Prussia's Girl
By: AAnnR
Original Story by OrianPrime92
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, it's characters or personalities. Amelia and Hana belong to OrianPrime92.
Chapter 1: Amelia and Hana
The black cursor moved quickly across the screen, tracing underneath the words, keeping the place of the reader's progress. The web page was scrolled down and the operator revealed more information. Dissatisfied with the content, she retraced her steps back to the Google search site. The search bar revealed what she was questing for; in printed letters it stated: all countries backgrounds and profiles.
Clicking the link below the already purple one, the girl was led to a different page. After another couple of moments she jotted down a few notes before going back to the search engine once again. She already possessed 196 pages of notes; so the information she was gathering was beginning to frequently reappear.
However, this was after three hours of intense digging through numerous websites and books to acquire this achievement; although it actually brought her no closer to the answer of her search. There was a rumor that was circulating around that the nations had embodiments of humans. Students had been talking about it for months and, finally, the history teacher gave everyone a thirty page report researching the topic to prove to them that countries could not be people.
Suddenly, the girl leaned back with a seemingly frustrated sigh. Gathering her large stack of papers, shoved them into her long duffel bag and stood. It was time to leave, if wanted to have some time to herself before her parents came home she would need to leave now. All she needed to do was find her friend and let her know she was leaving.
She looked up and down the aisles with her duffel bag slung dragging slightly behind her. The corridors containing several hundreds of books that literally cried to be obtained, held and read. The girl kept to her objective, however, and stayed on her path.
Unsurprisingly to the girl, she found her friend hidden within the many piles of comics and manga. The girl smiled softly as she noticed that her friend was currently devouring one named Death Note. It was her friend's favorite; she had checked out that specific copy of the book several times. In fact, the librarians were very surprised that she still returned it. Smiling to herself, the girl reached down and lightly touched her friend's shoulder. Her friend jerk sharply away from the offending touch before realizing who it was.
"Geez Amelia!" Her friend said, exasperated. "You almost gave me a heat attack."
Amelia rolled her eyes at her friends exaggeration, chuckling slightly about the joke. The irony was not lost on her. "It's okay Hana, ich verzeihen sie; I forgive you, so you can continue living."
Hana stood and bowed, "Oh thank you, your most royal highness!" She said before breaking down into hysterics. Her giggle was incessant and caused Amelia to smile a bit as she witnessed her friend fall to the ground and disturb the stacks of manga, knocking them from their piles.
As Hana began to control herself Amelia broke the news to her. "Hey, I gotta leave," she began.
"Aw! Already?" Hana pouted, trying to look as upset as possible. When Amelia began to nod her head, Hana interrupted, speaking again. "But I just met these really nice guys who need someone to show them around! I was thinking we could go down and show them Devil's Canyon. I know how much you like it there..."
Amelia narrowed her eyes. Now that was just playing dirty; Hana was goading her with going to one of Amelia's favorite spots in the world. In fact, it was were she and Hana had met years ago. Amelia shook her head fiercely. "Nein, really," she said. "I really have to get home."
Hana huffed, but accepted her defeat. "Yeah, okay, whatever." With that Amelia walked out the door, dragging her large duffel bag behind her.
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The horizon was painted with red hues of burgundy, maroon and amber. Blue was blended into the canvas, creating purple, and the clouds provided a stunning contrast of all three variations. The fading light gave off all this and more as it lowered down beyond the horizon.
Amelia sat on what she considered her rock, her sketch book laying open on her lap. I revealed one of her first sketches, a power ranger. However, she was paying attention to the picture, instead she was focused on the soft breeze. It pulled on the small bits of straight ash, blonde, white streaked hair which had fallen out of her long, loose braid. Smiling softly, Amelia never heard the many heavy crunching sound coming up behind her.
Suddenly, her sketch book was swiftly lifted from her lap, slightly stunning her into action. Within a couple of seconds Amelia had sprung up, successfully retched open her bag and pulled out her most amazing, protective, and useful weapon: her crowbar.
Violently, she brought it to the face her intruder, missing him entirely, only aiming to startle him. However, she was completely blown away by the lack of reaction she received. The man, who had adopted a stupid grin as he slowly flipped through one of her most prized possessions.
"Wow, signora!" He exclaimed, "Your very talented! Buon lavoro!" The complement caught her off guard and caused her to blush.
However, she was pulled back to the reality of her situation as she saw movement to her left. Amelia quickly retracted the crowbar from the smiling man face and pulled it in towards her body to create a slightly defensive stance, to ready herself for an onslaught. Amelia didn't have much talent or experience when it came to fighting, but she was not going down without providing some major damage to her attacker.
"What the HELL are you doing?" A voice broke through Amelia's concentration, completely shocking her.
Turning sharply, Amelia met the eyes of Hana. Shocked, Amelia dropped her crowbar and sagged her shoulders in both relief and defeat. Amelia was happy she wasn't going to need to fight, but she had forgotten that Hana had been planning to come up to Devil's Canyon.
Hana crossed her arms over her chest, her dark brown eyes narrowing hazardously. "Weren't you heading home? What about your HUGE project that you HAD to get done today? Is it complete?"
"I..." Amelia started, but Hana cut her off.
"Don't even try." Hana sighed solemnly, as if she was trusted with some heavy burden. "I don't know why you continue to push me away sometimes. One minute your the sweetest person I know; the next your a total douche bag." Hana closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something underneath her breath.
"Traurig." Amelia apologized, lowering her head slightly.
"Whatever, it's fine." With that Hana's mood turned happy once more. "Anyway, now that your here it saves me from tracking you down to introduce you to my new friends." Moving to the side Hana motioned to the men behind her, of who were watching their conversation with inexplicable interest.
Hana pointed to the left and made her way to the far right. "The guy in the aviator jacket is Alfred; Mr. Military over there is Ludwig; the smiling person next to you is Feliciano, and the guy dressed up for winter even though it is summer is Ivan." They all greeted in turn to their names being called.
"Everyone, this is my friend, Amelia." Hana said.
"Hey." Amelia greeted with an awkward smile. As she said this, Amelia was hit with a sense of remembrance. Where had she seen these people before?
While she was caught her 'mind-searching' she failed to respond to a statement proposed to her. "Traurig! What were you saying?" She asked embarrassed.
"Vou 'ave good taste." Ivan's accent was thick. "Though, I believe ze pipe viz much better vor devenze zan vour crowvar."
"Ugh!" Hana wined. "Don't encourage her! It's hard enough to get her to leave the stupid thing home during school!"
"Ve? Vhy vould vou leave it at home?" Feliciano asked, confused.
"Because it's illegal!" Hana responded.
"Veally?" Ivan turned to Alfred. "Zat iz vhy vou are under me in size Amevica. Vou zould legalize zit."
"Dude," Alfred said excitedly. "That would be totally cool! My citizens could be, like, complete ninjas! Like Japan!"
'Citizens?' Amelia caught the miscellaneous word within the America's statement.
"God! Zat's Vhat ve need! Amevica vith a crowbar." Germany scowled.
"I know right!" Alfred rambled on. "I could be so..."
Suddenly it clicked. "You guys are countries." Amelia interrupted.
Alfred paused, suddenly very serious. "What?"
"Your countries." She repeated, a little bit louder.
"Ya." Alfred stated as if it were obvious. He was quickly cuffed on the back of the head by Germany.
"Do vou vealize zat ze higher ups have been keeping zis a zecret vor zousands of vears!"
"Oh, well, oops." Alfred rubbed the back of his head indignantly. "I forgot."
"No frickin' way!" Hana squealed. "How come you didn't tell me? That's so cool." Amelia cringed as Hana leaped into her 'fan-girl-spree,' fluttering about trying to guess each country for what they were. Pointing to Ivan she began her guessing game.
"You have to be America! You look like an avid gamer!"
"Good guess little dudette. You're correct. I'm always glad to meet an official member of...me!"
Hana giggled flirtatiously in response, then turned to Ivan. "Your Russia, right?"
Ivan cocked his head in contemplation. "Vez, I am Vussia." He frowned before bending down to pick up Amelia's forgotten, discarded crowbar, to examine it.
"Cool, Amelia's from Russian royalty!"
"Really?" Alfred asked.
"No." Amelia said, drawing Hana's attention to her.
"Ya huh! You told me so! You even speak Russian!" Hana sounded put off.
"Nicht, I did not." Amelia mono-toned. "I was born in the US, but my ancestry is from Prussian royalty; so I speak German."
"Where's Prussia?" Hana sounded very confused.
"Prussia is my older brother." Ludwig said. "But he is no longer a country."
"And you are?"
"Germany." Ludwig grumbled. He seemed upset to be giving the humans personal information about himself.
"I'm Italy!" Feliciano said excitedly. Jumping up and down. Amelia took that time to grab her sketch book from the happy man and stuff it into the duffel bag near her feet. Feliciano, now known as Italy, protested a little before realizing Amelia was going to ignore him to stare at Russia. Then he began to speak with Hana spiritedly.
"Could I please have my crowbar back, gefallen?" Russia just smiled and stood his ground, not releasing the weapon from his grasp. "Gefallen hier? I need to go, I have a curfew."
After a couple more moments of contemplation Russia did indeed hand Amelia her crowbar back so she could set it into her duffel bag before strapping the bag over her shoulders and abruptly descended from the mountain.
"Your leaving already?" Hana called after her.
Amelia didn't have enough time to respond before a strong hand grasped her forearm. "Warten." She stopped, hissing as adrenaline hit her system.
"Sie ließ mich los, sonst." She snapped, her hands itching for her crowbar.
"Sie mussen nicht, warum mein Bruder ist tot." He said in a very controlled tone.
"Was?" She paused, trying to clear her mind. 'What was he talking about?'
"Geschweige denn." He released her.
Roughly, Amelia continued down the mountain, ignoring Hana's call to be careful.
TBC...
A/N:
This might be the first author's note I have ever written, but I thought there might need to be some kind of explanation about the story first. Even though OrianPrime92 had originally had intended this story to be based around friendship, I plan to have love intertwined between the main character and Prussia.
Translations:
German
ich verzeihen sie: I forgive you
nein: no, negative
traurig: sorry
Nicht: no correct
gefallen: please
heir: sir
warten: stop
was: what
sie ließ mich los, sonst: let go of me, or else
sie missen nicht, warum mein Bruder ist tot: you must be the reason my brother is not dead.
geschweige denn: never mind
Italian
signora: lady or ma'am or miss
buon lavoro: very good or impressive