Hi, guys! Thanks for reading this, whether you accidentally clicked on this or not... I guess I need to explain some backstory about this fanfic, don't I? So, this fanfic revolves around the "HRE = Germany" headcanon. Since Prussia took care of/raised both HRE and Germany, it would make sense that he would know something about them that no one else did. Maybe he didn't even tell anyone that the two nations were the same person...
Anyway, that's a mini-explanation of this fanfic's plot. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me...
When the young boy walked- no, limped- into the room, it became a little quieter.
Only Bavaria had noticed, though, as the sound of laughing and clinking beer mugs was much louder than usual. Today was Prussia's birthday, or rather, half-birthday. As soon as the nation had entered the meeting room, he had broken out the beer for no good reason, and then, well, this.
Bavaria peered closer at the boy, his eyes widening. As soon as he recognized who it was, he stood up, slammed his (empty) beer mug on the table, and shouted, "Quiet down! I think someone's here!"
No one listened to him, so he lifted his mug a few inches above the table and dropped it, sending a vibration through the thick, mahogany-colored wood. "DO PLEASE SHUT UP, YOU BEER-GUZZLING DUMMKÖPFE!" All the commotion in the room came to a halt. Well, almost all of it, anyway.
"Jeez, Bava... you could have asked a bit more politely," Prussia mocked, rolling his eyes playfully. "Or do you not have the mental capacity to do so?" He ran his hands through his white-blond hair. "What'd you start yelling about, anyway?" As his red eyes scanned the room, he noticed the boy standing next to the door. "Hey, are you one of us nations, or something? Who are you?"
"I'm Holy Rome, a nation. Actually, I'm an empire..." the boy replied in a clipped, tired tone. "or, I used to be, anyway. I'm not so 'holy' anymore, I guess."
Then, he seemed to almost collapse, until Bavaria rushed to lead him over to an empty chair at the table. "Sit down. I don't think you're feeling well, and you're certainly not in a state to be wandering around yourself...". Bavaria could be quite protective and caring at times. It was a rare side of him, one that Prussia usually liked to make fun of.
But Prussia didn't seem to care too much about Bavaria's sudden change of tone, and instead focused his attention on Holy Rome. "Sooo... where'd you come from? Why're you here? Are you hurt or something?"
Noting this last question, Austria sighed, setting down his ever-present cup of coffee. "You really are an idiot. Of course he's hurt! He's limping, for heaven's sake, and there are bandages all over his body! Can your brain not process that correctly?"
Prussia smirked. "Ha, at least I don't suck at battle like you do! I'm too awesome, kesese!"
"Why are you talking about that irrelevant topic, of all things? We have more important matters at hand here!", Bavaria scolded. "Come on, Prussia, be serious for once... oh."
He looked down at Holy Rome, who had fainted during the Germanic brothers' argument.
"You should take him to Hungary," Austria suggested, watching as Bavaria- and Prussia, for some unknown reason- scooped up the unconscious Holy Rome and began to carry him out the meeting-room door.
When Holy Rome woke up, he found two- no, three, faces staring down at him, each displaying a wildly different emotion than the others.
He began to sit up, slowly, and found that he was in a bedroom of sorts, probably in that weird Germanic house he had stumbled into earlier that day.
"No, no, don't sit up!", a female voice whispered. "You fainted..." Her face looked quite worried, and her long brown hair dangled right above Holy Rome's face. It swayed slightly as she talked to him, so he focused his eyes on it. "You should rest, so that you can get better soon!" Why did she look so... familiar?
Whatever.
He shifted and turned in his bed, finally drifting off to sleep again.
"Aww, come on! I didn't get a chance to talk to him!", Prussia complained, lightly jabbing Bavaria with his elbow.
"In case you didn't hear, you sausage-brain, he needs to rest!" Hungary lifted her frying pan and waved it threateningly at the white-haired nation. "I haven't had to use this in a while, but I can, if you force me to!"
"I wanted to ask him stuff, though... like where he came from, and why he's here, and how he got hur-"
"Hey, we should probably leave Hungary alone to take care of Holy Rome. You're certainly not helping, Pru...", Bavaria interrupted. Prussia, of course didn't give a single crap about this comment, and simply ignored it.
"Nah, I'm going to stay until he wakes up," he said, gesturing toward the sleeping boy. "I wanna know more about him-"
"Oh, fine!" Hungary grumbled, exasperated. "I've known Holy Rome for a long time, so I'll tell you what I know about him. But... when I'm done, you guys have to leave!" She glared at Prussia, who smiled smugly at her, completely nonchalant.
"Sounds fine to me."
"Well, fine. Remember when I was married to Austria? Actually, he had a few colonies, I guess, including Holy Rome and Italy- the younger one. We all lived together, so it was really fun."
"Go on," Bavaria prodded when Hungary drifted off into a dreamy silence. He nudged her gently. "If you want Prussia to leave, then you should probably continue the story..." Prussia started to protest to Bavaria's statement, but he stopped when Hungary started to talk again, waving her hands wildly as she went.
"So, Holy Rome- oh, he was so cute back then!- thought that Italy was a girl, so he had a crush on him, and Italy..."
In the midst of his sleep, Holy Rome had heard a name, one that he hadn't heard in a long time.
Italy.
Something about that name stirred deep inside him. Something, what was it? Then he remembered.
Before the war.
Hurried goodbyes.
A deck brush.
And... a kiss?
"So, Holy Rome had to go off to war, and he fought France and a bunch of other nations. I think it was called the Thirty Years' War- anyway, I hadn't heard about him since then, other than the news that he was defeated and pretty hurt. But hey, that's what I know." Hungary looked directly into a pair of piercing red eyes. "You can leave now. We had a deal."
No. Prussia didn't want to leave. He wanted something else.
"Let me take Holy Rome to my house. I'll take care of him."
The scary thing was, he looked dead serious.
(Translation: DUMMKÖPFE = "dumbheads" in German...)
So, did you like it? If you'd like, please review. If you don't want to, it's okay! I'm just happy someone actually read this~ Thank you very much for reading, I'll try to have the next chapter out shortly! :)))