This is a fanfiction made by us, West and East. We do not own Hetalia (no matter how much we wish we did). The only thing we own is the idea and our characters, Janiet (West), and Luke (East), which are the personifications of the country Luxembourg. Additional fact, Luke is the male version of East and was used to give fangirls a little treat while West had her special gift.
Chapter one
It was an average day for the countries, with yet another unproductive world meeting in place. The pounding steps of two nations running up the stairs of the building was not unnoticed, however.
"Who the bloody hell is that?" England asks, moving his chair away from France, yet again. The two new nations burst into the room with a loud bang of the doors, out of breath. It was two seventeen year olds; a girl with long blonde hair paired with blue eyes, and a boy with dirty blonde hair and violet blue eyes, who stood in the doorway.
"Who are they?" America says through a huge bite of his hamburger. Spain smiles, jumping out of his seat and rushing over to the teens.
"Hey Luke, hey Janiet!" he says, just before being punched in the face by the girl.
"Sorry, what's my name again?" she growls with a dark smile.
"Sorry, West," Spain murmurs, laughing nervously.
"What nation are they?" Italy asks, his usually confused expression even more baffled than usual.
"We, are the nation of Luxembourg!" Luke, the boy, exclaims, smirking.
"Since when the hell is that a nation?" Prussia asks, leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the table, as usual.
"Since now," the girl, West, responds, flashing a smile as she claims an empty chair. Luke walks over, sticks his tongue out at Prussia, and sits on his sister's lap, scoffing in fake hurt when she pushes him off. Hauling himself to his feet, he claims the seat next to Prussia.
"Can we begin the meeting now?" America asks, impatient to get started, for once. After getting everyones' agreement, he smiles brightly, opening his mouth to speak, though is cut off by a much gruffer voice.
"May I go first?" Russia asks, standing up. A frown crosses America's face, but he nods anyways, taking a seat. "Alright, well… It's hard for me to say this but… I'm broke. I have to sell some of my land. You want to buy it, da?" Russia says, getting straight to his point. There are multiple shouts, sound exploding across the room, all claiming some land. This, however, quickly calms into an argument as Prussia slams his hands on the table, the bang resonating around the room.
"What the hell do you mean the land is yours, you arschlochs?! I should be the one getting the land!" he yells, sending his best I'll-stab-you're-eyes-out-with-forks glare around the room.
"Why you? You don't need it you idiot!" Austria says calmly, scoffing.
"What do you mean I don't need it?! I'm the only one without a nation at the moment, so I should get the land to get back my nation!" Prussia growls, focusing his glare on Austria.
"Big brother's land is for sale! I shall buy it and then he will love me forever for helping him and he will be mine!" Belarus mutters darkly to herself, gradually getting louder. Russia's eyes go wide.
"Prussia, please, don't let Belarus buy me!" he practically sobs, though hates himself for begging to Prussia. Prussia sweatdrops, forgetting his argument with Austria after remembering how much he despises Russia.
"I say we get to buy the land!" West shouts, slamming her hands down on the table in a rather loud manner, the table trembling slightly.
"We? Buy Russia's land? But wouldn't that mean he has to live with us? I don't really think that's a good idea, schwester, I mean, Russia's really scary, and if we buy his land…" Luke rambles, growing rather terrified at the prospect of living with the man.
"East, don't be such a baby!" West groans, rolling her eyes at the way her brother was clinging to her shirt in pure terror. When the hell did he even get up? she thinks, having not noticed her brother crossing the room back towards her once again.
"ALRIGHT! That's enough! We will settle this at the next meeting! For now, let's end the meeting so no one kills each other!" Germany yells, his powerful voice silencing even his brother. Everyone mumbles their agreement, hurrying to pack up before bolting from the room.
"Hey Germany, let's go to a bar! We can take Prussia and Romano and… And Luxembourg! To congratulate them on becoming a country!" Italy rambles happily, grabbing Germany's arm with one hand and flailing the other wildly. Due to Italy being... Well, Italy, there was a silent agreement among said countries.
"So, how did you guys become a country anyways?" Romano asks, walking beside Luke. Luke smirks, still crushing Janiet's hand out of fear.
"Well, it was Occident," he answers.
"How was becoming a country an accident?" Italy asks, not understanding the French context.
"No, not accident. It was Occident, West, who did it!" Luke says, a laugh escaping his lips, along with his sister's blushing eye roll.
When the small group reaches the bar, Prussia barges through the doors, successfully hitting someone in the face. The boy struts up to the counter, faking what America would call swag.
"Oi, get the Awesome me and my not as awesome friends some beers, pronto!" he commands, smirking at the bartender. Thankfully, the bartender was used to this, so he just rolled his eyes and got out the glasses.
"So, wine for the Italians, beer for the germans, and… what the hell are you two?" the bartender asks, raising an eyebrow upon seeing Janiet and Luke.
"We're Luxembourgish," they both answer.
"Alright, what would you like?" the bartender asks, a subtle smirk appearing as he pulls out two glasses.
"Wine for me…" Janiet says, looking away from the two German brothers.
"Beer!" Luke exclaims, pumping his fist in the air. Once they had gotten their drinks they sit down at a table in the back, where the music wasn't pounding, but the lights had flickered out. Janiet's soft murmur can barley be heard, saying " … more a nightclub than a bar..." While Prussia and Luke chugged their beers, Janiet slowly sipped her wine, though she did look slightly dizzy, even half way through the glass.
"Lightweight?" Germany chuckles. Janiet sends a sharp glare at him and punches him in the arm.
"No! I just… Don't drink much," she says defensively, taking another sip. The two then notice that Prussia and Luke had disappeared, and Italy was stumbling drunkenly from girl to girl, giggling the whole time. Romano sat at the table, slumping over his drink with a good amount of red wine soaked into his shirt.
"Hey Romano, where did Luke and Prussia go?" Janiet asks. Romano raises his head, eyes glazed over and his face sad.
"I think they went to the bathroom…" he mumbles before slumping back down, falling into the black hole known as sleep.
"Together?" Germany and Janiet exclaim together, the girl shooting a ' don't copy me' look at Germany.
On a different side of the bar, Luke laughs as he stumbles into a wall, clutching his drink in his hand. Prussia is laughing right beside him, though the latter clearly has more self control at the moment.
"God, I haven't had this much fun in a while," Luke says, cackling at some unsaid joke, looking over at Prussia. He pauses, taking in the sight. The dim light of the bar cast a slight shadow over Prussia's face, making his crimson eyes glow beautifully. His white hair was slightly messy and hung in his face, looking soft and feather-like to the touch. His shirt had been discarded some time ago, and his skin was light and slightly glistening with sweat, caused by adrenaline from the alcohol. Overall, the sight of the tall albino was breathtaking, and it was almost enough to make Luke kiss him. He probably would have, if Prussia hadn't pushed him into the wall and kissed him first. The albino's lip were softer than he had thought, and they felt great against his own.
"Maybe we should go get them…" Janiet says slowly. Her mind was slightly blurred, just enough to feel the buzz, to be easily persuaded, but she wasn't drunk enough to do anything stupid. She looks over to Germany, who had drank a more than healthy amount, and only appeared to be a little dazed.
"Ja…" he mutters, looking Janiet over. It was slightly odd, Janiet thought. Before she could say anything, Germany leans over to her and kisses her, catching her by surprise. It took her a minute to register what was going on, the heat of his lips, his light hand barely touching her face. But before the girl could even react, which wouldn't have been the reaction Germany was hoping for, Prussia and Luke had already returned, and Germany was already a now seemingly far distance from the girl. Prussia was grinning widely, and Luke with a very dazed expression; as if he was imagining something.
"Alright, let's go home guys! Luke, Janiet, you guys can stay at our place tonight," Prussia announces, throwing a drunken Romano onto his shoulder. Germany gets up, doing the same with Italy before taking Janiet's hand and leading them all to the car. Luke, who was being led by Prussia, finally snapped out of his daze, only to say something that caused a little more confusion.
"Embrasse-moi encore une fois, sexy. C'était genial!"
"Do what?!" Janiet exclaims out of surprise, being the only one to fluently know French.
"Qu'est-ce que tu racontes, ma soeur?" Luke asks, unknowingly still speaking French.
"Ne jouez pas stupide! Qui diable t'a embrassée?" Janiet yells, slipping her hand out of Germany's and hitting Luke on the head. A bright red blush lights up Luke's face.
"Niemand, es ist nur der Alkohol sprechen!" Luke stutters, stepping past his sister into the car.
Translations: Occident: (I believe it's French) West
arschloch: German for asshole (You people watch Hetalia and read fanfiction, you should know this)
Embrasse-moi encore une fois, sexy. C'etait genial!- French for 'Kiss me again, sexy. That was amazing
Qu'est-ce que tu racontes, ma soeur- French for 'What the hell are you talking about, sister?'
Ne jouez pas stupide! Qui diable t'a embrassee- French for 'Don't play dumb! Who the hell kissed you?'
Niemand, es ist nur der Alkohol sprechen- German for 'No one, it was the alcohol talking!'