Hiyas! This is my first fill (from the kink meme), and I'm not sure if this is what OP wanted... in fact I'm pretty sure you had something else in mind... But I thought I'd give it a shot! Hope you like it at least a little!
The Prompt: Inspired by a comment on a previous fill. Grandpa Germania has been consistently referred to in reference to a certain - individual of Lord of the Rings fame. Taking that idea one step further - what if Germania actually Pause for effect. No, that's not quite what I meant. Not really. I've read a couple fics that speculate the mythical kingdoms of Gondor and Rohan (etc etc) are located approximately in central/western Europe. What if Germania This means - Prussia and Germany are actually part elf. ... How does this affect them? Do they have any special powers/elfish traits? Reactions to this becoming public knowledge (Kudos if neither of them really knows - can you imagine Prussia's reaction to being called a fairy?)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. And, after seeing this, that's probably a good thing…
Do You Believe in Elves?
Part 1
"They do so exist!"
France groaned. Honestly, how had a perfectly nice afternoon devolved into this? One moment he'd had a very pleasant armful of adorable, willing Brit, the next he was in the middle of this old debate and in danger of being kicked out of his amour's house.
"Mon amour, please, be reasonable," he coaxed pleadingly, "Let's just forget I brought this nonsense up at all…"
"No, I will not forget, because it is not just nonsense! If I could only make you see-" England paused mid-rant. Then he smiled. France felt a chill go up his spine. "I'll prove it to you – I'll show you!" he leapt off the sofa and headed for the basement. "There has to a fae you can see out there somewhere, it's just a matter of finding them! And then we'll see who's crackers!"
France sighed, but got up to follow his excitable amour. He'd really hoped it wasn't going to be one of those days.
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"-TOORE NI-EH!" England finished the incantation and held his breath.
The circular array before him began to glow with its usual green light. Sparks of silver and gold began to dance around the circle's perimeter, then swirled to coalesce in the center. There was a flash, a bang, a puff of smoke, and two figures landed in a heap in the circle.
Darkness.
"Owa…"
"Mein Gott, mein armor kopf…"
France chuckled from his spot next to England. "I must admit, Angleterre, at least you have learned how to fail with style."
There was a rustle of fabric and a quiet chuckle. "Shows what you know, frog. That was a successful summoning, or I'm Queen Elizabeth!" Another rustle as England walked over to the rack of candles which had been extinguished by the spell. He snapped his fingers and a spark landed on the closest candle, which he used to light the rest. He was grinning. "You can't dispute your own eyes, France. Behold!" he brandished the candles at the circle and the figures within it, "The Fae!"
Two very familiar figures, actually…
"Hey, England! What do you want the awesome me for?" Prussia looked up at England backwards from where he lay, sprawled on his back on top of Germany inside the circle. Prussia looked like he'd just crawled out of bed and Germany was dressed for one of his early morning training sessions.
France walked over to England and, with a chuckle, bowed. "Bon jour, your majesty. I must say, you are looking remarkably well for a lady of your age."
"No…" England was shaking his head. "It's not possible, I felt the magic work… There must be some explanation…"
Germany spoke up at this point. "Bruder, get off of my back."
Prussia turned his head to the side. "West? What are you doing down there?"
Germany, interpreting this as an indication that his older brother was not going to move of his own volition any time soon, pulled his hands under his chest and pushed himself up, effectively rolling Prussia off his back and into the edge of the circle.
"Owa…" Prussia rubbed his head and looked around. "What did I hit? There's nothing there…" his gaze dropped and he noticed the array he and Germany were in. "Aw, scheisse…"
France, meanwhile, was watching the other three nations in amusement. "So, Angleterre, what is your excuse this time, hm? I know, these are not really Germany and Prussia, they are a pair of your fairy friends disguised to look like them!"
Prussia froze from examining the array and slowly raised his head to look at France. "Fairies? Fairies? Are you associating the awesome me with those flighty little-"
The rest of the sentence was not to be known, as Germany chose that moment to tackle him at waist height. A scuffle commenced.
"Scheisse, West! Get your un-awesome self off of me!"
"Nein! You will do something imprudent!"
"You heard what he said, Bruder! We can't stand for stuff like that! We, who are of the proud blood of Germania, mightiest of the-"
Germany slapped a hand over his brother's mouth. "It's your fault we're even in this situation," he hissed, glancing at France and England warily. England was watching them with narrowed eyes and an unnerving expression. "If you had just renewed the wards last week when I told you to this could not have happened!"
Prussia licked Germany's hand, and Germany pulled it back hastily. "Hey, it's not like this sort of thing happens often enough to worry about it all the time! Besides, those two aren't nearly awesome enough to figure out-"
"Elves."
The German brothers froze again, and both snapped up to look at England.
The bushy-eyebrowed nation was smiling. "You're elves. Both of you. I have no idea why I didn't figure it out sooner…"
France glanced sideways at his be-robed companion. "Eh, Angleterre, I know you are disappointed that your little game fell through, but this is stretching things a bit far, non?"
England shook his head, grinning. "Look at them, you stupid frog, look closely! Look at their hands, their faces. Hell, look at their ears!"
France rolled his eyes, but looked. And gulped.
It was easier to see with Prussia. He had always looked slightly unnatural, with his red eyes and silver hair. France seriously wondered how he'd missed the other things, though, like the length and elegance of the nation's fingers and hands, the faint sheen of… something in his skin, the slight tilt to his eyes.
And the ears.
France really did not know how he'd missed the ears for so many centuries. They tapered into delicate points that ended about an inch above Prussia's eyebrows.
With Germany it was a bit harder to tell, his ears were smaller and he'd apparently tucked this tips under his cap and hair a bit at some point, but they were there, along with all the other signs.
"Mon Dieu…" France breathed.
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TBC…
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