Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did, there would be you everywhere!
It was just a normal day when suddenly, BAM! Not the distance, you can hear a childish voice ringing out in the distance yelling," Germany, Germany! Russia is being mean to me!"
"Italy, when are you going to grow up?" A mature voice that can only be assumed as Germany.
(In Russia's perspective. Might be a bit OC)
"Italy, why won't that piece of hair stay down?" I said with an annoyed smile on my face. I have been trying to get it to stay down for the past 5 minutes.
"I-i-i-i do not know! It's been like this forever!" For some reason, Italy seems a bit afraid. I do not know why though, I am a very welcoming and nice country. Almost all the country's are afraid of me for some reason. The only one who isn't, is Belarus. She keeps trying to marry me and at the same time making me scared.
"Well, you can borrow some of my extreme hold hair gelthen, huh." I said with a welcoming smile.
"N-n-n-n-no thank you, Russia. I- I- I- I- I- have already tried using that."
"Oh, well, to bad."
Italy had turned his head away from me and looking off into the distance with a hopeful look on his face. As I go to turn my head, I hear Italy yell,"Germany, Germany! Russia is being mean to me!
I see Germany shake his head in annoyance,"Italy, when are you going to grow up?" He sighed deeply.
"Hello, Germany." I wave my hand in greeting.
"Oh, ah. Hallo, Russia. Beautiful day outside, right? Different weather than you have in Russia?"
"Yes. Well, I must be on my way. I want to make it there before Belarus makes a stake out right outside of my house." Germany and I laugh for a few minutes before I head back to my place.
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