Well, I'm writing a Hetalia story. About Prussia. Fem Prussia. Is something wrong with me?

Technically, I plan on doing several stories on different parts of her life (this one is her childhood and the fall of Germania and Rome), I just don't know if I should compile them all here and have arcs. I'll let you decide.

By the way, I used Google Translate for the Latin. If you know it's wrong, let me know. I want to be correct, but I only speak English fluently.

History Note! READ THIS!: Germania was the name given to the Germanic tribes that settled the area between 500 B.C. and A.D. 100. Let's put this chapter at about... 300 B.C.

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"Father! Father!"

Germania glanced at his children from his place in their kitchen. Prussia had her hand around her little brother's, who had his free thumb in his mouth. Both were dressed in their day clothes, but the little girl's shirt was on backwards.

"I got us dressed, Father, because Lutz was hungry, and you said we can't have breakfast until we're out of our night shirts," the girl said, her German flawless. Her red eyes glittered with the shine of a true troublemaker, and silver hair reached to below her shoulder blades. Her brother's blue eyes were sharp and intelligent, and he shook blond locks from his face every few moments.

Germania knelt and urged his daughter to lift her arms. He was a man of few words even when if came to the little ones, so she understood the unspoken order. She raised both hands, letter her father pull off the shirt, flip it, and put it back on. She looked at the offending piece of clothing.

"That's why it felt wrong," she murmured. "Thank you, Father!"

"Hungry, Gilly," the little boy said around the finger in his mouth. He released her hand and climbed into his chair at the table.

"Gilberta," his sister corrected. "I know I let you call me Gilly, but it's time to learn my full name, Ludwig, okay?"

"You call him 'Lutz,'" Germania rumbled softly, placing the children's plates in front of them. They ate quickly, wanting the day to begin so they could start another adventure.

"Lorem, Germania! Non, est... Hello!"

Gilberta, Germania, and Ludwig turned to the open kitchen window, drawn by the Latin exclamation. The Roman Empire was leaning into the house, grinning widely and waving.

"My children don't know Latin, Rome. Please, try to use German."Germania told him apathetically.

"Hello!" Gilberta burst in brightly. "I'm Prussia! Are you a nation, too?"

"Sic!" Rome replied, just as bright. "I am the Roman Empire! You're such a cute little girl! My grandsons would love you! They aren't much younger than your frater!"

Prussia cocked her head. "'Frater'? What is that?"

"Oh! I apologize. I meant brother."

Gilberta nodded. "Okay, then. Father, can we meet them?"

Germania nodded, saying, "Yes, but not today."

"Okay!" Prussia returned to her food.

Ludwig kept watching the Roman, trying to make sense of him. He wore bright gold armour accented by a scarlet cloak, not anything like the darker, muted colours of the people in their Germanic tribe. He was fascinated.

He was snapped out of his daydream by Gilberta reaching over to steal his breakfast.