Episode 1: Вспоминая

2016

"Niko! No fair, you can't sit on people to get what you want!"

"Yes I can, especially when that person stole my scarf."

"I didn't steal it, you weren't even wearing it!"

"That doesn't mean I wasn't going to wear it."

Anastasia - the girl currently being sat on - gave one final struggle before collapsing in defeat underneath her brother's weight. Nikolas - the boy sitting on her - smiled as the battle was won, snatching the scarf from around his sister's neck.

Then, their mother's voice floated through the air. "I'm sure I don't hear my awesome children fighting."

Both Nikolas and Anastasia froze, and Nikolas jumped up off of his sister suddenly. She took a heaving breath now that the crushing weight on her chest was gone. "Finally! I thought you'd never get off of me!"

As soon as she was up, she darted into the kitchen, where her mother sat, flipping boredly through the comics section of the newspaper. In his lap sat her younger brother, and the youngest of the three children in the house, Evgeniy. He, too, was trying to read the newspaper, but the more complicated Russian words were escaping him.

"Mama! Niko sat on me," Anastasia whined, tugging at Gilbert's shirt. "Punish him!"

"Hey now, you stole my scarf! I think that calls for being sat on." Nikolas trudged in the kitchen after his sister to defend himself. "If anyone should be punished, it's you!"

"No one is getting punished," Gilbert muttered, handing his paper over to Evgeniy, who promptly began making paper planes out of the pages. "Ana, you should know that it's totally unawesome to steal your brother's things."

"He wasn't even wearing it," Anastasia mumbled, crossing her arms.

Before further arguments could break out, Evgeniy's voice piped up, "Mutti? Will you tell us the story about when you and Vati had us?" He smiled innocently, knowing he'd interrupted his siblings' quarrel, and Anastasia stuck her tongue out at him.

Sensing the child's distraction, Gilbert smiled and nodded. "Of course! An awesome story for my awesome children." Nikolas rolled his eyes, and Anastasia groaned.

"But we've heard this story a million times! It's a silly, boring love story," Nikolas said, flicking his wrist. "Mutti and Vati loved each other very much, blah blah blah, then I was born."

"There was more than just blah blah blah in the middle," Gilbert chuckled, turning his chair so that he could more easily see all three of his children. "Did I ever tell you about how mad your Uncle Ludwig was when he found out? Or how he found out?"

Now all of the children seemed intrigued. "He was mad?" Anastasia asked, sitting down on the floor in front of her mother.

"Oh, raging mad!" Gilbert laughed as he remembered it. He hadn't been laughing when it happened, but now he could look back on it and laugh. "I suppose you're old enough to know now. You see, your Vati and I's relationship wasn't always as good as it is now..."

Welp I'm here with another fanfic that probably didn't need to be written. Am I writing it anyway? Yes, because I love my Hetalia fankids.

Some translations and information:

Mutti and Vati are mom and dad in German, respectively. The title of the episode means "Remembering" in Russian.

Nikolas, Anastasia, and Evgeniy are all Russia and Prussia's children.