Me: This is a birthday present for my bestest buddy, TakiOokami! Happy Birthday Julie!
Warning: Rated T! Contains suggestive material, mild language, and other violence!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, belongs to their creator! And my bestest buddy owns Holland in this fic!
"Get back here Italy!" Germany roared, his face red with anger. Feliciano, the damn over active Italian, had made the mistake of cleaning Ludwig's room whilst the blonde soldier was away. And of course, Italy had found the other's stash of...girly mags per se. So, when Ludwig had arrived home, weary and tired like always, he found the cowardly nation trying to burn said mags. So now, the blonde was chasing Feliciano around the town, demanding money for replacements. The brunette nation wailed as he was chased, arms flailing about wildly, jumping over a low stone wall.
"You're going to pay!" Germany shouted, vaulting over the wall and crashing into Italy. The two fell into a heap upon soft, green grass, the larger blonde nation throttling Feliciano with gusto.
"Hey! What're you doing?" A femenine voice cried. The two stopped momentarily, looking up to the speaker simultaneously. It was a woman, twenty or so age wise. She had a tall, willowy figure, curves pronounced by locks of nut brown hair that was captured in a braid. She looked down upon Ludwig and Feliciano with interest with hazel eyes. The strange woman wore a pale yellow dress, low cut and sleeves hanging off her shoulders. A leather corset was cinched around her waist, the dress flowing into a distinctive bell shape from it. Lace lined the edges of the dress, accenuated by a blue bow pinned to the center of her chest and a long strip flowing down the center. The woman carried a shephards hook, adorned with a yellow ribbon.
"Oh my!" the woman exclaimed suddenly, her pale pink lips forming a perfect 'O'.
"Escuse me, but wh-" Ludwig started, his question interrupted by a cry of alarm from the hook bearing woman.
"Get up, get up, get up!" she shoouted, swatting at the German and his Italian counterpart. Feliciano was quick to move away, waving around one of his silly white flags. The blonde german looked down where he had once been when he moved, seeing for the first time the small white lamb he and Italy has accidentally crushed.
"Lamby! It's alright! Mama Holland is here!" the woman dubbed 'Holland' cried, cradling the small creature. She glared daggers at the two other countries. Kudwig suddenly remembered seeing the hook wielding woman before. She often was around Scotland and Wales, Englands fraternal twin sisters. ~No wonder I did not recognize her! She is with those who are usually absent!~ Ludwig thought to himself.
"I am quite sorry frau...Holland right?" Germany asked, rubbing the back of his neck apologetically. A slow, evil smile crossed over Holland's face, resembling that of Wales when the carmel har=ired country was drunk off anything besides vodka.
"Yes yes, you WILL be sorry!" the hook came flying from nowhere to catch Ludwig's neck. The woman pulled him close, so close indeed that the blonde German could smell the aroma of wild grass and n=honey suckle wafting from Holland's cremey skin.
"I will go get Japan-san Doitsu!" Italy screeched, vaulting over the wall and taking off in record time.
"Coward..." Ludwig muttered.
Me: Good, bad, eh? Tell me! And to you Julie, I hope you have an awesome birthday! See yah peoples, don't forget to review!