AN: First chapter of the rewrite! Not much of the story has changed or will for now, but hopefully this is much better! Read and review please and thank you, I'd like to hear back on if I've improved!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or anything other than Seraphina(Mecklenburg-Vorpommern OC)

Chapter One: The Start

A younger Ludwig looked down at his new-born sister, his blue eyes narrowed, "She looks like you. She is going to be a trouble maker."

Gilbert shook his hand, laughing, "Bruder, you have to learn to loosen up! I hope our little sister will not be so up-tight."

Ludwig huffed, sticking his nose in the air before turning and stomping, "She had better at least be tidy."

~Twenty Years Later~

Seraphina had grown into a beautiful young woman, long white hair that went down to the back and bright red eyes that just constantly took in her surroundings. She was small, much smaller than either of her siblings. Ludwig was a grown man now, about twenty five in appearances, and had filled out very well. Gilbert had never seemed to age, constantly the old man.

It had been a normal day in Germany's household. Seraphina was doing something in the kitchen that most likely involved making a huge mess. Gilbert was in the living room playing a video game having finally come up from his room to "socialize" with his favorite siblings. And Ludwig was in his study working on some papers. Overall it was going well, until there was a loud crash in the kitchen, followed by a delighted string of laughter from the albino woman in there. She had been making cake, deciding that the icing was the first priority in the process, and there was now pink goo all over the counter, the floor, her white dress, her hair, and even her skin. Seraphina didn't really care at all though and just picked up the bowl and sat it back down on the counter before going over to the ingredients she had already put on the other counter. The small woman grunted as she lifted to bag of flour to pour into the bowl, knowing exactly when to stop and placing it back where it belonged.

By that point Ludwig had already stopped his work and made his way into the kitchen to grab himself a beer and relax for a moment. But his already high stress levels increased as he saw his sister covered in icing and currently beating the flour with a spoon for an unknown reason, she always did things for no reason in his opinion. He stared at her for a moment, before his eyes strayed to the floor where there was a puddle of pink icing on the floor, and he sighed, "...Seraphina. What are you doing?"

"Making a cake, obviously," she replied, glancing over her shoulder and grinning at him, "What are you doing? I see you are not glued to your computer any more!"

"I meant with the mess," he growled, ignoring her comment and going and grabbing a beer, "You had better clean up after yourself this time."

She scoffed, looking back at the flour mixture, "You are not the boss of me. I will do as I please."

Ludwig gripped the bottle tightly, turning on his heel and moving to stand by her, "You will clean up this mess. As long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules. Clean up your mess!" Straightening, Sera turned to look at him, one hand still on the edge of the bowl she was mixing, her eyes narrowing. Ludwig watched her carefully, holding up his other hand, "Seraphina Beilschmidt. You'd be wise to rethink the decision I know that you're about to make." The frown on her lips turned into an almost innocent smile and she gently pushed the bowl off the counter and onto the floor.

A white cloud filled Ludwig's vision and he stood there for a moment in shock. His entire front half was covered in flour and Sera was trying to hold in her laughter, her hand over her mouth. Ludwig's eye started to twitch, followed by his hand shaking, and then finally he yelled, "Go to your room!"

Seraphina blinked at that, then turned and bolted into the living room, going over to Gilbert and throwing her arms around his shoulders, hiding behind him as much as the couch would allow, "Gil! Bruder! Luddy is being very mean to me for no reason! He is trying to get me in trouble!" Pausing his game, the older albino looked at her, confused until Ludwig followed her in, wiping flour off his bright red face, his anger very clear.

"Don't you dare try to tell him lies! Gilbert you know very well how she is!" Ludwig ground out from his clenched teeth, his hands opening and closing as if he was ready to lunge for the girl currently clinging to their eldest brother.

"Gil would know if I was lying! He is awesome and knows exactly how you can be towards me!" Sera hissed back, sticking her tongue out at the blonde when Gilbert turned back to look at him, a pleased smile on his lips.

"I know, schwester, don't worry too much! Just go up to your room, I'll take care of West and keep him calm," Gilbert said, patting Sera's arm and standing up as she scurried off to do just that, sending one last smirk over her shoulder as she skipped up the stairs. Gilbert sighed and patted Ludwig's back, "You need a shower, Lud. Maybe clean up the kitchen first though, ja?"

Ludwig's jaw dropped as Gilbert saved his game and turned it off, heading back down to his room in the basement. Cursing under his breath, the German stomped into the kitchen and grabbed a broom and dust pan, about to get to cleaning when his phone rang. Of course it was the song he despised that Seraphina had set as his ringtone. How she got his phone again without him noticing he would never know. But with Du Hast denn Schonsten Arsch der Welt blaring out of his pocket he had to answer just to get the song out of his head, "Beilschmidt."

"Oh! Privet, Germany," a very familiar, child-like voice answered in return. Ludwig's eyes widened as he wondered why the Russian was calling him, but then he started thinking, ignoring the fact that the other had continued talking, "I was calling to ask you for a favor!"

Ludwig didn't respond for a moment, still lost in thought as the Russian tried to get his attention, until he finally spoke again, "I will listen. If you do a favor for me…."

Ivan smirked as he listened to Ludwig, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the table, "Until next time, Germany." He hung up the phone and twirled it around in his hand slowly before turning it on and smiling at the screen, "Wonderful."