Memo: We do not own Hetalia nor any of the characters except any Oc's and tis plot.
Most credit belongs to: BrynhildtheValkryie from Devianart
This is a combined story which was shared between (me)MusicAnimeGirl130: and my new awesome friend BrynhildtheValkryie.
Some of the characters have out of character personality, so sorry... This actually started out as a
dialogue, so you may notice the lack of details in between the speaking. BrynhildtheValkryine is fem!Norway,
and MusicAnimeGirl130: was Prussia.
Brynhild: Fem!Norway
Gilbert: Prussia
Ludwig: Germany
Eirikur: Iceland
Ivan: Russia
Natalia: Belarus
Veneziano: N. Italy
Arthur: UK
Alfred: US
The Monster and the Girl
The nations were going to have a world meeting in Germany, and they all had to stay
in this luxurious 6-star hotel. Since Ludwig said that Brynhild was antisocial and had to room
with someone else other than her brother Eirikur, she had to be paired off with someone else.
Ludwig even said that she was too familiar with the Nordics; Ludwig suggested that she rooms
with a nation close to the Nordics (in geography); Ivan was with Natalia; the Baltics had a
special privilege so all three of them would be in a room; Ludwig was with Veneziano, and
Arthur was with Alfred. That leaves the closest nation (in geography) to the Nordics to be
Prussia. Since they are nations, they get to stay in these fancy huge hotel penthouses/suites
that have a large living room, grand bathroom, a great kitchen, a flatscreen TV, a roomy
wardrobe, efficient shelves, and huge beds.
"Hey! Someone said that I was not AWESOME!" Gilbert whined. "Don't be
offended." Brynhild flashed an obviously small, false smile at him. The Prussian man pouted.
"But I'M THE AWESOME PRUSSIA!" The blonde girl cuffed his head and replied flatly, "Don't
be a little kid. Grow up!" She glared at Gilbert from her bed. "You could be a little kid for a
while though, but I will only allow that once. You know you are rooming with a girl who hates
immaturity at a grown-up age". She let out an exasperated sigh and petted his silver hair,
along with Gilbird. The man blushed. "Gah uh thanks." Brynhild sat down beside Gilbert and
said, "I will make you some cookies. Why? Because I want to test my first cookie cooking
skills... don't take that seriously. That was a joke, and I know it was not funny, but yeah,
don't take it seriously. You were only unawesome when you and Ludwig occupied me…" Her
voice trailed off.
Gilbert broke the silence rather loudly. "Cookies? Finally something that will be
awesome as me! Wait is this your first time making them?" He gave her a shocked look, but
continued, "Well at least it won't suck like Arthur's. HOW WAS I UNAWESOME?" Brynhild
sighed, "I was just scaring you okay? Ja… Don't worry; it is not my first time making them. I
have made them for centuries; the cookies I am making are Norwegian cookies. I don't know
how to make Prussian cookies, so don't get mad at me. I have tried Britain's food... yeah. How
were you unawesome? During World War II, you were the kingdom of Germany-Prussia, and
you guys occupied me... but now you practically merged into Germany, so you are not
unawesome anymore..." She pinched his cheeks with much force.
"You sounded like a child again, Gilbert! Okay, little kid, I am not a touchy-feely type, but I will hug you; since your disappointment seemed genuine..." Brynhild hugged Gilbert briskly and said with irritation,
"There you go. Psht... Feel better now?" Prussia sighed in relief, since the Norwegian said that
he was still awesome. "But I am still more awesome than the West! Ow! Now my cheeks
hurt! Um…" The Prussian man's face turned red. "Thanks for the hug…" His nervousness in
his voice disappeared and he continued loudly and enthusiastically, "No! I want another hug!"
"Okay, little kid. Now be good!" Brynhild pats his head. "No. More. Hugs. Didn't I
say I was not the touchy-feely type? I will hug you later when you are desperate and in need
of comfort..." The Norwegian girl walked into the kitchen and started kneading dough, putting
ingredients in, and a lot of other stuff that Gilbert did not catch. He watched her every single
move; she seemed so careful at everything. Maybe she was a perfectionist? Prussia's
thoughts were interrupted by the clang of the cookie tray hitting the metal platform in the
oven. He looked up and said, "Let us watch some TV until the cookies are ready!"
The news reporter was saying that there was a monster rampaging through Germany,
but Brynhild seemed to have no reaction to that; she just said it was bias. She got up as the
oven made a "ding" sound to inform the baker that the cookies were ready.
"Cookies are
ready!" The girl's voice rang from the kitchen. She takes them out of the oven. "Steaming
hot, buttery and yummy... eat!" The girl takes a cookie and bites it, saying, "It tastes good.
You should try them and give me feedback!"
Prussia shouts, "Finally!" He takes the tray, and yelled, "OW THAT BURNS! OW OW! But-" Tears stream out of his eyes. Despite the pain, he goes back for the cookies. "Hey this is pretty good!" Brynhild cuffs him over the head.
"You are really stupid… take the cookies only! Not the tray! Whoa, your hand is all red! Psht...
Don't cry! Okay! Here is the tissue! Well..." Her voice trails off, and a teeny-tiny blush crept
upon her cheeks.
"Thanks for the compliment! Nobody really said my cooking was good
before. Let me treat your hand though. Ah! There are little bubbles forming! I will get an icy
cold cloth." She runs to washroom, soaks cloth in freezing water, runs out, and wraps
Gilbert's hand in that cloth. "There. You should feel better now. Man up!" A stern look
replaced her softer expression. "Next time, I am NOT going to take care of your burns that
were created out of utter stupidity."
She pats his head and Gilbird tweets in happiness.