Disclaimer: You must be terribly mistaken, I do not own Hetalia. However I do own my OCs, not the actual countries though.
Czech Republic and Slovakia were all dressed up and cute. Why? Germany was having his friend, Italy, over. This was no meeting of countries or because their bosses told them to get along. It was simply because they were friends and Italy also wanted to see Austria and Miss Hungary again.
Prussia was creeping up on Austria and Hungary as usual, but everyone was already expecting it and very used to his odd behavior and show of love and affection. By the time Italy had shown up at the German's house, Czech and Slovakia were becoming more and more restless by the second. The two tackled the nation at the door and clung onto his legs. The oldest nation thought he was under attack and immediately raced to Germany for refuge.
"Germany! Germany! Help, I'm being attacked!" The brunet yelled to his friend as he hopped into the man's arms, wailing and crying as if he were hurt.
The Aryan man scowled and set the Italian down on his feet. He barked at Austria, "Will you get these two away!" It was more of a demand. Still, the man was angry and the young children that would soon represent Czechoslovakia were attached to Italy's legs.
"We want candy!" They shouted loudly, not ready to give up anything. It wasn't as if they had anything to start with. The best part of the scenario was that they two had refused to take their naps and were now cranky as ever. Of course, they were also unaware of how soon they would be eating which had already resulted in the two tackling Germany's house guest.
At their chanting, Italy came to realize that the twins really were all right and were not about to attack him for his land or rich culture. So he sat down and carefully plucked a child from each leg. "I don't have any candy." He admitted to the children as Germany went to go find some candy and get Austria's children out of his hair. "Oh, you two look exactly alike! How am I supposed to tell you apart?" He asked and scratched his head.
"I'm West!"
"No, you're Czech! I'm East!"
"Kesesese..." Suddenly Prussia jumped out of the couch cushions and into the conversation. "Germany is West and I am East!" He remarked triumphantly for solving the situation...
Both Czech and Slovakia began sobbing.
Realizing his suggestion had only made matters worse, he muttered a soft, "Or not..." and left (for his emo corner) the room.
"I have a brilliant idea!" Italy announced happily, making both of the children stop crying and gaze up at him in sheer wonder and amazement. After all, how could someone so weak look like a hero just by having an idea? The brown-eyed nation took out a black marker and wrote on their foreheads. "There! That solves it!" He cheered.
The two stared in awe at the other as they read each others foreheads.
As Italy stood there happily while the younger two were amused into silence, Austria and Germany walked into the room. The first thing Austria saw was Italy, then the marker in his hand, then the "E" and "W" marked on his children's foreheads. The "mother" shrieked and began to scream at all three located on the floor. Austria's actions caused Germany to nearly drop the candies he had finished making not too long ago.
"Mama, what's wrong?" The twins cried loudly as they looked up at the purple eyed man. "Mama, what's wrong?" They repeated as Austria began scolding Italy.
"Ve~ Austria? Why are they calling you "Mama"?" Italy finally asked, only after holding back tears like the good old days.
As the Austrian went to open his mouth and answer the younger brunet male, Hungary entered the room. "Italy! It's been such a long time!" She gabbed as she went to hug the younger nation. She was about to go reminiscing about old times with the boy and his former "homo" voice as they had called it so long ago, but Italy still didn't have an answer to his question.
"Hey, Hungary, how come those two call Mr. Austria "Mama"?" He asked as he went to take a seat with Hungary on the couch.
The only woman in the room let out a playful little giggle-snort before beginning. "Czech and Slovakia came out of Austria, silly! And the Mama is the one children come out of. I thought you knew that already, Italy." She said with a smile on her face. Oh, how she loved to take advantage of Austria's man-wife status.
However unfortunate, or fortunate, Austria had heard his... Er- female husband's...? reasoning behind the madness and didn't know how he was supposed to react to such a claim. Yes, it was true that in his younger days, men wore short skirts and male nudity was accepted... But... But... But... IT JUST WASN'T FAIR! "Why must I be the Mother?" He wanted to ask, but could not say, because he couldn't find his voice through all the shock. The man could only hope that Hungary had not told their children about his manly legs of glory, especially not in those skirt-like outfits he had worn in his years of youthfulness.
Oh what a day this was becoming...
I want to thank my one reviewer, MetronomeSpinner. I have another Czechoslovakia story on here, if you are interested. It's called Czechoslovakia's Pants, and I find it funny and helpful if you are studying WWII.
Chapter updates will probably be a bit more sparatic now that I'm starting up my junior year of high school.
