One, because I am totally and seriously from a Prussian Royal Line (Family history is fun~!). Two, Gilbert needs more damn love. Three, I totally support Austria ass rapin- I mean, ass loving Prussia(aka Roderich screwing Gilbert in the ass). Four, I'm totally bored outta my mind and think that other people from Prussian, not German, PRUSSIAN heritage need more love.

That being said, I DON'T HETALIA. However, I do own myself. My real name and home ain't used mostly because I dunno what kind of pervs are reading this. However, I seriously do own a crowbar and am not afraid to grab it and beat the shit outta offenders. So, I am not trying to make a mary-sue outta myself. I haven't had the need to use my crowbar to it's full potential yet. Threats are fun...

Chapter One

Hana and Amelia

The soon to be 18 year old american girl sat in the book store's cafe. She had dark blonde hair, with blue eyes with red around her pupils. Her goodwill-bought laptop was surfing through Transformers fanfics on fanfiction dot net. She let out a snort of one with an OC with Optimus Prime, and then worse yet, Mikaela with Optimus.

'These people are gross~!' She thought in contempt of those fans. But whatever, it was just her own silly opinion.

"Hey, this seat taken?" The girl looked up and saw a man she had only seen on TV, in the newspaper and most definitely in history books back in her senior year. She stared, and blushed.

'Hott damn, Alfred is way more cuter in person!'

"Uh, uhm, no! It's not taken!" She quickly closed her laptop upon seeing other people with her country's embodiment, and stood up. "In fact, I was just leaving!" She shoved her laptop in her bag, and shoved it's cord in from being plugged into the cafe's wall. She went to put something else in when her crowbar fell out. Her eyes widened and she shoved it quickly back in. At least she tried to.

A hand stopped her from doing so. A pale hand grabbed her crowbar from her weak grasp and the hand's owner stared at it. She stared at the tall man with violet eyes.

'Kyah! RUSSIA IS HOOOOOTT!' She thought, blue eyes wide. The Russian grinned but did not return her crowbar.

"Da, a crowbar is a very good weapon. I myself prefer a pipe!"

"DON'T ENCOURAGE HER!" A voice shouted and the girl cringed as her best friend walked over. A girl a year younger than her, but most definitely looked older by at least four years, was glaring with blue eyes.

"Uhm, uhm, H-Herr Russia, th-this is m-my fr-freund, H-Hana" America smiled.

"Ah, Amelia, you silly. No need to be nervous. I was just showing Russia and a few of the other nations around the town. Why don't you and Hana come with us? You two are locals, aren't you?" Amelia went rigid as Hana smiled.

"Sure, America-sama. Right Rhythm?" She just paled.

"U-uhm, H-Herr R-Russia... M-May I h-have m-m-my cr-crowb-bar b-back...?" She was intimidated, she'd admit. After all, Russia was big and, quite frankly, scary as hell. Normally, any other guy, she'd bitch and grab her crowbar back and try to beat them senseless. Russia, not only is he a nation, he is a diplomat, and a really frikkin' huge man.

"Da! Here you go!" He said something in Russian. Amelia couldn't understand it, but she didn't care as she shoved her crowbar back.

"Uhm, H-Hime, I-I think we sh-should g-go n-now." She said.

"Why? Why don't we hang with them. America did invite us to, you know."

"I... I..." Hana's eyes widened.

"Oh my god... Z, you aren't... You aren't scared, are you?" Hana asked.

"NO! I am NOT scared! Why would I be scared!" 'This man just literally destroyed my country...' She thought to herself. "Besides, Shark Week started and a show is on! I wanna go watch that MythBusters episode, you know!" Hana rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. I'll stay with them. Besides, they need a local girl. Not some South Carolinan Prussian-wannabe." Amelia glared.

"At least I had the guts to take the language of my heritage." She scoffed, "Du bist ein flegel. Taking Spanisch." She walked off with her bag, her chain on her wallet jingling as she did. Hana shrugged off her friend's foreign words, unsure of their meaning.

"Whatever. So! Where do you guys wanna go?" She asked the Nations. Most looked worried, confused even. Russia was smiling. Germany was shocked. That girl may have been why his brother hadn't died with his country...

"How about we show them around the historical parts? Like, not battles or anything. Oh! Maybe Devil's Den? It's fun to climb! We try to ignore the Civil War part of it, and I tell the reason behind the name!" Hana said, completely forgetting it was Amelia's favorite place to go and think after an argument, no matter how little it was.

"Sure." America said, flinching slightly at the mention of the Civil War. Hana led them out of the cafe, walking to Devil's Den on the battlefields of Gettysburg near the book store.

Amelia climbed Devil's Den, her bag on her shoulder. Some people were on tour groups, learning of the Civil War. She herself wanted to get up there, and draw. She was a horrible artist, her latest being the best human she had ever drawn, but it was still poor.

She climbed into the Sharp Shooters' area, and sat. She pulled out her sketchbook, which resembled the Deathnote far too close, and turned to the first page. Her latest piece of art. She smiled. It was stupid. It was just a picture of an anonymous Power Ranger.

"The Sharp Shooters place is up here! You can see just about the entire fields up there!" She froze, hearing Hana's voice. She cussed in German. She went to put her notebook away when a hand grabbed it.

"Wow! Did you do this Amelia? Ve, it is so good for a girl your age!" An Italian voice said.

"Italy! It's rude to steal other people's belongings!" America said, coming over. He saw Amelia. "Oh, I thought you were gonna go watch that Shark Week MythBusters special." Amelia stood up, and snatched her book back. She picked up her bag.

"I had a few moments to spare. Jetzt, if you'll excuse me Herr Jones, I'll be going." She stalked off. A hand grabbed her arm.

"Warten." She stopped, the grip on her arm strong. She hissed.

"Sie liess mich los, sonst." She snapped.

"Sie mussen nicht, warum mein Bruder ist tot." He said. She paused.

"Was?"

"Wir werden im privaten Gespracht."

"Hier." She wrote down her number and gave it to him. "Anruf mit den Einzelheiten. Auf Wedersehen." She climbed down the hard way, ignoring Hana's call of 'be careful Baka!'. She got down safely, and headed off for her home.

End

A/N My friend and I have never fought like that before. She's German too, but not Prussian(That we're aware of).

German Translations

Herr – Mister

Freund – Friend, roughly. I'm not really using proper German grammar.

Du bist ein flegel – You are a brat. Roughly though. I used a translator for the word brat.

Jetzt – Now

Warten – To Wait. That is the literal meaning of the verb.

Sie liess mich los, sonst – I used a translator. It's roughly "You will let go of me, or else".

Sie mussen nicht, warum mein Bruder ist tot – Translator: You must be why my brother is not dead.

Was- What

Wir werden im privaten Gespracht – We will talk in Private

Hier. Anruf mit den Einzelheiten – Here. Call with the details

Auf Wedersehen – If my memory is correct, it roughly means "See you again" or something. It's like a "good bye" or something. It's been atleast a year and a half since I took German 3.

Russian

Da – Yes

Japanese

Hime – Princess

Hana – Flower. Is a name.

Baka – Idiot, moron, etc.