Yea this is my first hetalia fan fic and im pretty nervous, like really nervous, I just hope you liked it. I guess I will keep on going with this little story, but really tell me what you think, please

now lets began shall we~


Come on lets fall in love with each other~

I sat one feet away from the supposedly most awesome person in the world that lived and still lives. I looked him into the eyes. His eyes always seemed to scare me for some reason, maybe its because his eyes were a deep crimson shade, but for some other odd reason the eyes his eyes were beautiful very, very beautiful. I saw as he watched me carefully taking small sips of this coffee. After a while the silence became deadly and dangerous. He sighed and began to speak.

"ok, I see that you are in need of my awesome help, but for what?"

"w-well you see no one and I mean no one seems to remember me and now its just driving me insane I want someone to noticed me!" my voice came out in a loud manner. "i-im sorry for yelling, Prussia" I told him softly he grinned and began to laugh.

"you weren't yelling you were talking in a normal human voice, Canada" Prussia replied and then he nodded "ja, I'll help the other blasted nations notice you, but you do know that I notice you right?"

"Of course I know that, why do you think I came to you for help?" the Canadian said in a high voice. Prussia glared at him for a second then he smirked the next second later. "I have just the plan but you have to promise to go through with it deal" the Prussian told him as he leaned his hand over.

I looked at his hand then back at him. His red eyes showed this mischievous glint to them. I didn't know what happened after I looked into his eyes. They pulled me when I looked down my hand was shaking his. I let out a high squeak and pulled away, I could feel the blood rising to my face. He ginned at me , "well alright birdie I will help you, and remember you must do as I say we made a deal" I could hear he was holding back some laughter. I nodded shakily. The Prussian got to his feet he put some money out and walked right out of the café, not daring to look back.

For like the tenth time I sighed and whispered to myself "what have I done" I put my head in my hands and slide down my chair.

what the hell have I done…


disclaimer: I don't own hetalia or Canada or Prussian or other charters that will come into place in later chapters thank you bye