Okay. So here it is. I have a whole other fan fic I know I should be working on, but those damn plot bunnies! they wont leave me alone! So to apease them for a little while I wrote this. Completely on a whim...so ya. Hope ya'll like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did the AWESOME PRUSSIA would have way more screen time and HRE would have come back...As Germany!

But enough of me. On with the story!

CH. 1

Facing the past in the present

I pulled the tie that held my hair out. I had let it grow out over the years. To anyone who even remembered so long ago, I would have looked like a near duplicate of mein Opa. Except an inch or so shorter and a gaze that was much softer. Once or gazes had been the same but that was so long ago. Much had happened since those days. The fall of an Empire, two world wars, and many other smaller, but not any less disastrous, wars. Although only one truly affected me to the point of reconsidering my life and my values. But these thoughts were for another day. On where I could drink them away at my favorite bar.

So I fell into an old, but familiar routine, beginning with the complex process of situating the chain-mail so it sat comfortably enough. Then pulling on the tunic, yellow cloth with a black eagle adorning its front and back. A leather belt and lastly my sword. It had been so long since I had last worn the outfit as a whole. I would use a piece or two when teaching, but I hadn't worn the entire thing in tn nearly 500 years. But my sword was polished and well kept, as well as the chain-mail. Nothing was out of place and it gave of an eery felling of comfort. To any historian it was a uniform worn by a great Germanic Emperor so long since forgotten by the world, but to me it was the last symbol that I had to prove my existence.

I finished up with my boots and sighed. Today was going to be a long one, but a day like no other. So far everything had fallen into place without much help. The class had decided on a Renaissance fair as a way to show the administration of Ruprecht-Karls-Universität Heidelberg and get the community involved. Over all it is exactly as the administration wanted a way to get the community of Heidelberg intermingled with the University community. The only draw back I saw was that I was in charge of the entire thing. But it wasn't as if I hadn't been in charge of large groups of people or festivals before.

Walking out of the tent I squinted at the sunlight that threatened to scorch my eyes. This was a day I was going to enjoy. This may just be the only day I get to show my true colors. That is, black and gold. I walked around the fair. No one seemed to recognize me, not that I expected them to. I hadn't exactly told them what I would be dressed as or that I was the one that owned this suit.

I walked around for an hour. Making sure that my students had everything under control. When I was satisfied I went to the far left side of the fair. The swordsmanship competition was about to begin and I wasn't going to miss a chance to practice with my blade.

It seemed that one of the other history teachers was signing people up. I believe he taught the Dark Ages, Medieval, and Renaissance, but I wasn't sure. We may have worked in the same department, but he wasn't exactly happy that I was hired to teach a class on the History of Germany. He felt that I had deprived him of teaching part of his expertise. Not that he was more of an expert than I, since I had lived through those times, not that anyone knew.

So I walked up and signed in. Herr Leon of the Holy Roman Empire. Not exactly subtle, but not far from the truth. I waited for my turn. Most people had to use on of the many swords that I had collected over the years, but overall it was the same. Preform a group of moves. Starting at the beginner level and working there ways up. The first move that they couldn't complete with in five minutes of starting that move was their stopping point. The one who had the most moves completed or even completed them all won. If there was a tie a series of five much harder moves was given to them as a tie breaker. Needless to say it would be an interesting competition.

I waited. I was the last one to sign up, which was alright to me, but there was a lot of people to go through. I was about to fall asleep when a familiar name was called.

"Nächst, Gilbert Beilschmidt der teutonischen Reihenfolge von Preußen!" I nearly fell of the bench I had been dozing on. Could it really be him...

Yet both my fears and joys were answered as a white haired man dressed in chain-mail, a white tunic sporting a black cross, and a white cape. His sword was drawn out in front of him. He red eyes were locked on the board showing the different moves. His smirk growing at each of them. He began. Moving from one to another seamlessly. It was him. The one who had trained me with a sword. The one who had picked on me for my size. Here he was. Showing off for all the world.

"Bruder... " The word left my mouth as a whisper. Not even loud enough for the person next to me to hear it. As soon as I had said it he was done. Having completed all the moves he was in the lead. I steeled myself. I would be facing mein Bruder. This was going to get interesting.

"Unser letzter Konkurrent heute, Herr Leon des Heiligen römischen Reichs!" I watched confusion and anger sweep across Gilbert's face. He apparently didn't like someone claiming to be form me. Oh, well. He'll just have to deal.

I swiftly began the sequence of moves. Shifting between them flawlessly. When I finished the crowd clapped as it had for the older nation before me. The other professor announced that it was a tie and the rules for a tiebreaker. He was about to place the new moves up, when someone shouted out.

"Ein Duell!" The audience seemed to like this idea. Many used the reasoning that anyone who could weld a sword like we could was more than capable of preforming a duel without killing or maiming each other.

I looked toward Gilbert. His red eyes flashed with excitement. He never could say no to a fight. I sighed. The administration would not like this, but they could yell at me later.

"So, vhat do you say? Dink dat you could vin?" I glanced in the direction of the voice. Gilbert was smirking. I turned to face him completely.

I smirked as his face went paler than normal. "I know I vould vin." And with that I drew my blade and took a stance. He did the same. We barely waited for the other professor to say 'Let the best man win' before we dove at each other.

We clashed our swords together. A metallic clang rang out each time. Gilbert was no longer smirking. He was completely focused. A rare thing for him. My smirk never left me. I was enjoying myself. I always had wanted to have another go at him and now I had my chance. I wasn't about to let the older nation best me as he had in centuries past. No I was going to win.

I took the first opening I saw. With a flick of my wrist and a shing The sword was out of mein Bruder's hand and had impaled the dry ground a meter or so away. My blade was held steady at his neck. Not touching, but close enough that he couldn't move.

"I vin." Before I could turn away and proceed to the judges to discuss who the the trophy should go to, our eyes meet. One instant that felt as long a millennium. Then it was gone. Turned and went on my way. Not stopping, even when I herd him say what had once been my name. I walked calmly over to the judges stand and explained to them who was going to get the trophy. I even laughed when the students and teachers gathered there gasped in shock as I told them who I was. I never let my hair down as well as never took off my glasses and the attire was different to my school wear, so it was quite understandable that they didn't know it was me.

After a few minutes of receiving compliments and being called the 'coolest teacher ever' I walked off. I was going to enjoy the rest of the day and besides I had neglected my duties for long enough. As I walk off I felt eyes watching me. I'm not sure how many or if it was just him, but who ever it was, I was planning on making this the last time we met. No use digging up old wounds.

Okay! There it is. Ch. 1 of a very weird story...hope you guys can get who's perspective it is from. And I named him Leon. You'll find out his last name later on. I hope...Anywho. Review. Bitte! Or I may have to sick Hungary's frying pan on you! XD

Translations:

Mein Opa – My grandpa

Ruprecht-Karls-Universität Heidelberg - Ruprecht Karl University of Heidelberg

Herr – Sir/Mr.

Nächst, Gilbert Beilschmidt der teutonischen Reihenfolge von Preußen - Next, Gilbert Beilschmidt of the Teutonic Order of Prussia

Mein Bruder – My brother

Unser letzter Konkurrent heute, Herr Leon des Heiligen römischen Reichs - Our last competitor today, Sir Leon of the Holy Roman Empire

Ein Duell – A duel

Bitte - Please