Another Hetalia oneshot, this one centring on the Locarno Treaties, where Belgium and France, who had invaded Germany's biggest industrial are in 1923, promised to leave Germany (the Ruhr area). Those three also promised to keep the borders which the Treaty of Versailles had established. (The Treaty of Versailles was the treaty which marked the end of WWI.) France promised to aid Poland and Czechoslovakia if Germany invaded, and Germany promised not to use aggression against his neighbours: France, Belgium, Poland, Czechoslovakia, and Italy. These treaties were negotiated in Locarno: Switzerland. I don't own hetalia.
"You are all gathered here for what?" asked a fairly short blonde boy with dark green eyes. His name was Switzerland. Behind him, peeking around him to the newcomers was a girl of almost the same appearance, Liechtenstein.
"Like, for the Locarno Treaties, totally! Didn't Liet, like, tell you?" responded another boy(?) of dark green eyes and blonde hair who went by the name of Poland. The only differences between Switzerland's and Poland's appearances were that the new boy had bangs and a dumb expression. They even had the same colour uniforms. The first boy grimaced, them motioned for them all to be seated, while dismissing his female clone and sitting in the corner of the room with his shotgun loaded. A brunette trembled in his seat, holding a white flag in his hands, ready to wave it should Switzerland decide to shoot. This boy was Italy.
"Alors, we are here to make several treaties concerning Germany's foreign policy" France said, starting the meeting. He paled the slightest bit at Germany's glare.
"I propose France and Belgium leave the Ruhr." Germany said, calmer than he had been a second ago.
"I think I can manage that..." France said quietly. Germany had always scared the crap out of him.
"Why? You haven't paid us the proper reparations!" Belgium objected.
"I vill pay them!" Germany answered.
"C'est bien! We will leave the Ruhr!" France said, rather excitedly, sparing a moment to give Belgium a 'would-you-please-listen-to-me' face. Belgium nodded ever so slightly.
"We will keep to our Versailles borders." she said.
"Gut." Germany said after a moment. "You won't enter the Rhineland, either?"
"No. Neither will you." France said.
"Fine." Germany responded. France turned to Poland and two other countries. They were the same height, with brown hair of different shades. The boy had dark blue eyes and the girl had hazel. They were holding hands.
"I don't trust him." France whispered to them. "If he attacks either of you, big brother will come save you, ok?" Poland and Czechoslovakia nodded. Germany waited for their mini conference to end, bored.
"Ve~ Germany, why am I here?" asked Italy, still wary of Switzerland behind him.
"You're here for this last part, of course." Belgium answered him. Italy looked clueless. She resisted the urge to squee. France straightened himself up and all heads turned to Germany.
"I promise not to use force against any of you in disputes." he said with a sigh.
"Pinky promise?" asked Italy. Belgium and Poland giggled.
"Ja, Italy."
Translations
Alors = somewhat along the lines of 'ok' or 'let's do it' when one is beginning a speech
vill = Germans say w's as v's.
C'est bien = it's good, or Ok.
Gut = good in German
Ja = yes in German