Author's note: Okay, so to get this out-of-the-way, this is my first fanfiction on here. Constructive criticism is welcome, as long as it seems more informative than rude. And how this fanfiction will work is, hopefully you all will PM me/Review with the name of a ship you want to see. Not all ships will appear in this, however, since a lot of ships would conflict. This will maybe turn out as a string of sort-of one-shots with a common theme. Oh, and I DON'T OWN HETALIA. OR THE CHARACTERS. Human names used. Future chapters will be longer. Anyways, here is the prologue.
Warnings:None for now, but maybe I'll have some swearing or something in the future.
That's stupid. There is no way you could get all of them together," Francis muttered to Kiku and Elizaveta, watching the countries argue over who should start the meeting. "Hm... It will be a challenge," Eliza sighed, "But we can do this. After all, we all have something that can make this work. Francis, you are the expert in love. Kiku, you are great at sensing the situation, and I, well, I know everyone's secrets." She smirked and looked back at the escalating argument. "They won't ever guess who did it. And then they'll have to admit we are the BEST matchmakers."
Kiku sat back and observed the countries, doing what he did best: sensing the mood and refraining from speaking. He could tell where relationships were beyond repair, where new romances were possible, and some who just did not need or want a partner for now. He sent a quick text, the list of couples, to Elizaveta and Francis, the edges of his mouth quirking up in a small smile as he watched them both check their phones at the same time, from their various seats at the long table. They both nodded subtly, sending back their thoughts, critiquing Kiku's choices. Kiku's phone vibrated in his hand as Elizaveta's reply appeared. 'Although, we should probably leave the younger nations, the micronations, alone. I don't want Vash, Jett, or Arthur for that matter, trying to hunt us down for trying to set up their younger siblings with each other.' Kiku's phone vibrated again as Francis' comment showed up in the conversation. 'Oui, that seems fair. The young ones will be able to experience l'amour on their own, but for now they need to just have time to enjoy being young.' Kiku sent a quick and simple reply;
'We will meet outside after the meeting to plan. If you really believe this will work, that is. We will need to start somewhere, yes?'