Hetalian Old Alphabet- Chapter 8

K is for Kegs

Characters: Austria, Prussia, Holy Roman Empire, other Germanic Countries

Austria grumbled in his seat as he held his mug of beer. His back was still hurting because Prussia dragged him from his much more civilized piano ensembles to this… this silly idea of a family reunion. Honestly, the only thing they had in common was their love of the beer- and that was more or less the only drink he could find in this gathering.

Prussia was still outside, hunting down their little master- Holy Roman Empire. For what, he may never know. Hopefully Prussia wasn't planning on making the child drink beer…

Well, now that he thought about it, Holy Roman Empire WAS older than Prussia… But that really didn't change the fact that he was in a child's body. Austria sometimes wondered if Holy Rome knew about taking shots.

Looking around the living room (they were holding the reunion at Holy Roman Empire's house, of course), he saw Finland slowly edging away from Sweden. Clearly, up until now, Finland was still intimidated by his captor. He wasn't even Germanic- Sweden must have dragged him along. Sweden didn't seem to mind too much though- he was too distracted to notice.

Saxony and Bavaria seemed fine. They were currently having a beer drinking contest. That was a very normal thing to expect if you were Germanic. They were built to endure several mugs of beer, 25 mugs at the max. Bavaria seemed to surpass those expectations tough. Saxony was ogling at him when Bavaria went for another mug.

Tearing his eyes away from the two, Austria directed his attention towards Switzerland. The blonde was quietly sipping his own mug of beer, his eyes bearing a weird sort of loneliness in them. It really tempted Austria to walk over there and talk to him, but right now he didn't really want to.

Suddenly, the doors burst open. Prussia- in all his awesome glory- strode in, holding a struggling Holy Roman Empire in one arm and clutching several bottles of beer in the other. Denmark came in not long after. Denmark was apparently helping Prussia in his ridiculous quest to drag their little master to the reunion.

A very foolish decision, if Austria would do say so himself.

"The awesome me has returned!" announced the albino.

"Who cares!" hiccupped Saxony, who apparently lost his drinking match with Bavaria. Austria had to agree with that remark.

"You all do! And I brought my little bruder with me too!" said Prussia- a bit more loudly this time-, lifting up Holy Roman Empire, who had now subjected to trying to bite Prussia's arm off him.

"Damnit Prussia, let me go!" yelled Holy Rome, his arms itching for the sword on his belt. "I'd call Hungary but then that would mean ending up the same way France did when he tried to rape Austria!" Austria shuddered at that last sentence- no matter how many times he would take a shower he can never get the filth off his nipples…

"Oh cry me a river Holy Rome, it's a family reunion! And that means being together with me and the rest of your awesome family!" said Prussia as he took a swig off one of the bottles in his one hand, maintaining his grip on Holy Rome. "And you know what that means, don't cha squirt?"

Of course, everyone in their family knew what that meant. Austria paled. They can't be serious-

"No Prussia, I am not going to partake in your beer-drinking! I really just want to go to sleep!" said Holy Rome, glaring at his younger brother with menace in his blue eyes.

"Hmmm… let me think about it- nah!" He then gestured to Sweden. "Yo, Sve, give the little guy one of the biggest mugs we have!"

"Prussia, no! He's only a child! He can't possibly take three liters of beer in that body!" argued Finland, clearly against the idea of letting a nation that small drink. Austria wanted to say something about this too, but Bavaria beat him to it.

"Bruder, I don't think you should do that. He won't be able to handle it." For someone who just won a beer-drinking contest he puts up a good argument.

But oh, he just touched a nerve. Holy Rome's expression immediately changed from hesitant to challenging.

"What do you mean I can't handle it?! Hand me that mug, I'll show you how it's done," said Holy Rome, finally released of Prussia's hold. Prussia helped him up on a chair, and gave him the three- liter mug, which Holy Roman Empire immediately started chugging.

Austria, who watched from a distance, shook his head in disapproval as he sipped some of his beer. This could only end so well…

L is for Lies

Characters: Italy Veneziano

Italy learned not to trust everything everyone said to him. Mainly because he thought that they were trying to trick him, and then it would all wind up in one, big, weeping heap of disappointment.

He blamed it on Holy Rome; when he realized that he was never going to come back from the war. How could he not? Holy Rome promised him he'd come back, didn't he? Then… why wasn't he here with him?

Italy's been asking himself that honest question for years, even after his Big Brother France broke the news to him.

'The Holy Roman Empire is no more,'… Those words hurt more than the full fury of Austria's whip. He felt like he'd died that day, there was no worse feeling.

When he got older, he started to doubt his faith in Holy Rome. Did he, perhaps, lie to him that he would come back to him?

He knew… didn't he? He knew that he wouldn't come back- maybe he only said that to make him feel better.

'It didn't!' Italy thought furiously. 'Did he even know how painful it was to wait for him? And how much it hurt when I was told that he wasn't coming back?'

It just wasn't fair! Giving him false hope, and then only disappointing him in the end?

If Holy Rome really didn't lie that he loved him, then why wasn't he back yet…? Did that kiss mean nothing to him?

Come to think of it… why would Holy Rome even fall for him in the first place? Was it just because he looked like a pretty girl? He didn't even know that he was a boy! If he did know… would he still even love him?

If their love was built upon that... then their love was just built on a lie.

Their love…

Their promise…

Their… everything.

Everything was just a stupid lie…

When Germany came into his life, he was careful to trust him. Maybe it was because he looked like Holy Roman Empire, he didn't know. All he worried about was if this new guy would lie to him like Holy Rome did.

But… just recently, whenever he looked straight into Germany's cerulean eyes, he wondered that maybe… just maybe…

Holy Roman Empire came back to him after all…?

Author's Note: My chapters get crappier and crappier the more I write them… I AM SO SORRY.

Oh, by the way, I'm sorry about leaving you guys on a cliffhanger the last time… I'm kind of stuck and I couldn't think of any words that start with K to fit with the side story. So that's kind of on hold for now.

School's also coming up, so I won't be updating as much. Not that I ever do, but let's say I might be updating at random times of the year. I'm sorry, but I'm really just disappointed in how badly my stories turn out. Not just that, my grades too. They're as awesome as ever, but I do believe that I could try harder.

Please bear with me, and I am very sorry if 'm being inconvenient with you.

Next chapter is AusHun chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia; it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya-san.