Hetalia belongs to Himaruya, no material profit is gained from this fic.
This is a compilation of drabbles/ficlets which I've published in AO3 and Tumblr. It spans many AUs as well as canon. You can read each chapter as a stand alone fic. Nesia is my OC that I expanded from Hima's sketch based off Hetalia's personification concept and the actual country Indonesia. Minor adjustments are made for each AU. See chapter title for universe info.
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"Who am I?"
Nesia closed the lid of a banana chips jar she was holding, with one of its contents hanging between her lips. Dark brown eyes blinked and stared at her ceiling fan as the woman pondered. "isn't it obvious?" she asked back, her smile widened to reveal her teeth. "I am Indonesia."
"But…" Nesia put down the jar on the table and sat, one leg automatically perched atop her seat. The other dangled in the air, her chin rested on her raised knee. "Now that you asked it… hm…"
For a moment there was no sound but the chips crushed between her teeth. Nesia finished her third chip before she spoke again, "My mind and my heart are my people. My actions are my government. My body is the islands. These," her left hand held several strands of her hair held by a rubber band, "are my jungles. The mountains my bones, the seas my blood, the muscles are my fertile soil.
"Most of my childhood memories went undocumented, save for the artifacts and lore preserved in the museums. Some are pleasant, some aren't. Perhaps… perhaps I have forgotten their names, despite my attempt to prevent that. Perhaps I do not know anymore what tongue they spoke, what kind of lives they experienced. It's… it's stressing to know that you can't remember your past…" Nesia took a glass of water and drank, her face somber.
In that moment, her animal companion decided to crawl in and laid his large body under her dangling foot. "Though I'm old enough to know that it's natural. Death is natural. All things have an end. I just need to look harder to find what can jolt my memories to my predecessors' pasts. An end doesn't equal to being forgotten." Nesia leaned forward to give her komodo a gentle scratch on his head.
"So, to conclude it," she straightened her back, a smile has returned to her face. "I am the blood and bones of earth, of Nusantara, successor of my countless ancestors, of a thousand kingdoms and culture… yet I am one. The pasts – mine and my predecessors – are unchanged, but the present and the future are mine. Mine to be shaped, mine to be written.
"A thousand names I bear, but I choose to be known as Indonesia among the nations. From 1928 until the world's end."
Indonesia took another banana chip, tilting her head and beaming. "That answers your question?"