I'm thinking I need to pick a name for the Wish Granter since she will be appearing in the story a few more times. Most likely something Italian since that is her home.
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim rights to Hetalia or its characters.
"KESESESESE! I can't believe it! You are actually on your period?" Prussia cackled loudly. Ten times louder than Germany wanted, she glared at the back of his seat blushing.
They had only been on the plane for half an hour and Italy had already let slip to Prussia that she was on her period. Now she was trapped with Prussia who was craning his neck to look over the back of his seat. She could see he was getting a real kick out of this.
"Bruder, please. Be quiet." Germany said through gritted teeth. She was already irritated from the pain in her stomach, which only had gotten worse on the plane, she could feel her patience slipping away.
"It's ok Germany, don't be mad. There's nothing wrong with it." Italy patted Germany's hand. Germany sighed for what felt like the hundredth time, crossing her arms. She wasn't mad with Italy, it wasn't like she told him to keep it a secret. Not to mention he was genuinely concerned about her.
"So, does this mean you can have kids?" Prussia asked, his face a little serious. Though his question was intended for her, Prussia was eyeing Italy with a strange look.
"Nein, countries cannot get pregnant." Germany answered, recalling asking the same question to Japan when they were buying feminine products. Japan seemed a little solemn when she answered. Germany's gaze dropped, she had never known that female countries couldn't bear children. Though it made sense. If they could, there would be several children countries running around.
"Ah. Ok." Was all Prussia retorted, seeming a little relieved.
The rest of the flight felt long. Italy was continuously making plans on what they should do when they got to the UK, since they would have half a day to spare. Prussia was laughing about how he couldn't wait to see all the countries faces when he showed up. No one besides them and England knew he was coming. Germany had hoped in vain that she could finish her book, but ended up closing it after a while. Every time it seemed like her companions were going to be quiet she would open her book only to have them ask a question or start another conversation.
They landed in the UK and got in a taxi once again and were in the hotel a few minutes later. They spent the rest of their free time exploring London and all the sights. Unfortunately for Germany time flew by too quickly.
It was a few hours before the world conference would begin. Germany had showered, slicked her hair back, and zipped on her binding vest before putting her suit on. She wore a pair of shiny military boots with her clothes, which normally she would never have considered, but they gave her two extra inches in height, which was something she currently needed. As she was putting on her tie and going over her speech about weapon regulations there was a knock on the door. She walked to the door, pulling it open to see Italy. He had returned from changing in his own room, after Germany kicked him out for some privacy. He had slept in her room after coming to her door crying in the middle of the night, blubbering about some strange nightmare.
"Ciao~!"
He walked in without her inviting him in, but Germany was used to this so she didn't bother yelling at him. Instead she walked back to the mirror and continued to get ready. She tucked her tie into her pants and grabbed her jacket glancing at Italy's reflection in the mirror as he sat on her bed and hummed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. She noticed his clothes and frowned.
"Gott Italy, you still don't know how to properly tie a tie?" She walked over and fixed his tie, Italy held perfectly still as she did so, smiling idly at her.
"I don't like ties. They are so uncomfortable!" Italy whined as she tightened the knot up against his neck. He reached up to loosen the note, but she slapped his hand away.
"This is a formal meeting. You are required to make yourself presentable." She scolded him as she fixed his jacket.
"There. Now lets go down to breakfast. Ve have approximately…" She checked her watch.
"…Two hours before the meeting." That meant they would have around an hour and a half to eat at the hotel restaurant.
"Yay! Breakfast!" Italy exclaimed and skipped to the door. Germany shook her head and followed him.
The restaurant, as it turned out, was full of countries who were enjoying their first meal of the day while chatting with each other. Italy immediately ran over to a table where his brother, Romano and Spain were sitting together. Italy chattered loudly to his brother, who seemed irritated by how loud Italy was in the morning. Spain merely laughed light heartedly, enjoying the new company.
As Germany walked over to their table she passed France who was sitting at a smaller table with England. France glanced up at her while sipping a cup of tea, when he suddenly choked and sprayed England in the face while trying to gasp for air.
"UGH! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE, YOU ARSE!" England accused and jumped out of his chair. He wiped his face with a napkin then proceeded to dab at his shirt. Meanwhile France gaped at Germany.
Looks like he remembered after all.
Germany took a seat next to Italy at the table and Romano groaned.
"I didn't know you were bringing the fucking potato-bastard with you!" He growled at Italy, who jumped a little. Romano was particularly sour because he didn't approve of Germany and Italy making up.
He was hoping that Italy would be a man and give Germany the cold shoulder after what Germany had said to him. But his brother proved to be a freaking push over and forgave the bastard at a drop of a hat. And on top of that the bastard had gotten Antonio to trick him into leaving the house so that they could make up! He'd given Antonio quite a hard time after that, but the idiot just took it in stride.
"Fratello, Germany and I made up! Of course he would be eating breakfast with me!" Italy said a little miffed with his brother. Afraid that Germany would leave if Romano upset her. She was still a little emotional after the change, especially since it was currently her time of the month. What if he made her cry?
Germany was smiling though, touched that Italy had defended her, which was not a common occurrence. She glanced at Spain who had been oddly quiet during the whole exchange to see he was staring at her, his fork hovering over his plate.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Romano turned his anger onto Spain, who dropped his fork at the sudden verbal attack.
"Oh! Nothing. Just thinking." Spain lied, giving a weak laugh. Romano just scoffed and took a bite of his meal before it got cold.
Germany frowned as she caught Spain eyeing her once again from the corner of his eye. It seemed he remembered after all!
Germany made a quick mental note to shoot Prussia later!
The rest of breakfast was fairly tense. At least for Germany and Spain. Italy and Romano didn't seem to notice the awkward silence the two were giving each other. Germany was more than thankful when it ended and the countries that were still in the restaurant made their way to the conference room where they continued their conversations. There was quite a bit of whispering as the other countries took in Prussia's presence. He was not an official country anymore since Germany took charge of his territory. He didn't have a reason to be there. Several countries seemed nervous. Hungary glared daggers at him wringing her hands as if she wished she had her frying pan.
The albino didn't seem to notice or care. He had his feet propped on the table and was leaning back in his chair, until Germany walked in and swatted the back of his head. He dropped his feet and sat up straight rubbing the spot where she hit him.
"Vhat vas that for?" He grumbled at her.
"Keep your feet off the table. This is a professional meeting." She scolded him, straightening out her papers and laying them in a neat pile in front of her.
Like every conference France and England were having a heated argument, which most likely had spawned from France spraying England in the face with hot tea. They quieted when Germany called for order and the meeting began.
The first half of the meeting proceeded smoothly, the countries were relatively calm, minus the occasional smart remark. When a lunch break was called the other countries went downstairs to the restaurant for lunch, but Germany rushed to her room, clutching her stomach.
Her cramps had returned with a vengeance, and she needed the pain medication that was in her suitcase. Apparently her flight had not gone unnoticed. Her breathing was labored as she briskly walked down the hallway to her room. The chest vest felt even tighter than normal. Pulling her room key from her pocket, she didn't notice the country following her, until she spoke up behind her as she fumbled with her room key.
"Germany-san?" The voice caused her to jump a little. She winced her hand absently going to her stomach at the sudden movement. But she managed to put on a poker face as she looked over her shoulder to see Japan, who looked a little concerned.
Germany sighed and opened her room walking inside beckoning Japan inside as well. Japan entered, and took a seat in the office chair that was next to the desk in Germany's room.
"Do you need something, Japan?" Germany asked as she walked over to her suitcase and rummaged through it for a small white bottle with a red T on the front.
"I am just making sure that you are doing well. You seemed a rittle pale in the conference room." Japan answered, staring at Germany to see if anything was wrong.
"J-Ja. It's just mein…..meine (my) period." Germany struggled to say the word. It was so embarrassing to admit it. She looked over to Japan who looked a little taken aback. To be honest she had thought it was the vest she had given Germany, she had realized that she may have made it too small, but when she tried to call Germany she was not home and her cell had been off. But it looks like she had been mistaken.
"Arready? That was fast." She mused her hand touching her cheek as she went into thought. This had been a most peculiar month. She had thought that Germany would not have a period for a while since they were all expecting Germany to change back. But it looked like that her change was the "real deal" as America would say.
"Ja. I've got everything taken care of though. No need to be concerned." Germany assured Japan as she found the bottle of pills and held them up for Japan to see. Japan nodded, and stood up, smoothing out her skirt.
"Well, arright then. I wirr see you downstairs for runch?" Japan asked as she walked towards the door.
"Nein. I think I vill lay down for a bit. At least until the medicine starts to vork." Germany didn't have much of an appetite at the moment. Her cramps made her stomach feel uneasy and she wasn't sure she could even keep a meal down.
Japan frowned, not exactly approving of Germany's choice to skip a meal, but she didn't press her otherwise.
"I wirr see you rater then." Was all she said and left the room. Germany took two pills with a glass of water and laid down to rest.
Meanwhile downstairs the other countries were wondering where Germany was. It wasn't like him to skip a meal. All eyes turned to Japan when she entered the restaurant. She merely stated that Germany was not feeling well and was resting. And those who cared seemed to be assured by this and turned to their meals.
When lunch break was over, all the countries returned to the meeting room including Germany, who was feeling a little better, but not by much. The conference resumed, giving a hope that for once there was going to be a world conference without drama.
But then came America's turn to speak. Her speech was about how she planned on ending world hunger by building a machine that would enlarge food to 100 times their size, thus creating giant hamburgers as tall as buildings.
"You bloody git! That has to be your most ridiculous idea yet!" England snapped when America had finished speaking.
"Yo dude, don't be dissin' my idea just because you're pissed that you didn't think of it first. And thank God for that or we'd all die from your terrible food." America stuck her tongue out and gagged. Several other nations chuckled and some nodded in agreement. England's face turned purple with anger.
"THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY COOKING!" He screamed and lunged at America who dodged, laughing hysterically.
"It's too bad your fighting is just as bad as your cooking!" America giggled, and England howled angrily.
"Hon hon hon! She has a point." France chuckled and England swirled around turning on him. He reached out grabbing the French man by the collar of his jacket and shook him violently.
"STAY OUT OF THIS YOU BLOODY CHEESE MONKEY!" England spat, while France squealed trying to break free. America wrapped her arms around England and tried to pull him off of France, laughing.
"Keseseses! Ah, good times." Prussia whispered to Germany, nudging her with her elbow. She merely nodded, and fought back a groan when Prussia's elbow prodded her side, reminding her that the medicine she took hadn't lasted very long. Prussia looked at her, noticing how pale her face was.
"Yo, West, are feeling ok?" He whispered to her. Germany nodded, watching as the three countries fought. She could see as eyes glanced to her, they were expecting her to break up the fight. Normally her temper would have flared moments ago and she would have put the three in their place so order would resume, but Germany had not budged other than to speak to her Bruder.
As the argument progressed and eventually worsened with America and England trying to out scream the other while France gasped for air, more and more eyes turned to Germany expectantly. A drop of sweat ran down the German's brow as she tried to ignore them. She fixed her tie instead, trying to give herself a little more breathing room. The vest felt tighter than ever now.
Once some of the other countries realized she was not going to stop them, they tried to themselves. But were blatantly ignored by the trio or given a very insulting comment. Finally Germany realized this couldn't continue and stood up quickly and tried to take in a breath.
The other countries expected a loud shout, but instead there came a short gasp.
Germany felt the word spin as soon as she stood up from her chair. She gripped onto her chair for balance. Not noticing several heads snap to look at her. Her vision became tunneled all she could see was a blur straight ahead of her. Her hearing became muffled very much like the sensation of having water fill your ears. All she could hear was her lungs gasping for air. But she wasn't getting any air. The vest was constricting her lungs too much. She had no idea that the arguing countries had halted and were now staring at her. Her legs felt weak, they wobbled, and then gave out and Germany crumpled to the floor.
I don't know if any of you guys have ever fainted, but I tried to make it similar to a time I fainted. It sucks when you know what is happening, but you lose consciousness anyways.
Anyways I think that a lack of lunch, oxygen, and cramps would be a good reason for Germany to faint.