Hello, this is insertnamehere21, and I am here to start a new Hetalia fanfiction. As described in the summary, this mostly revolves around World War I, but like the actual anime, it has an assortments of sub-plots and random shit. It will also feature OC's, some of which will appear in the first paragraph.
This fanfic is mostly in English, but features frequent Japanese, simply for authenticity. This is my second attempt at a Hetalia fic - the first was called Hetalia Academy: Class Sette, and I decided to cancel it simply because it was hard to think of material for it. Hopefully this will last longer...
I hope you enjoy, and with that, let's begin -
(ブリュッセル、2013年7月1日– Brussels, July 1st 2013)
28 countries gathered in a conference room. Briefly appearing on screen one by one was a male country with white-blonde hair (Luxembourg - ルクセンブルク), a female country with long and neatly neatly-combed brown hair and a butterfly clip (Malta - マルタ), and a rather sneaky looking man with slightly curly brown hair (Portugal - ポルトガル)
"Okay, everyone, good to see you're all here!" Belgium exclaimed, clapping her hands to get the others' attention. The chatting in the room came to a halt. "I welcome you all to Brussels, and this meeting of the countries of the European Union. Our aims are…"
"We know, we know. Do you have to give to same introduction every time?" Denmark asked obnoxiously as he drank some beer from his glass.
"Very well," Belgium said, looking a little irritated. "First things first, I would like to welcome our newest member. Everyone please give a nice warm welcome to Croatia!"
Everyone clapped lightly as a guy with silky brown hair and a traditional looking cap stood up and smiled politely.
"Okay, now that that's out of the way, my fellow colleague, Germany, is here to give a pitch on the debt crisis," Belgium stated, and she took a curtsey before sitting down next to Netherlands.
"Alright, you heard what Belgium said!" Germany roared. "The rate of borrowing of some of you is beyond ridiculous.
"Don't look at me," a redhead with shiny green eyes (Ireland - アイルランド) shrugged. "I actually did my bit unlike some people."
He glared at Greece, who was fast asleep in his seat.
"He's talking to you," said Bulgaria irritably, elbowing Greece in the arm.
Greece didn't budge.
"WAKE UP YOU BASTARD!" Bulgaria yelled, stomping about. Still nothing.
Bulgaria sighed before saying loudly, "So, it's all agreed. Macedonia will be joining the EU by the end of this year."
"NO!" Greece screamed, still half asleep. "MACEDONIA IS GREECE! I WILL NOT HAVE THAT SKOPIAN SCUMBAG IN OUR UNION!"
He shook his head and glared at Bulgaria.
"Works every time," Bulgaria chuckled.
"Grr, how dare you interrupt one of my meeting naps," Greece snapped. "By the way, I know about about all the passports you've been handing out."
"Come on, let's not fight," France said, a beam on his face. "Why can't we all pick on Britain? He's the one who won't use the Euro."
"It's a bollocks currency, and I won't be a part of it ever!" Britain snapped, banging his fist against the table.
"Agreed. I won't have that counterfeit in my banks," Denmark added, before letting out a loud burp.
"Your loss, but we're the ones who don't have to fees conversion fees," France shrugged, putting his arm around the person closest to him, who happened to be Luxembourg.
"Get off me!" Luxembourg snapped, grabbing France's arm and pulling him to the ground.
He folded his arms in satisfaction, before France grabbed his leg and also pulled him under. Stars and springs and puffs of smoke were visible coming up from the table.
"Come on, let's be friends, Luxy!" France yelled from under the table. "Remember, I'm the one who gave you culture."
"You mean destroyed it! You couldn't say a word of Luxembourgish!" Luxembourg snapped.
"Come on everyone! Shut up!" Germany screamed, but this time round it was useless.
"Ooh, I don't like all this yelling!" Italy squeaked, sweat pouring from his face. He slipped his hands under the table, and gasped. "Oh merda, I just went pipi in miei pantaloni!"
"Oh, cheer up, Italy," Spain, who was sitting beside him, said. "At least we're together…again…"
"DO I LOOK LIKE ROMANO TO YOU!?" Italy yelled at him.
"Oh, why must we fight?" Latvia sighed, shaking his head. "We'll never solve our problems like this."
"Whatever. Anything to get away with playing computer games during a meeting," Estonia shrugged as he fiercely clicked the mouse on his laptop. "Die, zombies, die!"
Latvia turned to face Lithuania, who was practically being strangled by Poland.
"Come on, Lithuania," Poland begged. "Just once."
"Get off me! We've been divorced for over 200 years!" Lithuania screamed.
Meanwhile at the end of the table, Hungary sighed to herself, "This is chaos."
A girl next to her with platinum blonde hair (Czech Republic - チェコ共和国) finished downing a glass of alcohol before she shrugged and said, "Better this than the Warsaw Pact."
"I guess," Hungary sighed.
A guy sitting next to Czech Republic with similarly coloured hair (Slovakia - スロバキア) shook his head and said, "How did Europe ever come to this?"
"Unfortunately, things have never been better," Austria, who was sitting next to Hungary, groaned.
(1914年6月28日– June 28th, 1914)
In the Austro-Hungarian city of Sarajevo, the heir to their throne, Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife were travelling from a hotel in a cart.
Just then, a male country with neat, chin length and brown hair (Bosnia - ボスニア) , popped up out of nowhere.
"O moj gosh!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I can't believe it is you! In my home city! What luck!"
Franz Ferdinand slowly turned to face him, and Bosnia was about to say something in reply when…
…he and his wife got shot in the head.
Bosnia was stunned by this turn of events, and he knelt on the ground and let out a high-pitched scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
About 500 miles away in Vienna, Austria and Hungary were both sitting on velvet sofas inside his house, when they both heard the scream.
"Oh my!" Hungary exclaimed. "What was that?"
"I dunno. Sounds like Archduke Franz Ferdinand got killed or something," Austria shrugged.
"Well…that doesn't sound good," Hungary said in concern.
"Let's ignore for a few days," Austria stated. "Now come on, best of three out of five."
"Okay, but you know I'll just beat you again," Hungary said cockily.
"I doubt it. Ready, steady, go!" Austria exclaimed.
The two of them leapt off the couch and started drinking shot glasses of beer that were on the cocktail table.
Hey, hey, papa, could I have some wine?
Hey hey mama, hey hey mama
It doesn't matter what I do I'll never forget
The taste of Bolognese it won't get out of my head
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
I am Hetalia
Ah, the world around us can be seen with the stroke of a single brush
And now, we give a toast with our boots
Hetalia!
Bosnia gritted his teeth as he jerked the rotary dial on the telephone. He picked up the receiver as said sourly, "I know what you're up to!"
つづく
And that's the first episode - I hope that wasn't too short. The episodes of Hetalia should roughly be the same length.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy, please fav, follow and review whatever your opinion (or if you want to point out some historical inaccuracies), and expect another update next week.
Goodbye!