Disclaimer:

Me: Do I own Hetalia?

Raven: Nevermore!

Me: Do I own Blackrock?

Raven: Nevermore!

Me: The Patriot?

Raven: Nevermore!

Me :( Pouts)

Raven: You don't own this poem, either!

Me: HOLY FREAKING COW! YOU CAN TALK? (Not Family Guy reference. Don't own that either.)

Raven: *Face palm*

Yeah, so, um I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

WARNING: Really sad at the beginning! Mentions of rape (America lets her watch Blackrock.) Slight spoilers for the Patriot and Blackrock (HALF Gs FTW!)

Ch.1

Prussia's pov

I sighed. I had to tell America that I was dating Canada. I had already told France, who couldn't really get too mad, mostly because he forgot he HAD a son. Poor Canada. At least America SOMETIMES remembers Canada. That's good. I mean, as a brother myself, I know how important that bond is. I've been thinking about brothers lately. I didn't know why. "America…" "Hang on, dude" he interrupted. How dare he interrupt the awesome me? "Who's that little girl over there?"

"I don't know. Could she be a new country?" As we got closer to her, we could see she had been crying.

"P-Paul?" She squeaked. She couldn't be more than seven or eight. "C-Carl? Where are you guys?" She might not be a country after all. "I'm sorry! Please come back! Where are you? I found someone who will recognize us as official countries! P-p-please c-come b-back!" Or maybe she WAS a country. "Oh!" She said as she saw us. "Um, I-I-I…."

"It's okay dude! Were countries too! Well, I am, he" America pointed at me, "used to be. I'm America, this," wha- he pointed again! That's rude! "is Prussia. Don't cry! We'll help you! Now, what's wrong?"

"H-hi, I'm Magrimpaland, but you can call me Imp. I can't find my older brothers, Grispaulato or Icarliwer, but I call them Paul and Carl."

"Well, we'll help you find them! What do they look like?"

"Well, Paul is a ginger, like me. He's also kind of tall and thin. Carl is also tall and thin, but he has curly brown hair. There both around seventeen, well, physically at least."

"Um, do they look like this?" He pulled out a picture of two boys that fit the description.

"YES! That's them! You found them!" America and Imp both looked like they were about to cry, but Imp was about to cry with joy, while America just looked….heartbroken.

"Um, Prussia, dude, can I talk to you for a second?" I rolled my eyes. "America, you found ze girl's brothers, just take her to zem!"

"It's more complicated than that. I did find her brothers but, well, they were supposed to meet with someone about becoming official nations, but there was a broken gas line in the building. One of them lit a cigarette and the whole place just, blew up. They didn't make it out."

"W-what?" Crap! She had good hearing. "My brothers are dead?"

After about five hours of crying, little Imp started to not only look grief-stricken, but also scared and guilty. "Who's going to take care of me?"

"Vell, maybe ve can."

"Yeah that's a great idea! I always wanted a little sister! Hey, can she come over to my house first? Pleeeeaasssse?"

"Um, sure, I guess. Kesesesese! I need to get my house set up anyvay."

"Awesome!"

""Hey, Vest!"

"Ja?"

"Get rid of all your porn, ve have a little girl moving in und I don't vant her to see it!"

"Vhat? Zis is mien house und you can't just invite little girl's over to live vith us! Und I DON'T HAVE ANY PORN!"

"Ja, you do!" Said Austria. Wait, AUSTRIA? Did he just appear out of thin air? "Now," he continued, "I miss having a little girl around the house!" "Kesesesese vhat are you talking about? You never lived vith a little girl!"

"Well, I thought Italy was one! So, Germany, how would you like me to tell Italy that you were Holy Roman Empire?"

"You vouldn't!"

"I would!"

"Grrrrrr… ok fine, she can stay, but I'm not getting rid of my porn…. Vhich I do not have…."

"Fine! But at least hide it! Ze awesome me vill not be responsible for traumatizing a little girl!"

Ok, I'm responsible for traumatizing a little girl.

I just had to leave her with that idiot America.

"Imp! I'm here to pick you up! Vhere are you?"

"Hi, big brother Prussia!" Aaaww! She was so cute! I just had to give her a hug!

"B-big b-b-brother?" She whimpered. Without letting her go, I asked, "Vhat's vrong?"

"WAAAAAHHHH! BIG BROTHER AMERICA! HELP! BIG BROTHER PRUSSIA IS TRYING TO RAPE ME! (A/N Just keep reading, it will be explained.) What? I would never do that! That would be totally unawesome!

"Sigh, I'm on it. Imp, Prussia was NOT trying to rape you. He was just giving you a hug." "Oh, okay, sorry big brother Prussia. Um, I'll go get my suitcase." Then she ran off.

"Vhat ze hell vas zat?"

"Hehe, sorry about that, dude! We just got done watching Blackrock, so she's a little paranoid."

Oh, ok, that made se- wait WHAT? "YOU LET A LITTLE GIRL VATCH BLACKROCK? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"

"Sorry! I was trying to cheer her up, so I put on the Patriot, and she wanted to watch more movies by "the blond guy" and South Korea stole The Dark Knight and Australia had given me Blackrock as a birthday present and I didn't have any other-"

"YOU LET HER VATCH ZE PATRIOT?"

"Yeah! It always cheers me up!"

"Do you have any idea how VIOLENT zat movie is? It's rated R!"

"Yeah, I never really understood that."

"It's rated for ze VIOLENCE!"

"Big brother Prussia?" Squeaked a little voice. It was Imp. "I'm ready!"

"Good. Now come."

"Big brother Prussia?"

"Ja?"

"What does happen to pretty boys in jail?"

"….. You don't need to know."