Note: this takes place during the Problem Child (my fave), so this should be very interesting.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sisters Grimm or Hetalia.
Enjoys!
My dear Ludwig,
Has it been so long since Basil and I met you in Berlin? You make me feel so old sometimes. Since it's been a long time, and the holidays are coming up, would you like to come and visit Ferryport Landing sometime? I regret to inform you that Basil is deceased, but my grandchildren around. Bring as many friends ad you would like, the more the merrier. Write me back with your reply.
Hoping to see you soon-
Relda Grimm
~~~xxx~~~
"Hey, what you got there, Germany?" America asked. The latest world conference had just ended, and America, England, Germany, France, and Italy (Veneziano) were the last ones.
Germany folded up the note and stuck it in his pocket. "Nothing," he mumbled.
France, knowing Germany was hiding something, crossed over and got it. Yes, out of his pocket. In his pants. Skimming it, he smiled. "Ah, a letter from your lover, non?"
"No, you love-obsessed veirdo!" Germany screamed, trying to get Relda's letter out of his pervy, French hands.
"Dude, it's totally all right if you're talking to a girl," America said.
Germany, still trying to reclaim the paper, said, "It is a girl, but it's not like that! I met her and her future husband in Berlin once, and we became correspondents."
"Sure, sure," France said, as if he was unconvinced. He handed the letter to America, urging him to pass it along.
I want to knock him unconscious right now, Germany thought.
England had received the letter next. "So, now you're going to America over the holidays?"
"Oh, man, that's so awesome! Christmas in America is epic!" America said, overly excited, as usual.
Italy disagreed. "Christmas in Italy is better! Why don't you go there, Germany?"
"Where I'm going is not the point! Now, can you all handle yourselves while I'm gone?" Germany asked.
A chorus of 'no's' answered Germany's question.
"Now, wait a second, Germany. Relda said you could bring friends," France reminded him.
"No way in hell I'm bringing you along!" Germany protested.
"But, Germany! I'll miss you too much!" Italy pleaded.
America nodded. "Dude, it's my country. Nice to have someone who knows around, huh?"
France and England also made up excuses to go, like I've never seen America before and I have nowhere to go over the holidays. Rubbing his head, Germany said, "Fine, fine! You can all go! Just shut up!"
America and Italy cheered and ran out of the room. France and England walked out, giving Germany his letter back.
Germany slouched down in an empty seat and re-read the letter, studying his friend's handwriting.
What the hell have I just gotten myself into, Relda?
