Disclaimer - I do not own Hetalia
So, I know I'm a bit late...and I really have no excuse. So, last time the fights began, and now we see some aftermath...enjoy!
Also, as I mentioned earlier, even though Belgium is Netherlands' sister in the canon series, she is France's brother in this series, since they do look more alike in my opinion. But in this chapter, we will be introduced to the 'Dutch' Belgium...
"This is hopeless," Serbia groaned as she downed a glass of beer. They were both sitting at a table in France's house, and they had notable injuries.
"You said it," France agreed. "I had no idea Germany had such a good left hook."
"Or that Austria isn't as gentleman-like as he seems," Serbia sighed. "Pretty sure what he did to me is considered rape in the human world."
"Come on, guys, don't give up!" Russia exclaimed enthusiastically as he walked over and clapped his hands. "We'll get through this!"
"You will," Serbia sighed in a dazed tone, now rather drunk. "I…I've gotta…ugh…"
"She is an odd girl," France commented.
"Still, not often you see women in war. You must respect that, da," Russia said. "Anyways, I think it's time we rounded up some more allies, and…Britain, come over here!"
Britain had been sitting on the sofa nearby drinking coffee when he stood of and walked over.
"Hey, France, this tastes like shit!" Britain yelled at him, spewing the beverage all over France's face.
"Britain, please, I am not in the mood…" France groaned.
"Anyways," Britain said, turning to face Russia. "What did you want?"
"I want you to call the numbers of all these countries," Russia stated, handing him over a sheet of parchment. "They're all neutral as of now, and it is up to you to persuade. You can do that, yes?"
"Er…I suppose," Britain replied. "How many numbers are there?"
"Fourteen," Russia replied. "You have fun, yes?"
"Very well," Britain sighed as he walked off.
(Britain: "Hetalia!")
A couple of hours later, there was a knock on the door.
"Well, I see Britain succeeded," Russia said in delight as he walked over and opened the door.
"Good day, I am the mighty, awesome Prussia! Here to tell you some news!" exclaimed the man at the door.
"Oh, Prussia. You are here to join us, yes?" Russia smiled.
"Haha, no!" Prussia chuckled. "I came here to deliver something to France. I'd love to see the look on his face when he sees it!"
"Sorry, but I cannot allow in the house. Is most dangerous, but I will make sure he gets it," Russia offered, and Prussia was about to object when Russia slammed the door in his face.
"Thank you, bye-bye," Russia called out, and Prussia held onto his nose, which was now bleeding, with a scowl on his face.
Russia went into the kitchen and handed France the package. France groaned as he ripped off the letter that was on top.
"To that pussy France guy
I, the might awesome Prussia, with help from my brothers in the central powers, have kidnapped Belgium and caused her severe injuries…"
France dropped the letter in shock.
"Belgium!? Mon sœur!?" he yelled in shock.
"Unfortunately, it seems," Russia sighed as he read the rest of the note. "…and we also have her husband, Flanders.
Yours truly, not –
The mighty, awesome Prussia.
P.S. That package contains her teeth."
"EW!" France screeched as he pushed the package off the counter. He then proceeded to rock back and forth in his chair.
Serbia was sitting next to him, and gazed with a raised eyebrow.
"He'll be fine in a week. Trust me," Russia assured her.
(Russia – "Hetalia!")
Belgium lay down in a bed in one of the spare room's of Austria's house, and she was in a full-body cast.
A guy in a bed beside her with bushy black hair (Flanders - フランダース) looked similarly injured.
"Hello, you two," Hungary greeted as she walked into the room, with Slovakia following behind her.
"Hi," the two of them croaked.
"I'm very sorry about what happened. Germany can be very aggressive when he gets going," Hungary apologized.
"It's…alright," Belgium sighed. "A rest from the war was what I needed."
"And I'll be okay as long as I'm with you," Flanders added, turning to face Belgium.
"Oh, you sweetheart," Belgium blushed.
"How exactly did you two get together?" Slovakia muttered as he searched through some nearby shelves.
"Well, Slovakia, it's a long story," Belgium began.
"Good, in this place, I have all the time you want," Slovakia sighed as he continued to search. "Oh, and you got my name right!"
"Well, it wasn't that hard," Belgium stated.
"Slovakia, what are you looking for?" Hungary asked curiously.
"A couple of ice-packs. Czechia got wasted last night," Slovakia stated.
"Again? That girl drinks more beer than Germany," Hungary groaned. "Austria's going to kill her."
"Relax, Austria won't be back for weeks. He's at Germany's house planning war tactics," Slovakia assured her. "Anyways, I better get this to her quick!"
He quickly ran down the hall with that.
"He never told me he was leaving," Hungary pouted.
"Calm down, Hungary, I'm sure he was in a rush," Belgium assured her.
"Sometimes, I just don't understand him," Hungary sighed. "So, how did you get together?"
"Wait! Don't start without me!" Slovakia exclaimed, and he accidentally tripped over at the doorframe.
"Are you okay?" Hungary asked as she quickly helped him up.
"Yeah," Slovakia assured her, before looking at his loafers. "I seem to have gotten some scratches on my shoes, though. Eh, I can just get Bosnia to clean them later."
He kicked them off and sat on a chair next to Hungary.
"Okay, I'm ready!" he exclaimed excitedly.
Hungary looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"What? Anything to distract from the war," Slovakia said in defense.
"Very well," Belgium chuckled weakly. "It started all the way back in the 16th century…"
(Chibi Belgium and Flanders - ちびベルギー、フランダース)
A younger Belgium, Flanders and Netherlands were all sitting at the kitchen table of Spain's house, desperately trying to ignore the moans that were coming out of his bedroom.
"Get off me, you stupid cunt!" Romano screamed from inside. "Get your hands off my spaghetti strands!"
"Ugh," Belgium groaned. "Mr Spain has gone crazy!"
"You said it," Netherlands agreed. "He's a really messy guy, and he makes me worship that corrupt church! I say we have a talk with him!"
With that, Netherlands stood up and stomped over to Spain's door, before banging his fist against it.
"Mr Spain!" he roared. "Mr Spain!"
"Open the door, you bastard!" Romano yelled.
"Fine," Spain sighed. "Don't you dare move."
He opened the door and looked down at Netherlands.
"Ah…Holland, is it? What's wrong?" he asked rather impatiently.
"We are unsatisfied with your living conditions!" Netherlands yelled. "Isn't that right?"
"Yeah," Belgium and Flanders, who were both behind him, mumbled.
"Well, that's just too bad," Spain said, narrowing his eyes. "What are you going to do about it?"
"We'll go to war!" Netherlands exclaimed triumphantly.
Belgium and Flanders both looked at each other in shock.
There was quick montage of still frames. The first depicted Spain's army, the second depicted Netherlands and co, and then back and forth showing things such as Belgium getting shot in the leg, and Spain getting an arrow to the nose, but it was so quick that it was hardly noticeable.
"Fine," Spain groaned as he lay on his belly in the battlefield with scratches all over his face. "You three can go free! See if I care!"
"Yay!" Netherlands cheered as the three of them walked off. "We are free from his Spain, and his corrupt church!"
"Aw," Belgium sighed. "But I liked the church," and Flanders nodded in agreement.
"You will follow my new protesting church or I will refuse to live with you!" Netherlands fumed.
"Fine!" Belgium and Flanders exclaimed, and they both stomped off.
"Okay, good luck without me!" Netherlands yelled at them.
"Psh, who needs him?" Flanders scoffed. "We can get by on our own."
"Agreed," Belgium replied. "We..."
Suddenly she stomped when they accidentally bumped into Austria, who happened to be standing nearby.
"Guten tag," he greeted. "I don't know how you are, but you look useful. You're going to live with me."
With that, he grabbed both of their hands and walked off with them.
"I hope we don't become his Romano's," Belgium squeaked, and Flanders nodded in agreement.
Hey, hey, papa, let me have some beer
Hey, hey, mama, hey, hey, mama
It doesn't matter what I do I'll never forget
The taste of fries with mussels won't get out of my head
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
I am Belgium!
Ah, the world around us can be seen with the stroke of a single brush
I'm not as boring as you think!
Hetalia!
"I will not get into war! NEVER-NEVER-NEVER!" Switzerland yelled at Britain, who was sitting in an office, from the other end of the line.
"Okay, thank you for your co-operation. Goodbye," Britain, who looked exhausted, concluded, before slamming the receiver down on the telephone.
"Hello, Britain," Russia greeted as he came into the study. "I thought I'd check on your progress."
"I just called the last one," Britain sighed, handing Russia the sheet.
"Okay," Russia nodded, and he started to read it. "Netherlands said no, Spain said no, Romania said maybe later, Greece said 'once I get off the sofa'…yadda-yadda-yadda…wait a minute!"
He pointed at the bottom of the sheet as he handed it back to Britain, "You forgot to call him."
"Do I have to?" Britain groaned. "He's a huge liability! And he's incredibly annoying!"
"In this war, we take all the help we can get," Russia said sternly. "Now call him."
"But…" Britain protested.
"CALL HIM!" Russia screamed, and Britain squeaked before picking up the receiver and dialling the phone number. "I will check on you later. Bye-bye, now."
Britain groaned as he put the receiver to his ear, "Hello? Yes. I would like to make a proposal to you…"
つづく
And that is today's chapter! So, Serbia and France are in ruins, but not as much as Belgium, and Austria is a shitty husband it seems, but who was Britain calling? Is it not obvious?
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