I know I'm not really good at writing stuff, probably because I don't read that many books. But my sister inspired me to write. Her story is totally awesome

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Okay, so with that out of the way, I'm going to try very hard to write this and hopefully finish it. I wanted to write a story with Spain and Romano, but I honestly could not think of a plot so I decided to write where they are elves in a realm from a story my sister and I are writing, I hope it works. So this is an AU (I guess) and I'll try to keep them in character.

Couples planned so far:

Spain (South Elf) / Romano (North/South Elf)

Germany (North Elf) / Italy (South/North Elf)

Prussia (North elf) / Ukraine (North Elf)

Russia (North Elf) / America (East Elf)

Austria (South Elf) / Hungry (West Elf)

Denmark (North Elf) / Norway (South Elf)

China (South Elf) / Canada (East Elf)

Sweden (North Elf) / Finland (East Elf)

More will be added later XD


So this is what his birthplace looked like? The grass stood tall with a mixture of wildflowers around his feet. Trees in the distance still bared green leaves and the birds chirped happy songs while they flew around in the clear sky. It was hard to believe that the picture of 'paradise' was a day ride away from the frozen and bitter cold he grew up in. Romano wrapped his arms around himself and looked around for his brother then down at the letter he still clenched in his hand. It must have been a joke, with all the pleas to see him, it would not surprise him. It was a taunt at the least. Why would he wish to see him after they were separated for seven years?

He shook his head and started to head back north when he heard a call from the forest. A young elf stood between two trees and waved frantically. His short reddish brown hair blew in the calm wind and he had a large smile upon his face. "Romano! Is that you?!"

The young elf started to run over with wide strides, almost like a prance through the sea of flowers, and stopped in front of him with the same stupid grin on his face. "It is you!"

"Yeah, you wrote to me. What is so damn important that you had to see me today?" he said with irritation since he had to get questioned by a million people about where he was going before they let him leave alone. He didn't feel that he was asking for too much when he hoped that it was life or death and not just 'I wanted to see you after seven years of no contact'. His little brother's smile faded a little and he looked lost for words. He did tell him to come just to talk. "What did you want to talk about?" He tired to hold back his annoyance, but some managed to slip.

"I just thought we should talk after all this time and I have some big news I thought I'd share, but that can wait. Tell me how the north is?" he said, overjoyed, and flopped down with a thud. "Is it as bad as people say it is?"

"Pretty much." He didn't really wish to discuss his home, especially to Italy. Not with his cheerful personality and unawareness of other people's feelings. He remembered that much about him. How he always bragged about their grandfather's praise to him while Romano was ignored and shunned by the South elves who thought they knew better. "Just tell me the news is so I can go back home."

He jumped to his feet and dusted his rear before he looked up at him with a head tilt. "I actually have two news I wanted to tell, but one is bad news so I don't really want to tell it." His golden eyes trailed off to the side where trees shook in the sudden burst of wind and watched them sadly. As Romano waited impatiently for his brother to say something he stared off and bite his lip a little. Italy was again lost for words, but wasn't sure why. He figured he'd already have the whole thing planned out before he even wrote to him. The warm breeze slipped around them, distracting him. It gently caressed his face and carried the smell of wilderness with it. It was more refreshing then the smell of smoke and coal. "Grandpa died two years ago. That is the bad news. He wanted you to be there, but since your were banished to the mountains to live with those scary northerners, we couldn't get a hold of you and I only recently found where your home was."

"What?!" he whispered almost breathlessly. The thought itself was hard to believe, but to actually hear it from Italy of all people seemed to be too unreal. Their grandfather always seemed immortal with his youthful persona. No, it had to be a joke or to give him a reason to go home. It had to be it. But the tears in Italy's eyes as he nodded slowly put doubt in his mind. His brother would never lie. Not that kind of lie. "He died? How?"

"I don't know. He just got sick and died. I'm not sure why or how, but he told me to find you and tell you before he passed away." He wiped his eyes and sniffed. His eyes were puffy and his nose had a little red from where he rubbed under it with his coat sleeve. He looked terrible. But if he had been alone for two years, he imagined the loss of the person who cooed over you your whole life was hard. "But I do have some good news! Let's talk about that instead, okay?"

"Sure, whatever. What is the good news?" He stuck his hands in his deep coat pockets and waited to hear this so called 'good news'. To Italy it could have been that he tied his shoelaces on his own. He was surprised when the first thing he said was he was engaged to a childhood friend. "What? You are getting married? To who?"

"I cannot tell you now. It's a secret engagement. But I thought I'd warn you and let you know we are getting married by the end of the year and I want you to come." His smile returned and his eyes were now just slightly red and watery. The thought of an engagement seemed to cheer him up; whoever he was betrothed to must have made him very happy. Romano nodded and looked toward the flowers to his left with worry. The thought of his little baby brother marrying someone he never met…it felt wrong. He needed to know who it was and make sure they did not plan to hurt him. Much like the flowers on the hilltop, Italy was defenseless against the bitter cold. But he wanted to make sure he would be well off, even if he was never to be part of his life. Soon the conversation went from marriage to food while Romano's empty stomach growled with every mention of the Southern foods and dessert. Italy paused and blinked a little while he looked up at him then he grinned again. "Would you like to eat something? I brought some food."

"No. I should probably head back anyway. It'll take me another day to get home and I have work to do tomorrow, so the sooner the better. Goodbye." He patted his shoulder and moved away before he could be hugged by his little brother and jogged back to the woods. He looked back when he got there to see Italy still standing on the hill with his arms wrapped around himself. He waved at him then continued through the woodland until he found his blue roan horse and mounted him. The ride back to the mountain was harsh and the snow became higher and higher with each hour. The village at the bottom the mountain was just seen in the distance and by nightfall he could see the church tower beyond the treetops. He petted his horse's neck and shifted on his back. His southern blood always kept him from fully adjusting to the weather. But no matter how many cold winters he faced and trialed, he could never go back to their land and pretend to be one of them. He was too different, had too much of his father's blood in him and despite their insults he was proud of who he was.

"I see someone decided to take forever to 'hunt'. Just what were you doing really?" Prussia stood in his path with one hand on his hip and the other on his sword handle with that stupid cocky smirk on his face. "I figured you headed back to your stupid bare-eared southern idiots. Did they kick you out again and told you to enjoy your icey, poor prison while they sip on fancy tea and eat cakes?" His red eyes looked up at him and watched him with some amusement. A chill went down his spine as he kept his eye contact. But Romano did not show his emotion.

"Shut up, you bastard. I was out hunting."

"Oh? Then I guess that huge mass on your horse's back is your catch? Hmm…No, it is just your backside." His laugher slowly faded into the distance as they walked in opposite directions. Romano growled under his breath and made his horse walk faster to the town. He made it to the house just after midnight and put his horse in the stable and petted his neck. At least he did not judge him and actually liked his company. When the horse nestled down in the hay, he lay against his side and pulled a tattered blanket over himself. He fell asleep quickly and was only awaken when he heard shots and calls outside. He propped himself up and squinted at the white shine that burst through the open gate. After he forced himself up he walked out and he looked around at a herd of people around the stables. A tall northerner stood on a crate and started to hand out papers. When Romano walked over to check it out, he was handed a long rolled memo. Inside were just four words in big black bold letter: It's time for war. Signed by their ruler. He frowned and clenched the paper tightly. It was against the south and possibly everybody.

-X-

"So those animals up north have been acting strange lately? Doesn't seem too new." Austria looked across the table to Spain, who had his hands rested on either side of the map. He sighed and looked at him after he examined the routes from the mountains to their city and bit his lip with the possible entries. It was troublesome. "What do we do, Spain?"

"The northerners have countless ways to attack. But the main trouble is they don't invade people. They just make us wary, so wary that we attack them and fight in their cold mountains. We freeze to death before we actually see any battle; they rush down to our defenseless homes and take over." The other elf nodded solemnly as he walked along the long table to Spain's side and looked at the map. He traced his finger along an old mining trail that led straight up to the heart of their thrown together village where hundreds of north elves stayed. "You suggest attacking their village?"

Austria picked the chart up and folded it neatly and looked at Spain over his glasses. "Do we have any other choice?" The older man walked to a shelf and shuffled through scrolls and blew the dust off. "We will stay calm and act as if nothing is wrong. We'll work on our defenses and be prepared. In the meantime I want you to take a few men and go check out just what they are up to. Go tomorrow and report back the day after."

"And what if I get caught?"

"Let's pray to the heavens that you do not." He walked out and left Spain in the empty room with his orders echoing in his mind. It was a suicide mission and he had to be the one picked to do it. He had to make the most of what time he had there before he was sent off. He wanted to make sure his love knew he may never return. Passed the cheerful people through the endless hall, he finally made it to the bedroom. After a few knocks he was welcomed in and he entered and leaned back against the door.

"Italy, my love. I need to tell you something."


A crappy way to end the first Chapter, but oh well. I just hope it isn't boring. I'm kind of meh about it but I hope people like it. I'll make a cover for it later DX

By the way, I put people in the East, West, South and North armies by personality. So that is why, it has nothing to do with where they are from. XD and sorry if there are misspellings