Ahh it is done! I wanted to make a Hetalia Fanfiction for some time now, but I never got the nerve to do so… This is the story about a simple Coffee girl that has to live with our favourite freaky nations! I warn you I haven't seen Hetalia completely (To be honest I'm at episode 22 –first season- ) So I don't know everything, and to make it worse I don't have a Beta…. If you would like to be my beta please let me know!
This is the first and I promise the only short chapter! I just wanted to start the story. The second chapter will be up as soon as possible! Its summer vacation right now anyway so I have plenty of time to write!
English isn't my first language, Dutch is. So I have quite a lot trouble writing in English. But I don't mind :D….
I feel like all the characters are completely ooc, I couldn't help it! I tried to make them more like they are supposed to be, but for some reason they turned out this way.. But oh what ever!
I don't own a thing! I only own the coffee girl!
"I said no! Its the most absurd idea I have ever heard!" England looked at America. "Why? It's a GREAT idea!" The 'hero' stuffed another hamburger into his mouth.
"Its NOT a great idea! Why would we pay for a giant shield around the earth?" England rolled his eyes.
"Because it will protect the earth!" and this is step 1 for disaster and everyone knows it…
"And How do you want to place it AROUND the earth?"
"Well I'm the hero I will find a way.."
"Idiot"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT"
"Ah mon chéris, no fighting" And then France got involved this is step 2 for disaster.
"Shup up you frog!"
At the other side of the room, far away from the usual fighting Russia looked at the nations. He smiled lightly. Like always, everything was fine and perfect. "Russia" someone pulled him gently to his winter coat. It was Canada. "Look, this is going to be fun" He smiled softly and pointed to the door of the room. The door was slightly opened and there was a girl peeking inside.
"You three SHUT UP" German jelled slamming his fist on the table. The three fighting nations looked up. "Ah? What is wrong German?" France asked wrapping his arms around the neck of the strong built nation. And there we have step 3 for disaster. Stir it a bit and there you go! Disaster on a plate. "YOU GET YOUR HANDS OF ME!" German jelled and his voice rose an octave, to be honest it sounded quite cute. "Doitsu don't be so mean" France whispered into his ear and his hand floated down slowly. "Damn France were are you putting your hand!"
"On your ass of course mon amour" He hissed.
At that moment the girl behind the door giggled. Everyone turned there heads to look were the sound came from. The girl turned bright red. "AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" German Jelled, almost as red as the girl. (France was still holding him and he had started to lick his neck softly)
It was silence for a couple of minutes and then the girl spoke softly.
"I'm Violet, the coffee girl" She smiled brightly and she stepped into the room. "Who wants some coffee?" She lifted the coffeepot up high above her head. And for some strange reason everyone liked the coffee girl from that day on.
Please tell me what you think ;) So I can learn!