Moving to a new house was not fun. It wasn't anything new, but it wasn't any fun. For once though, I was moving to a house of my own. My stupid older brother and that guy with the eyebrows finally got me and my stupid older brother out of Spain's house. Of course my dumb older sister Belgium wanted to stay.

After the incident with the mushrooms and that stupid grumpy Italian, Antonio wouldn't let my stupid brother grow anything. I guess the dumb eyebrow guy liked my cooking (which my idiot brother took credit for) and decided to help us. It helped that big brothers boss married one of the eyebrows guy's bosses.

My house was a quaint little affair… Who am I kidding? I hadn't been there for way to long so it was falling apart. It really needed a new coat of paint and my porch and veranda were completely obliterated by a tree that had fallen. Most of the windows needed new shutters and only had tattered rags hanging in them. I sat there wondering how to go about repairing the damage when I heard someone approaching. It was a tall man wearing simple black clothes that hinted at luxury. He had hair that was white, but obviously not from aging, and his eyes were a dark red.

He seemed slightly perplexed at my appearance at my house. However this was soon replaced by an expression of what seemed to be amused contempt. After waiting a couple long seconds for him to introduce himself I spoke up and politely inquired,

"Who are you?"

"I am Prussia. My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, the most awesome person you'll ever meet. It doesn't really matter who you are but I expect you'll be miffed if I don't let you introduce yourself."

I tried to smile politely but I was, as he had said, too miffed to manage more than an intense glare. I don't think I was at the flying daggers level, just caltrops or something. "I am Luxembourg. You may call me Emma Grünwald if you find the need to talk to me." I turned around and continued surveying my crumbling abode. However behind me, instead of fading footsteps, I heard the shuffling of feet much like when Lovino wanted something. There was a little part of me that wanted to just ignore him, but the rest of me gave an exasperated sigh and turned to face him.

Sure enough he had an almost ashamed look on his face. Slightly sarcastically I said, "Do you need anything? I would offer you tea but I'm afraid I'm all out."

"No, you see my awesomeness isn't just me, though I'm very awesome. Uh, I thought maybe you, you know, needed some help. And I'm awesome. So I can help..."

I narrowed my eyes, trying to stay polite just wasn't working. I knew that there was no way someone with an ego (and an empire) that big would bother to help a small state like mine. "What's your motive for helping me? You are aware that I can't pay you anything, right?"

"My awesomeness needs no pay! It's just that I'm proving that my awesomeness isn't just about me. You don't matter, I have a bet with someone, that's all" Of course it was something like that. I should have known better than to expect the best from a big empire.

Author's Notes

Wow, thank you for reading! This is my first fanfic of any sort. I won't not write if you don't review, but you know, it's nice to know that I'm even a little appreciated... I think...

I try not to make empty promises so; I will have another chapter within two weeks.