Hello! I recently(ish) started wtaching Hetalia, so naturally I have a few little plot bunnies hopping around in my head. This one was pretty quick, and it's just a little one-shot about some of my OTPs and everyone else's reactions finding out about their relationships... •^_^•
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) don't own Hetalia
Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia, known to almost everyone else as the Three Baltic States, walked into the crowded conference room.
"Why did we come?" Latvia asked, trembling.
"Mr Russia told us to," Lithuania said. "And he's scary, so we did as he said."
"Don't you sometimes think it might be better if we left him?" Estonia asked. "I, for one, wouldn't mind joining the Nordics."
"But they don't want you..." Latvia said, and the other blonde glared at him.
"Jeez, Raivis, you don't need to speak so honestly all the time!" Lithuania laughed.
"EVERYONE, SIT DOWN! THE HERO HAS ARRIVED!" A brash voice called from the doorway, and all the nations turned halfheartedly to look, even though they already knew it was America.
The Baltics sighed and sat down.
"Now." Germany stood up, shuffling the papers in his hands. "Russia couldn't be with us today, and his instead sent the Three Baltic States..." He glanced at his sheet. "'...Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia, to represent him."
The others mumbled a collective welcome, except for America, who bolted straight up in his seat.
"Hey, isn't one of you dating Ivan-uh, Russia's sister. Not the one with the big boobs, the psycho one with the bow," he asked.
"Uh, yeah," Estonia replied, all three Baltics blushing as all the other nations in the room turned to look at them.
"I knew it!" A feminine voice called, and the attention swivelled to the door where Ukraine had just entered. "Sorry I'm late, everyone! I knew you liked my sister, Lithuania!"
"Uh, that's not-" Lithuania mumbled, but was cut off by Hungary.
"Now wait a second, Ukraine! He can't be with Belarus - what about Poland?" She said, eyes sparkling as she pictured her OTP.
"What?" Ukraine stopped, looking at Lithuania confusedly. "Are you really with him? Not Natalya?"
"Yeah...we, um, started dating a little while back," the brunette nation replied.
"...oh." Ukraine sat down, but continued to stare at the Baltics with a frown on her face. "That must mean - Latvia! I never imagined you with me sister, I mean, you start shaking whenever my little brother's in the room, and Natalya is even more intense than he is."
"E-eh? S-sorry, Ukraine, but I'm not in a relationship with your sister," he mumbled, staring at the floor.
"Like, totally!" Yet another nation arrived late - this time Poland. "He's, like, dating somebody but it's not Belarus. The amount of times I've had to cover for him..." The blonde nation winked at Latvia, who blushed and looked away again.
"Poland! So glad you could make it!" Hungary's grin was almost feral. "Who's he dating?"
"Switzerland's adorable little sister, Litchy-something!" Hungary looked almost disappointed in his answer.
"Oh, I was hoping it would be someone else...like Estonia or even Switzerland himself. They'd make a pretty good-" She was cut off by the slamming of the door against the wall.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT SOME BRAT DATING MY BABY SISTER?!" Switzerland strode into the room, face furious, and a gun in his hands. Latvia started shaking.
"Big brother! Stop it!" Liechtenstein ran into the room after him, tugging on his sleeve as the man tried to load his gun. "Don't hurt Raivis!"
"Oh, Raivis! So you're on a first name basis with this brat!" Switzerland glared at the other nations assembled in the room. "Where is he?"
"He's, like, right there!" Poland called out helpfully, pointing at a trembling Latvia.
Switzerland deflated. "Oh, it's you. Why'd it have to be you?! I'd be fine with shooting anyone else." His response didn't do much to calm Latvia.
"You know him, Vash?" Liechtenstein asked him.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. He actually RESPECTS the fact that I don't like people crossing my border." The blonde sat down, mumbling about 'damn Italians'.
Liechtenstein smiled at her boyfriend, and took a seat next to him, patting the shivering nation on the arm.
"Now, we can finally get back to-" Germany stood up and started talking in an attempt to get the meeting back on track, but was cut off.
"If Lithuania is with Poland, and Latvia is with Liechtenstein, then that can only mean...Estonia?!" Hungary said, staring incredulously at the blonde.
He cleared his throat and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "I, ahem, yes. I am in a...relationship...with Natalya."
Ukraine squealed. "Aw, that's adorable! I mean, you're the last person I expected to get with her, even Raivis would have been more predictable, but I can totally see it-"
"Katayusha! I had some terrible news!" A familiar Russian accent cut her babbling short as the tall, white-haired nation strode into the room, his scarf flapping behind him. "Fredka told me that our little sister has started dating!"
"Yeah, don't worry, Ivan, she'll be fine," Ukraine reassured him.
"Don't be silly, it's not Natalya I'm worried about! Where is the poor bastard?" His sister stifled a giggle and pointed at Estonia.
"Eduard...I'm sorry. We have been family for so long, I'm sorry that it had to end this way. I'll make sure to give you a proper send off." Russia patted him on the shoulder before walking over to America.
"Fredka! I got your message so I figured I'd drop by. Are you okay with having borscht tonight? You are coming home, right?" He asked, completely oblivious to the other nation's blushing.
Hungary grinned demonically. "You two...eh, I can see that. All that bottled up hate was bound to find an outlet somewhere..." She smirked suggestively at them.
Russia just smiled. "Da," he said, waving at his...boyfriend...on the way out.
Austria fanned his wife, trying to revive her as blood spurted out of her nose. "Oh dear, not again!"
"CAN WE FINALLY GET THIS MEETING BACK ON TRACK?!" Germany yelled, voice returning to normal once the room was silent. "Thank you." He cleared his throat, and prepared to give a report, but was once again interrupted by the door slamming open.
"GOTTVERDAMMT!" He almost screamed. "WHY-"
"Doitsu~" A familiar voice called, instantly turning the blonde man's angry scowl into a smile. Well, what counted as a smile for him anyway.
"Ah, Feliciano. It's just you - come over here, I saved you a seat," he said, fighting the blush that was rising to his cheeks.
"Yay~ You're so good to me, Luddy~" He smiled, walking over dreamily.
"HEY! POTATO BASTARD!" Germany groaned. This Italian he could do without.
"Is that..." Spain said, standing up with a smile. "My little Lovi!"
He pounced on the other nation as he walked through the door, peppering his face with kisses. "Lovi, Lovi, Lovi!" He said gleefully.
"H-hey! You stupid tomato-bastard! Get off me, you saw me less than an hour ago!" Romano tried to shake him off.
"But I missed you, Lovi!" Spain said, still smiling blissfully.
Romano cleared his throat, blushing heavily. "M-me too, now get off, bast-Tonio."
Germany sighed, not even bothering to stand up when he knew he'd be interrupted anyway. "Any more couples like to announce themselves?" He asked sarcastically.
"Whoo, my turn!" A new voice called out, and everyone looked to the back of the room where two previously unnoticed figures were sat. "The awesome me, and almost as awesome Mattie are dating now!" Prussia said with a smirk.
The room filled with whispers, most of them along the lines of 'Mattie? Who's Mattie?'.
"Ah, you mean mon petite Mathieu. That is, Canada, the landmass directly above America, second largest in the world," France joined the conversation.
"Oh, bonjour papa!" Canada spoke up, waving at his adoptive father.
"'Ello, Mathieu. Now if you'll all pay attention, Angleterre et moi have some news we'd like to share with you all!" The long-haired blonde beamed as his short-tempered counterpart glared at him.
"Don't you dare, Frog!" He growled.
"We are going to be married!" He held up his and England's hands, showing matching engagement rings.
Hungary squealed, passing out again almost immediately after her husband had revived her.
"It...it was a rhetorical question..." Germany whispered brokenly. "I just wanted to finish this meeting..."
"Ve~ Ludwig!" His favourite Italian (and the only one he liked) interrupted his depressing chain of thought. "Let's go get some wurst when we're done here!"
"Really?!" He perked up almost immediately. "But...you don't like it that much."
"Ve~ Silly Ludwig! It's not for me, it's for you!" Italy grinned, clinging to his arm.
"Let's go now, then. The meeting is a complete mess anyway," Germany said, before Italy changed his mind.
"Ve~ Right now, Luddy?! You've never skipped work before! How exciting!" The brunette said, grabbing his arm and all but dragging him out of the conference room.
"Hey, Potato bastard!"
"West!"
Identical cries of outrage came from the room as Romano and Prussia pulled their respective boyfriends into the hallway.
"Gil, Tonio, wait for moi!" France called as he tugged an unwilling England into their little group.
"Ve~ How fun! A group date!" Italy said, clapping his hands.
"What?! As if I'd go on a group date with the potato bast-" Romano yelled, stopping as his brother gave him the patented puppy dog eyes. "...fine. Just this once."
"Yeah! The Bad Touch Trio, plus siblings and dates! And I guess dates siblings in Feli's case. Or siblings dates..." Romano slapped his boyfriend in the back of the head as Spain rambled on, and the group walked out of the building.
Meanwhile, back in the conference room...
"Hey, did anyone notice it just got a lot quieter?" America asked.
Okay, so I decided to use both country names and human names in this, but with the idea that only those close to a nation would use their human name i.e. siblings/good friends/partners. The only exception in this case is Spain/Antonio using North Italy/Feliciano's human name, but I figured they've probably known each other for long enough that they would, and either way they're both pretty easygoing nations - not to mention, Romano/Lovino dating Spain/Antonio.
Anyway, for those of you who don't know/can't remember the nations' human names, here's a list plus nicknames (only of the ones featured in this fic, though):
Latvia - Raivis Galante
Lithuania - Toris Laurinaitis
Estonia - Eduard Von Bock
Russia - Ivan Braginski
Belarus - Natalya Arlovskaya
Switzerland - Vash Zwingli
Liechtenstein - Lilli Zwingli
Ukraine - Yekatarina Braginskaya, Katayusha for short
America - Alfred F Jones, Fredka (by Russia)
(North) Italy - Feliciano Vargas, Feli for short (by Spain)
Germany - Ludwig Beilschmidt, Luddy for short (by Italy), West (by Prussia), potato-bastard (by Romano)
Romano (South Italy) - Lovino Vargas, Lovi for short (by Spain)
Spain - Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Tonio for short (by Romano and France)
Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt, Gil for short (by France)
Canada - Matthew Williams, Mattie for short (by Prussia), French spelling Mathieu (by France)
France - Francis Bonnefoy, Frog (by England)
England - Arthur Kirkland, French spelling Angleterre (by France)
Hungary - Elizaveta Herdervary
Austria - Roderich Edelstein
Poland - Feliks Łukasiewicz
Not all of the human names are used in the fic, but I added them on anyway.
Reviews are always welcome. •^_^•