This is a story I'm writing for my friend (Hi, Asia!) because her favorite Hetalia character is Prussia and she roleplays as him. I decided I would try posting it, so tell me what you think! :)

Chapter 1

It started off as a normal day, but then again, it always does. Prussia was visiting America while the UN meeting went on, and was exploring New York City quite cheerfully. Then he met Robert Castor.

Robert Castor was what he called the stereotypical American: fat, hamburger-munching, loud, obnoxious, and rather dumb. He had approached Prussia and gazed consideringly at him, chewing his hamburger and looking much like an old, fat cow. After a minute, just when Prussia was getting really creeped out, he spoke.

"'m Robert Cast'r. Yur an 'lbino." He said in a slurred voice. Prussia started to wonder if maybe he was drunk. That would be wonderful (note the sarcasm).

Prussia cocked an eyebrow. "Yes, I am." He normally would, of course, be bragging about how awesome he was and generally oozing narcissism, but something about this guy threw him off. Maybe it was the dull, stupid stare that just about screamed that he was being judged. Maybe it was the horrible stench around him and the reek of his breath. Either way, this guy was really getting on his nerves.

"Where yoo from?" Robert drawled. "Yoo got a furny accent." He said (a little hypocritically in Prussia's opinion).

"I'm from Prussia!" He declared proudly. This was when his life fell apart.

"Wazzat?"

At first, Prussia wasn't too bothered. The poor, stupid American probably thought he had said Russia. After all, nobody cared about that douchebag. "Maybe you didn't hear me correctly. I said I'm from Prussia. You know, European superpower? The awesomest country ever?"

Robert scowled. "I heard yoo th' first time, boy! What I asked was what yoo were yabberin' about! There ain't no place called Prussia!"

Prussia just about fainted dead away. "N-never heard of Prussia?" He asked weakly.

"Nope." Robert said, popping the 'p'.

Prussia stared at him for a moment before turning and sprinting at full speed towards the meeting building, screaming his brother's name the entire two blocks.

"Shut it, Frenchie!"

"Non! You're so cruel to me, Angleterre!"

"Ahahahaha! It's okay, Iggy! Let the hero handle this one!"

"Everyone shut up! Can you all hear that?" Germany interrupted. Someone was running down the hallway, screaming Germany's name at the top of their lungs. It was quite surprising that they hadn't heard it before.

"GERMANY GERMANY GERMANY GERMANY!" It was Prussia. "GERMANY GERMANY GERMANY GERMANY!" He burst through the door, looking absolutely terrified with his face even paler than usual, his hair a mess and eyes wide.

"Bruder? What happened to you?" Germany asked in surprise.

"There... was a man..." Prussia panted. "He asked me where I was from... because apparently he was intimidated by my awesome good looks and accent, and... he's never heard of me before! The awesome Prussia! How could he have never heard of the awesome Prussia?" He finished off faintly, staring fixedly at his little brother.

"Is that it?" Germany asked, exasperated.

"What do you mean, is that it? This is a tragedy!" Prussia said indignantly.

"Bruder, lots of Americans are ignorant. It's nothing to have a fit about." Germany tried to reason.

Prussia cut him off. "But I'm Prussia. How could the world forget me?" He looked around in despair while the UN exchanged looks. He was forgotten?