So this is like a Beta I suppose, I wrote some Hetalia fanfic ages ago and it was alright so I figured I publish to first chapter. If people seem to like it I'll post some more. It is pretty short and yeah but I'm taking a break from writing so I figured I'd just post stuff I've already written.
This is a Female Scotland (because why not?) pretty much the female version of the usual Scotland.
As weapons were cleaned, checked and loaded for battles five countries looked at each other with the same worried eyes.
Green eyes glanced at each other and each gave a firm nod, ready for the battle but not ready to come to understand how many soldiers they would lose.
Scotland was the first voice to speak as she looked around the room. "We all know the plan."
England sighed. "Yes but are we actually ready?"
"Aye, as ready as we'll ever be." Scotland said, raking an anxious hand through auburn hair. "I'll have your back in this fight, Guid look." England smiled slightly as she began to descend into an accent she tried to desperately to control yet realised this was her nerves showing.
"Ma petite, do you think we can win?" France asked her.
"A divin't na, A really don't." She said as she rubbed her eyes with a white gloved hand that would be soon stained with blood. "We can only do our best."
America rubbed his cheek. "I think we can win." He said, though his actions didn't prove his confidence.
"It is possible." England said, straightening the tie of his military clothes. "If we give it our all, how can we lose?"
"Ye sound like ye've never been in a war before lad." Scotland said, leaning on the table with clenched fists. "How do ye think ma da lost against the likes of ye?" She asked. "He just wasn't good enough."
"You can't think like that." Canada said in a quiet voice. "You're strong Ally, you'll win."
"Aye, I guess but..." She sighed. "We'll fight, if a die, at least a die fighting and for what's right." She glanced at her younger brother. "A ain't taking any bullets for ye."
"I didn't expect you to."
Poland laughed and smiled at them. "We won't lose; they're just not cool enough to win."
"Aye, what can weaklings de?"
"We'll win this." America said.
"It's as good as ours." England agreed.
"We'll do our best and win." Canada said.
France nodded with a smile. "When we win petite, you must come stay a day in France."
"Won't you be busy trying to make money from the side lines?" England asked dryly.
"... In a couple years?"
"No."
Hope you enjoyed, I figure I might post another chapter soon because this is way short but I'll probably give it a once over fist. Just to note, I've wrote the 'Scottish' words as how they sound to me. I don't live too far away from there and I can fake the accent but I have no idea how you would go about spelling most of them. I figured that it couldn't be too different from a Geordie accent so I kind of based it a wee bit off that. So we may end up with a Scottish Geordie... we'll never understand a word...