Okay, here's how it works. This is a story regarding the history of the 2Ps in Game of Mirrors. Things that were mentioned will be elaborated here, and anything else I could think of is also included here. It will follow no set order, except probably alphabetically of what I had already written. But I'm open to suggestions regarding which character's history you want to know about, or an event mentioned in Game of Mirrors.
And it's an alternate history, so I don't want to know anything about historical inaccuracies. They will mostly focus on the characters, and explanations regarding the 2P world might also be mentioned.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Big Brother Prussia
Prussia frowned when he looked towards all of his brothers. Ever since Holy Roman Empire died, the others grew rowdy, trying to be the ones in charge. He himself wasn't a very… proactive Nation, and doubted that any of the others would even listen to him anyway.
As he was walking through a forest, in the hopes of clearing his head, he stumbled upon a young boy. He had blonde hair and violet eyes, but they appeared dead.
That is, until the boy saw him. Then those eyes grew cold, like ice, and the boy snarled. He withdrew his sword and pointed it at Prussia.
"Who are you?" the boy snarled.
Prussia arched a brow.
"My name is Prussia," he said.
He didn't reach for his sword, since his name alone would usually discourage humans from trying to fight him. However, the boy just gave him a look that demanded more answers.
"I'm a Nation," Prussia clarified.
"So then, you're like me," the boy said.
Prussia cocked his head, regarding the boy. Those violet eyes. They looked familiar…
"Tell me, what is your name," Prussia said.
"I am Germany."
Prussia's eyes widened. The name sounded a lot like his opa's name, Germania.
Could it be…?
"Is your human name Beilschmidt?" Prussia asked.
"Ja," the boy said, sounding confused and lowering his sword. "I am Lutz Beilschmidt."
"I am Gilen Beilschmidt. It would seem that you're a descendent of Germania, just like I am."
"Does that make us brothers?"
"…Ja, I suppose it does."
…
Prussia had taken Germany to his other brothers, and he groaned when he realised that the others were halfway through breaking his house down. He sighed, before he saw Germany walking forward.
"ENOUGH!" the boy shouted, and everyone froze. "IF YOU'RE GOING TO FIGHT, DO IT OUTSIDE! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE THE ONE TO REBUILD THIS. ARE WE CLEAR?"
Prussia rubbed his ear. He was standing next to the boy, and Germany had a surprisingly loud voice.
"Prussia," Hesse said, "who is that?"
"He's a Beilschmidt, like us," Prussia said. "His name is Germany."
The others simply stared at Prussia for a moment, before looking at Germany. The boy had a bored look on his face, but his eyes were as cold as ice, and there was no mistaking his relation to their deceased ancestor.
And all of them recognised that look. It was a look that preceded punishment.
…
Somehow, Germany's upbringing had fallen to him. Prussia was the only one that didn't receive a glare whenever he gained the other's attention.
He had learned that Germany was lazy and pretty much apathic, but he had a sadistic streak that rivalled their own, combined.
It was impressive, actually.
It was during a thunderstorm where he saw another side of Germany.
He had been sleeping, but was awoken when he felt his shoulders being shaken.
"Can I sleep with you?" Germany asked.
It took Prussia a moment to understand what he was asking, at least until a fork of lightning cracked through the sky, illuminating the boy's startled face.
"Sure," Prussia said, as he allowed the boy to climb in his bed. "Gute nacht."
"Gute nacht," Germany said, "bruder."
And this is how Gilen met Lutz.
I'm also not going to add the human names to the same extent as I do in Game of Mirrors, since there's no need to distinguish them from their 1Ps.