This is a story of the life of Germania, his wife Gaul, Ancient France, and their six children. There's going to be two parts,so be patient. I don't own Hetalia.
Germania sighed as the sun began to go down. It was time to collect his sons from their places of recreation.
He stood from his seat at the cook fire. As he did, Gaul looked up from sharpening a knife.
"Good luck, darling.''
"Thank you, I'll need it. Those six are scattered everyvhere, no doubt."
His wife smiled and sheathed her blade.
"Yes, zhey probably are and all of zhem will be reluctant to return, except-"
The blonde nation was interrupted when, as she was about to predict, a small, blonde boy with a sword entered the hut.
"Mutti, Vatti, I came home at once. Am I the first?"
"Oui, Switzerland. You're the first to arrive home. Help me take care of dinner will you, little one?"
"Ja, Mutti, I'll help."
Germania, smiling slightly, went to find his other five children.
He found his eldest, Prussia, napping face down in a field of grass. The small yellow bird that he never went anywhere without cheeped softly as Germania crouched down beside his child.
"Prussia, Gilbert. It's time to head home, sohn."
"He, ja, Vatti, I know. The awesome I was just about to wake up. Ludwig is at the border with the Roman Empire. He's stalking that girl again."
"Danke."
Germania, with a more prominent smile, watched his eldest son trot off toward the hut. Then, following the sound of a flute's lovely song; went to find Austria and Poland.
The two young boys were sitting in a meadow of the rocky hills nearby. Poland, wearing a girl's longer tunic spun in circles as Austria played a brisk song on his flute.
The two stopped their activities when they saw their father drawing near.
"Ojciec, its, like, time to go home, right?" The blonde boy had an obesession with feminine clothes that Germania couldn't understand. Then again, Germania didn't completely understand the reasons any of his children did what they did.
"Ja, it's time to go home, Feliks. You and Roderich start on vithout me, verstehen?"
"Ja, Vater."
Both boys hurried off toward the hut.
Germania looked up at the traitorous sky. The sun had gone done completely. If he didn't get to the border and back then their was going to be a problem that he might not be able to stop.
Ludwig was indeed at the border. Germania raced over and snatched his son up.
"Vatti, vhat-"
"Ve have to leave now. Do not stay in this area too late again, mien sohn. He is-"
"Germania! Salutem! Quid agis?"
"Verdammen, Rome!"
To be continued
I apologize for incorrect translations; I used Microsoft® Translator for this. *sweat drops*:
Sohn-son, in German
Danke-thank you, in German
Ojciec- father, in Polish
Verstehen- understand, in German
mien sohn- my son, in German
Germania! Salutem! Quid agis- Germania! Greetings! How are you?, in Latin
Verdammen- Damn, in German
