Hello there fellow Hetalian!
Welcome to my story! This is my first Hetalia fanfic so sorry if some of the characters seem a little occ.
Alright, Disclaimer, I do not own Hetalia I just own this fanfic and some of the characters.
So without further ado, the fanfic, I hope you like.

I sat there at the desk, with two German soldiers in front of me, waiting for the SS officer to walk through the door, and decide my fate.
would I be killed? Set free? Or sent to a concentration camp to die there?
I closed my eyes knowing that whatever he was going to say, it wasn't going to be good.
I opened them as i heard footsteps walking down the hall, and as i lifted my head the door knob turned.

-Three months earlier-

I opened my eyes as the sun glared down on me from my window.
I quickly closed them again and turned on my side when the sun bore into them making me see yellow spots.
I opened them again and sat up, grabbed my glasses from my night stand and put them on.

I looked towards my mirror and saw how much of a mess I was from the restless sleep i had last night.

My platinum blonde hair was frizzed to no end, my eyes had bags under them making the ice blue of my eyes stand out even more, and my skin was oily making the small amount of freckles i had look even darker.
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair to try and tame the frizz.
Once my hair was somewhat flat, i stood up and made my way downstairs.
As i entered the kitchen i heard the ruffle of cloth coming from the open window, meaning that my mom was outside.
As I looked towards the cupboards to start breakfast, a knock came from the front door.
I looked down the hallway and glared at the door.

Doesn't the person at the door know it's too early for this!?

I walked down the hallway to the door, glaring the entire way down.
I opened the door ready to yell at whoever was there that it was too early.
What i didn't expect was the mayor of my town to be standing.

"Ah, good morning Reagan"

"G-good morning"

"Your mother wouldn't happen to be hear would she"?

"Ya, she's in the backyard, let me go get her, you can come in if you want".

"Why thank you Reagan"

"Ya...No problem"

I nodded to myself a couple times, turned, walked down the hall, into the kitchen, and out the back door.

"Mom!"

"Over here!"

I looked to my left and saw my mom walk out from behind some blankets.

"Did you need something sweetie."

"Uh, ya... the mayor is actually here to see you"

"The mayor? He usually never makes a house call without sending a message first"

I shrugged at her and started to walk back inside, my mom following behind me.
We entered the kitchen and I was about the follow her down the hall when she turned to me.

"Why don't you make some breakfast, I won't be long."

"Okaaaay?"

I narrowed my eyes as suspicion grew through me.
She nodded at me and turned to walk down the hall.
I peered around the corner to see her turn into the living room.
I quietly walked down the hall and stopped at the living room archway

"You usually never make a house call without sending a message first."

"Yes well, I had to get here as soon as possible, I have some information I need to tell you."

"About what?"

I heard the mayor sigh and it took everything in me to not look and see what they were doing.

"It's about Reagan."

My eyes widened, I haven't done anything have I? No, I know I haven't, so what information did he have about me?

"Reagan?! And what information would you have about her?"

My question exactly.

"You know those DNA test that were required by law to be taken?"

My eyes narrowed as he said that.

"Yes. What about them?"

"Reagan's came in, and her results were kinda interesting."

My eyes narrowed even more.

"Like what?"

"Reagan's DNA didn't match up to yours"

My eyes widened as much as I think they could.
My DNA didn't WHAT!What does he mean i don't have mom's DNA?

My mom silently gasped and asked what he meant.

"Exactly what I said, Reagan does not have your DNA, or her fathers. Do you remember the day you gave birth to her?"

"Of course i remember the day i gave birth to her! It was...wait...I didn't give birth to her."

My mouth dropped open in a silent what.

"God its been so long I've actually started to believe i gave birth to her. Me and my husband adopted her from an orphanage in the city, the only information they gave us about her was that she was from Germany and was a year old."

I shook my head, I couldn't listen to anymore of it.
I turned and ran down the hall.
As I entered the kitchen I heard my mom shout for me, if i can even call her that anymore, she lied to me my entire life!
I ran up the stairs and into my room.
I slammed my door shut and sat against it balling my eyes out, as my mom stood on the other knocking for me.