This is such a short story. I was bored and had the "One Semester of Spanish, Spanish Love Song" stuck in my head. I made my friend translate it to Swedish, then I used my, very small, knowledge of German to fit it in with these two. Yeah…
I don't own Hetalia, that's it.
Hansi = Kugelmugel
Linus = Ladonia
Hansi smiled up on the bright blue sky above him, admiring the artistic patterns the clouds formed. He had let down his long hair, so light blonde it looked white, so it spilled out on the grass around him. Another boy sat next to him, carefully twirling a strand of the hair around his finger.
"Do you…" he began, blushing lightly. "Do you like music?"
"Hm? Music is art. I like art." leaning on his elbows, Hansi sat up and smiled at his friend. "Why do you ask?"
"Well… I wrote you a song. Do you want to hear it?" Linus nervously bit his lip.
"Sure. I'd love to."
Linus dragged a hand through his bright red hair before shyly beginning the song; "Hallo, Junge. Wie heißt Du? Ich heiße Linus. Ich heiße Linus." braver now, Linus tock Hansi's hand in his own, smiling warmly at him. "Wo bist das Bad? Frohe Geburtstag. Wie viel Uhr ist es? Wie viel Uhr ist es? La da da da!"
At this, Linus got to his feet, dragging Hansi with him, the latter with a confused look on his beautiful face.
"Ich liebe das Bibliotek. Ich wohne in ein rot Hause. Ich habe zwei Fahrrad. Vielen Dank-"
Hansi opened his mouth to ask what Linus was thanking him for, but Linus finger was lightly pressed against his lips to keep him quiet.
"Das sind Nichts. Wie alt bist du? Eine Stunde bitte. It's the one Semester of German, German love song." both boys blushed violently at the confession.
"Linus, I-"
"Meine Mutter sind schön. Ich habe ein weiß Katze. Entschuldigung, Entschuldigung. La da da da!" carefully, Linus spinned Hansi around, enjoying how his hair flew while he spun. "Eins zwei drei vier und fünf. Sechs sieben acht neun zehn." a puzzled look flew across Linus' face. "Nichts remember how to say eleven." he shrugged with a small, tilted smile. "Amadeus Mozart, Apfelstrudel und cinnamon twists. It's the one semester of German, German love song." Hansi was pulled so close their noses touched. "Au revoir."
"Linus…" Hansi smiled at the boy.
"Yes?"
"You know that `au revoir´ is French, right?"
Lame ending is lame. I just had to get it off my head.
