The Storyteller (Prussia X Hungary X Austria) Fanfic

by MinxTheFandomNerd

Elizabeta is left in her Jewish vilage, even if she isnt Jewish. The Nazi military start to come into the town to look over the colony. She is then terrorised Daily by the "Best looking" Soldier Gilbert. A monster is loose and killing innocent people, the same time a mysterious man appears in town. Elizabeta befriends him and then the problems start.(Contains sensitive material)

1. Chapter 1 - The Beginning of The Dark

The Storyteller- Hetalia Fanfic

2014

WELL HELLOOO!~~~

So i've been reading a book called "The Storyteller" By Jodi Picoult and there is a pretty awesome sidestory in it. I decided to make a Hetalia fanfic from it because it is about World War 2 and there some pretty deep stuff. I thought Prussia,Austria and Hungary would be perfect. So i do not own the original content from the book but i do own this little story and this made me so here you all go! I do hope you like this because i'm still writing it all!

Chapter One- Lies

Everyone knows that if you sin, you go to hell. To be honest, I completely forgot. In these times, there's too much other types of sinning going on that one little thing like this can be forgotten. I almost died in this ordeal that I figured out was not worth the risk. Gilbert tells me that I did the right thing; however, I do not believe a word he says. The fact that he is always lying does not make me think it is right. Even now I still think this is a lie. Many innocent lives (well, a few) were taken during the time I have wrote this. Luckily, there are now no more being taken by God's hands.

It started during the war. Some soldiers had to stay in their countries. I was in my home country, Hungary, at the time. Some soldiers had come to my town to look over us all. To be honest, at least half of the people in my town were Jewish. I, however, was Christian and I still am. I worked in a bakery. I was known for my skills and apparently my looks around town. That meant I got flirted with a lot.

"Elizabeta!" Someone shouted, which woke me from my daydreaming. Elizabeta was my name, but I was occasionally called Liz.

"Hmm—What" I asked sleepily. My eyes met some red ones, Damn.

"Well hello there, my little flower" He smirked. "How are you today?" His navy-ish military suit was gleaming slightly. It was Gilbert. His smug face was full of scars

"What do you want" I glared at him. He then suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"You know what I want" Gilbert laughed softly. I tried to pull away but his grip was too strong "I Will be back later" and with that, he left. I was then again left alone in the quiet of my shop, only the whir of the oven left on. I breathed a heavy sigh, of course I knew what he wanted. He was a sex addict of a soldier. I laughed at this, thinking how funny it actually was. Suddenly, a blonde haired woman entered the shop. I had never seen her before. For some reason, I couldn't stop staring at her chest. She had a weird Russian-like accent.

"Ah yes…. Good morning" She broke the silence "Are you Elizabeta?"

"Ya, Why?" I asked softly, meeting her sky blue eyes. Wait, Why was I even looking? I looked away from them and focused on the desk.

"I have an order? Miss Yektarina Branginskya?" She said softly. Her voice was soft and calm. I looked at the paper and nodded.

"Yes, you're here" I went out the back and got her the order. "Here you go…"

"Thank you" She smiled and left. I followed her out with my eyes and noticed a tall man beside her. He looked, strange. I almost thought he was smirking at me. There was a red substance on his lips. I shook my head and when I looked back, they were gone.