Hi! This is my first story (a multi chapter) and I hope you enjoy. Please comment if you have any suggestions. This is only an introduction, set in a world meeting of course. Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters. Please continue!
Chapter 1
-Another World Meeting-
World Meeting. Afternoon.
Germany sighed, wistfully resigning himself to another long and most likely unproductive World Meeting. What was the point, he reasoned, when all they did was bicker and disagree and probably end up causing more wars than stopping them? But, it was important to get out of the house for a while and interact with other nations, and besides their bosses wouldn't take no as an answer.
Beside him, Italy was lazily doodling on the meeting's agenda and yawning with half exaggeration. Truth be told, Germany was as exhausted as he was, his energy drained from a fruitless attempt to take control and bring order to the constantly bickering countries. He all but gave up on England and France, knowing full well that any word one said would be interrupted by insults and indignation from the other. But today, on this sweltering and hazy summer afternoon, all the nations seemed to be stubbornly grouchy and uncooperative.
To be honest, Germany would much rather be spending the day training in the vast fields back at his place, feeling the fresh summer breeze against his face as a source of refreshment. Heck, he'd rather spend the day lounging on the couch with a good beer while Italy whiled away the hours singing cheerfully as he made ample amounts of pasta. And he knew full well, as Italy sighed miserably during one of the nations' droning speeches-was it Estonia? Lifting his head with effort, he took a glance and saw by the Baltic's slight fidgeting and adjusting his glasses that yes, it was- that Italy, and possibly everyone else in the room, would much rather be experiencing a blissfully oblivious siesta. And yet, here they were, in a barely air-conditioned room full of disinterested nations fanning themselves with papers, only half-listening to speeches while trying not to suffocate in their maddeningly heat trapping formal attire.
In a daze, Germany began fiddling with a toothpick he procured from his (very organized) pocket. Smiling nostalgically, he slipped into a haze of memories from his not-so-distant past, remembering a time several centuries ago as if it were yesterday. Not noticing Italy's stare and Japan's drawing furiously in his secret sketchbook, Germany closed his eyes and allowed himself to travel back in time.
-end of chapter one-
Author's note: Remember this is only a little taste of what's to come! Hope it didn't seem too boring :P Please review and tell me your opinion of this story so far, thanks! :D Anyway, I got inspired by the second episode (I think) of Hetalia: Axis Powers when Germany is talking to a stick XD. So I thought "'where'd he get that stick?!" and so proceeded to write a sort of backstory. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think!
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