This story is based around a picture I found and is set prior to World War I during the time which Austria and Prussia were constantly at war with one another. Roseline the name my girlfriend gave Nyotalia!Austria, and Lena was one we both liked for Nyotalia!Germany.
Hetalia and all characters belong to the amazing Himaruya Hidekaz and all associated animation studios.
Julchen smirked lightly as the breeze blew her hair around her, her sword had been knock out of hand and too far away for her to reach, so she stared her opponent down. "Go ahead, do it. We both know ya ain't gonna. Yer too weak kill me." She said, challenging the brunette, her garnet eyes fierce and shining proudly; arms spread wide.
Clenching her own sword lightly in her fist, Roseline looked at Julchen, a mix of emotions could clearly be seen in her amethyst eyes. "You... You... I hate you!" The brunette cried out, charging at the arrogant Prussian. However instead of killing the woman, Roseline knocked Julchen to the ground and straddled the woman's waist, sword raised above her head. The smirk on the blond's face never disappeared. Julchen was ready to die.
Born and bred for war, she knew that one day she was going to die in battle. "Do it. Right in the heart." She repeated, locking eyes with Roseline. Thrusting the sword down, Roseline let the blade sink into the ground just to the left of Julchen's head, as large tears rolled her cheeks.
Julchen stared up at the brunette confused. "W-Why..? You had the perfect opportunity…?" The blonde commented as one of Roseline's tears landed on her own cheek.
"D-Du bist ein d-dummkopf…" Roseline choked out, on the verge of sobbing. Julchen's red orbs just shone with confusion. She didn't understand this at all. "W-Why…? W-Why are y-you so w-willing to d-die…?" Roseline asked, shaking her head. "Y-You have L-Lena… und o-others… H-How can y-you just give up so easily…?"
Julchen looked up at her a smiled faintly. "Cause the lil shit knows what she's doin… She's my legacy…" She explained, reaching up to wipe away Roseline's tears with gloved hand. "I aint fit ta be married… I can't do like ya und just marry other ta prove my worth… I need the wars und battles… My death is gonna be in war, at least that's the way I wanna go…"
Roseline just shook her head yet again. "Dummkopf…" The brunette began, pulling away from Julchen's hand as the tears slowed, but continued to roll down her cheeks. "What makes you think you're unfit to be married…? You're… You're…"
"I'm what…? Go ahead und say it. Ya ain't gonna hurt my feelings. I've got thick skin." Julchen said, looking up at Roseline curiously.
Sighing heavily, Roseline sat up and rose to her feet wiping the last of her tears away. "If you don't understand by this point, you never will." She explained, pulling her sword out of the ground and sheathing it, the air of aristocratic superiority retuning to the brunette. Looking Julchen in the eyes once more, she nodded lightly, bid the rival farewell, and then turned her back on the arrogant, uncivilized woman, leaving her to head home.
For those of you who need it:
Du bist ein dummkopf - You are an idiot
Okay, so short one shot was really short. If anyone want the link to the the picture, feel free to ask. I'm debating whether or not to continue it, reviews and thoughts on this subject are greatly appreciated.