I'll probably be using a lot of it in the future too if I keep posting):

German:

Danke = Thank you

Bruder = Brother

Dummkopf = Idiot/Stupid/Fool

Halten = Stop

Ja = Yes

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Italian:

Ciao = Hello/Good bye

Sì = Yes

Italia = Italy (People often give this as some sort of nickname Germany and/or Prussia call Italy)

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Japanese:

Doitsu = Germany (People also interpret this as some sort of a nickname Italy calls Germany)

Hai = Yes

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Turkish:

Allah = God

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I think that's all the foreign words I used... Pardon my language~ *shot for pun*