Sup guys! This is my first fan fiction, so please do not be harsh. So without further a due, please enjoy!
I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters! Though I really wish I did!
A young woman with long, wavey, brown hair sat at a wooden table with a knife in one hand and an apple in the other. Across from her sat a very young boy with redish-brown hair completing a small puzzel that was supposed to make the scene of a crudely drawn sparrow. The two both wore pale green dresses and white aprons, with a white bandana to match. Each had a smile on their face. Hungary and Italy were making apple pie today, though Hungary insisted that she cut up that apples so that little Italy wouldn't hurt himself. The two had spent most of the day cleaning the large masion that they resided in. Hungary did most of the work, though she did not mind at all. Little Italy was like a younger brother to her and she loved to make him smile.
In another part of the mansion, a young man with dark hair sat at a grand piano and played it with such skill. His eyes were closed and he swayed softly to the notes. Music papers were scattered all over the top of the piano. A porcline tea cup sat on a small wooden side table that was very well crafted. As he came to the end of his playing, his indigo eyes opened and he stood from the piano bench. Austria strode over to the tea cup and sipped the dark liquid. Perfect as always. He thought to himself. Hungary had just brought it into him a couple minutes ago.
Hungary reached for the last red apple in the wicker basket. Italy had finished his puzzel and was at the woman's side, watching intently as she peeled the skin off of the fruit. After the apple was bare, Hungary sliced into it's soft flesh with the small knife. She cut the apple into eighths and placed them into the pie crust with the rest of them. Italy rushed over to the cupboard to grab the small tin of cinnamon and handed it to Hungary. With a small teaspoon, the brunette sprinkled on the brown powder. Italy climbed up onto one of the chairs so that he could apply the top layer of pie crust. He put it on a little sideways, so Hungary fixed it. Picking up the pie tin, she carfully placed it on an iron rack in the kitchen harth. "Alright Ita-chan, it will take about an hour to be baked right. So while we wait, let's go stalk up on apples for the next time." She said in a cheerful tone. "Okay Hungary-chan!" Italy said excitedly. The small boy rushed out the door, dragging behind him the wicker basket. Hungary laughed a little and followed him to the orchard.
Austria stared out one of the large windows in his piano room. A tea cup in hand and a serious expression on his face. He looked out at the gardens that surrounded his estate. Another servant was sweeping the floors in the piano room, careful not to disturb the master. "Where is Hungary-san?" He asked the man who jumped a little at the sudden breaking of silence. "Sh-she and Ita-chan were making pies in the kitchen last I saw. She's probably gone with Ita-chan to the garden to get more apples." The servant stated. The man was still unsure of Italy's gender, thou he assumed that he was a she. Austria nodded. He was fine with the young woman being outside the house, just as long as she did not venture past his borders. Hungary was his, and he wouldn't let anybody take her away. Astria left the room abruptly, leaving a slightly confused servant to carry on with his duties. The dark haired man swiftly walked to his study. As much as he enjoyed the company of his beloved piano, he wished to be alone. No one was allowed in the study. Not even to clean. Being that, it was a fairly dusty room. Austria sat down at his finely made desk and rested his head in his hands to think. He loved Hungary. She was pretty, intelligent, indipendant, caring, the list goes on. Austria was glad that he had taken her away from that horrid Prussia. For a long time, Hungary had been a tom-boy. She was a wild girl who carved the thrill of battle. Her and Prussia fought each other and along side one another. They had formed a fried ship out of bloodlust. Austria ended that when he had her come work for him. He was dead set on turning her from this amazon warrior to a proper young lady. So far he had done well. It was difficult in the begining. She had been so wild and strong for such a long time, that Hungary didn't even use a fork. She would stab her meat with her knife and rip it off with her teeth. That was the first thing that he dealt with.
Austria kept thinking of all the times that he had been with Hungary. After he had finally got her to wear a dress, which was no small feat, Holy Roman Empire had desided to have them take care of Italy while he went off to become a country himself. Austria wasn't to pleased with this, but he changed his mind when he saw Hungary's re-action to it. She took it upon herself to care for the little boy and took on the role of older sister. Austria figured that this must be God finally helping him turn Hungary into a lady. The woman spent what ever time that she wasn't cleaning with Italy. She would sing to him, bake different pastries, and play with him in the garden. At night if Italy was scared, she would confort him until he was fast asleep.
Although Austria was glad that Hungary was finally a lady, he did take into account that she would become far weaker now that she was out of the thresh hold of fighting. That would make her an easy target for rival countries. Austria had seen the way that his guests had watched her. War was a dangerous thing. He knew that Prussia had developed feelings for her and that Russia had been poking around. He still had trust in Germany who only saw Hungary as an aquaintance or a friend. But his main concern was of a far more powerful country, Turkey. He had eyes for the youg brunette. Austria had done his best to make sure that Hungary was safe, although he did come across as being a bit cruel at times. He wanted to protect her as best that he could, though it was hard. Austria did how ever know that he could trust some of the countries that were under Turkey's rule. Greece hated the man and would do anything to spite him, so Austria had faith in the cat-lover.
Okay guys, that is it for now! Please review and tell me what you think! If you have any idea's please tell me! Other then that I hoped you liked it and that I can get Chapter two out as well.