This is different from my regular stories, more of a ficlet type thing. As the title says, it will be fifty chapters. I'm going to try and use every Hetalia character. Not sure if there's fifty official characters…we'll see, we'll see. Also unlike my others, this is a current work, so any characters you want to see sooner than others, shoot me a request in the comments!
Enjoy!
I do not own Hetalia or anything of the sorts.
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Tip #1: Always know when to leave.
You had always enjoyed listening to stories of the past. Especially when you could correct them, you being a sort of immortal nation and all. When you heard about "Aunt Elsie" and her retellings of World War II, you had to go. Your host, however, didn't find this as much of an exciting occasion. As soon as you mentioned the name, he crossed his arms and looked down at you with those serious blue eyes.
"No."
"Pleeaase?"
"No."
You pouted.
"Why not?"
"I don't understand why you'd want to pay money to hear this woman spurt fabricated stories. You were there."
You smiled and grabbed his wrist.
"That's the point."
Being as convincing as you were, you managed to drag the blonde along to a small museum. Right at the front there was a flimsy sign, announcing Aunt Elsie's stories. Ever faster, you made your way into a small room where an old woman sat at the front. You bit your lip from squealing, giving Germany's hand an enthusiastic squeeze. He sighed.
The woman went on to tell about her time as a nurse, treating the German soldiers fresh from the battlefront. Most of it was accurate. The way she told it was more exciting than others you had listened to.
"Then there was this one man," she recalled, getting a faraway look in her eyes.
"He was all about business. His hair was always slicked back, his uniform never dirtied. Occasionally, he would come to where I was posted. He would always say hello, wishing me well. I have to admit, however foolish it was, I fell head over heels in love with him."
You felt Germany shift next to you. Oh the drama, knowing he could never come back again one day out in the war.
"One night, when the barracks were empty, I came to him. We had chatted before, we knew each other. He seemed oblivious to what I was letting on. All I knew was I had to have him before he left for Italy again."
"Erm," Germany muttered.
You could guess why he was uncomfortable, but an old woman couldn't go into that much detail. There weren't any children here either, so he shouldn't feel as squeamish. You were both mature adults, even if you had a laughing fit over the occasional person falling over a banana peel.
Aunt Elsie licked her lips, reading the next part of the story.
"I pushed him down on one of the bunks, yet even then, in my vulnerable state, he refused. He was too full of honor. But not all of it was honor, I later found out. He confessed to me later he had met a woman, of similar military rank as him. She was exotic, from another country he adored. From the way he talked about her, I could tell he was deeply in love."
"Then he went on to tell me about his desire for her, about how he would ravish her body when-"
"Er, I think it's time to go," Germany said silently to you.
"It just got interesting!" you whined, planting your hands firmly on the ground.
Aunt Elsie was about to demonstrate a particular act with her hands. Germany grabbed you, covering your ears. Why'd he have to be so practical? She was almost going to reveal the German soldier's name! Oh well, you'd go to visit her later. You'd only be satisfied once you had all the details.
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