I do not own Hetalia! But I wish I did!
Hey guys! Some of you know me from the other stories I have written and you know that I always write an introduction like this before every chapter. This one will be longer because this is a new story. The first time I will be tackling a long Hetalia story; a Hetalia story in general! I have loved the show so much that I felt the need to write a story for it. This will be in 3rd person since all I have done is 1st person point of view. So don't hate on me for it please! I'm a 3rd point of view virgin! Anyway, I have researched history and will try to be as correct as possible. This story will go from the beginning of America to 2015. However, with my own character, Britannia. I don't know if this would cause something horrible in nature but Britannia is right between The United States of America and The United Kingdom in the Atlantic Ocean. Britannia is about three times the size of Texas. Again, I don't know if that would cause a huge shift in the weather or exploration but just pretend! It's a major country and it's a girl! You will know more about her as you read. This will include A LOT of famous people and maybe some celebrities so yeah haha Hetalia is history. PLEASE REVIEW AND COMMENT ON THE STORY AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! Finally, thanks for reading and here is the chapter!
Ch. 1: The Beginning
(Year: 1610)
"I cannot believe that I didn't notice this land before! We just basically went right over it to get to the 'New World'."
Said Britain. Britain had short blonde hair that the sun's light complimented well whenever he went outside and whenever he ever did get any sunshine in his country. His eyebrows were very...thick, you could say in a sense. Many of the other countries made fun of him for them but he didn't give a crap. His eyes were a bright shade of emerald green as they looked over the land he and a certain Frenchman had discovered. As for his build, well, he doesn't want to talk about it...
"Oui, It is amazing no? This will be mine since you got America."
France said with a glaring look of disappointment. The two had discovered a little boy in 1607 across the Atlantic Ocean and they both decided to fight over him. Britain, of course, beat France's ass and took America under his wing, setting up a colonial town. France has been pissed ever since. Speaking of France, he was the type of guy that flirted with every woman he saw. Whether it was a country or human, he flirted with her. Many girls found him sexy and all that shit but the countries always threatened him with invasion; especially Hungary.
"Oh shut it frog, you'll just lose again."
The British man retorted as they walked through the glowing grass. The wind blew softly as they walked through the land. You could see tall mountains with ice topped onto them. This being because the two Europeans were in the top-most part of the soon-to-be country. They continued to explore the new land until their eyes suddenly fell upon a little girl of maybe four or five. She played around in the grass with a huge smile on her face. Her long blond hair, who's color looked almost identical to Britain's, flowed down to the bottom-half of her back. Her eyes also looked like his considerably; big and beautiful. The two nations quickly looked at each other before starting into a sprint over to her.
"Fuck you! Get out of my way!"
"No! You got the boy now I get this one!"
"Hell no! You bloody wanker!"
The two screamed at each other. The little girl, who was playing with a colorful butterfly, got just one look of them before hiding behind a rock. She squeaked little girly noises as her head poked from behind it. Her whole body was shaking but none more than her eyes. Britain instantly realized this and calmed himself down.
"I-It's okay. We're not going to hurt you."
He said softly. The girl paused for a second before nodding. She slowly came from behind the rock, but you could tell that she was still a bit shaken up. France looked at his opposite and smirked.
"I'm your big brother!"
He blurted out. Britain gasped and slapped his face with the back of his hand.
"What!? No you're not!"
"Oui! I am!"
He yelled again at the girl while rubbing his reddened face. She just stared at him in a confused daze as she watched the young men fight.
"Umm...I don't have a brother..."
She muttered, making the two stop and look at her. Britain sighed and patted the dust of his pants.
"She's right. And this man, France, is certainly not your brother. Where is your-...Oh shit!"
He whispered to himself. France rose an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms.
"What?"
"We didn't even ask her if she's a country..."
He told him. France's eyes went huge as he realized it as well.
"Well let's ask her."
"We can't just ask her!"
Ignoring Britain, France turned to the blond-haired girl and smiled.
"Mademoiselle, are you a country?"
He asked. She scrunched her pretty face up and tilted her head.
"What's a country?"
She replied back. She continued.
"...And why are you two people here? I've never ever ever ever seen anybody else other than animals here. I'm all alone here and it's pretty big!"
She said as she looked around; spreading her tiny arms out to emphasize her point. The countries couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness. If no one lived here, than she had to be a country. A country who was destined to be developed. Knowing this, Britain and France knew that this would cause another war between them. Britain had gained America from France and only God knew who would take this one as their own. Bending over to get closer to her, the Briton gave her a warm smile and brushed a strand hair out of her eyes.
"Well can you tell me your name love?"
He asked her. She stayed silent and shook her head.
"I don't...have a name."
"You don't have a name!? Well I can tell you that my name is Britain. And I don't tell a lot of people this, but my human name is Arthur Kirkland. Do you need a name? Because I could give you one."
Her face lit up as she grinned at him.
"Really!? Okay! What's my name!"
France was quick to but in on the conversation.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! I'll give you your name!"
He yelled. Britain growled at him and closed his eyes.
"How about we let her choose."
He told him. They both nodded and looked at the girl for her answer. She looked like she had no idea what to do until Britain asked her again.
"Hmm...I...I like you Britain. You give me my name."
Said country smirked at the other and put his hand to his chin in thought. France absolutely cringed and shot his finger out.
"I'm getting my gun! I will get this one! Just you wait you British bastard!"
And with that, he stomped away back to his ship. Britain shrugged with carelessness and continued his thought. The girl looked very pretty so he knew he wanted to give her a pretty name. With the boy, he named him America and his human name would be Alfred F. Jones. But for this little girl, he was at a stand-still. Looking her up and down, he found that she looked extremely similar to him. She had long blond hair and bright green eyes. The only difference was that she didn't have his thick eyebrows. She had thin eyebrows which was fine with him. America also had thin eyebrows so it was all good. But it was the fact that she looked almost exactly like him that caught his attention. Smiling big, he gave her her official name.
"I'm going to name you Britannia. How does that sound?"
"Ooooh! That sounds pretty!"
She said to him with a huge smile on her cute face.
"And you also get a human name! How does that sound? Do you want me to give you a human name?"
She nodded her head and started his thought process once again. France had all of his guns on his ship so he should probably hurry on this naming business. However, the fact is that this little girl, Britannia, had chosen him rather than the other country. Frankly he was honored. That damn frog was always bragging about how he was the better one. Well if he got two new countries, than that little shit would leave him alone for good! Now for her human name...Using the past names from past royalty in his country, he found the perfect name for her.
"Your human name will be Scarlett Elizabeth Lionheart."
That sounded rather epic. At least that's what Britain thought anyway. Her first name, he came up with himself. Her middle name came from the late majesty, "The Virgin Queen". And her last name came from some ruler from his past. He had lost count. She, Scarlett, absolutely loved the name and she jumped into his arms. She gave him a hug and he felt his eyes tear up like they had with America.
"I love it! So does this mean you will be my Daddy?"
Britain's face flushed and he gasped.
"Your father!? Goodness no! Just think of me as...Hmmm...Your guardian from now on."
"No, I'm going to call you 'Daddy'."
She told him as she gave him another hug.
'Well shit.'
He thought as he hugged her back. He could hear France coming back with the sound of bullets in the distance. He silently cursed under his breath and pulled away from Britannia.
"Listen my dear, I need you to hide behind that bush for a second okay?"
Scarlett nodded and did as she was told. France came no more than a minute after.
The battle between Britain and France took twenty minutes and thirty seconds. France got his ass kicked SEVERELY! When I say that, I mean he is already on his ship back to his country. Britannia watched in awe as her newfound "Daddy" whooped some French ass. Once he was done, he walked back over to her, slightly panting from the fight.
"Are you okay Daddy?"
Britannia asked him. He chuckled and nodded.
"I'm quite fine love. Now, how about we get some people on your land. Luckily for me, nobody else has found you so I don't have to worry about territorial rights. You don't know what that means yet but you will when you get older."
He muttered. He was right. She didn't know what he was talking about but she was just happy that she had another friend to play with; even though he was a bit older than her by a clear fifteen years. He took her hand and took her to his ship. She had never seen such a large structure made of wood. The sails caught her eyes the most and she constantly felt the need to point them out to Britain's amusement. When it came to meeting the British people, she did quite well. Her voice shook in the first few sentences of introduction and greeting but she quickly caught on. The British nation saw this and knew that she would do fine with her first colony. So why not set it up right now!?
"Do you gentlemen want to stay here and build your own town in Britannia?"
He asked the men and women. Some nodded while others didn't feel like giving an answer.
"I'll take that as a yes! Now I will be back with food and more people in no time so you all just get settled down here. Hunt, build, socialize, mate, and be nice to Britannia! AND DON'T GET YOURSELVES KILLED!"
He yelled with a glare to his people. They rolled their eyes and walked off the ship with a stretch. The nice weather was new to them and they loved the feeling after being on that huge ship for so long. As for Britain, he could get home by himself. He used to be a pirate after all! Still was in a way...But before he could leave for his plan, he knew he couldn't leave without saying good-bye to his new little girl.
"Aww...Y-Your leaving already? But we just met and...and...and..."
"Shhh..."
He whispered softly to her as he hugged her tightly and brushed her golden hair with his hands. He pulled back and held her soft smooth chin up.
"I will be back with even more people, Britannia. You don't have to worry about being alone anymore. I may not always be here to take care of you, but I will always make sure that you are safe and that the people here do that as well. Because, if it all works out, they will be YOUR people for now on. They will respect you and love you for years to come. You just have to be strong and grow up like I know you can."
He ruffled her hair with a smile and turned to his ship. Her grinning smile slowly faded as she realized once again that he would leave. He turned his head towards her once again and smirked.
"And maybe I can bring America with me next time. I have a feeling you two will get along."
And with that, he walked aboard his large ship and sailed away by himself. You may be asking yourself, how the hell did he sail himself all the way back to Great Britain!? Well...I have no fucking idea.
But Britannia was also asking herself a question. It being, Who was this America?
And that is the end of the chapter! Well? Did you like it!? LET ME BE CLEAR, THEY GET OLDER! TRUST ME! THEY WILL ONLY BE LIKE FIVE YEARS OLD FOR TWO OR THREE CHAPTERS SO DON'T WORRY! Anyway, I update my chapter, or at least I try to update at least once a week. If not, then I update in two weeks max. So you do not have to wait for another chapter in 6 months. Maybe just a couple of days! XD I found that when I write in 3rd person, I sound a lot smarter haha. Maybe because it's just the first chapter and I have so many ideas. OH! AND ANOTHER THING! I NEVER EVER GIVE UP ON A STORY! I WILL ALWAYS FINISH A STORY IF I START IT! Okay, please review and comment on the story and tell me what you thought! Finally, thanks so much for reading and I will see you next time!