Prussian Ribbon
Chapter Number / Name: #2 / Our Beginning
Pairings: PruLiech (...I really don't have any other couples in mind...)
Will be told in: Mainly (or rather probably) Prussia's POV (Point of View). It might switch to Liechtenstein's or Switzerland's or some other character's POV sometimes. Might. If it is not told in a character's POV, then it will be told in Third Person. But you'll know who's telling the story anyways.
Warning: Will contain cuss words. And maybe some other warnings too along the way.
Disclaimer: Hetalia: Axis Powers/World Series does not belong to me. Nor does its characters. It all belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz.
Other Important Notes: If the text is quoted in ' - ' , then it means that the text is what the character is thinking.
Author's Note: Augh this was supposed to come out a few days ago! D: My computer failed on me the day I was going to submit this, so I had to wait a long time before I could actually publish it here on FF. I'm so sorry!
[Third Person]
A girl with soft yellow hair with slight tints of the lightest brown was walking beside a male with identical hair as herself. Though there was no sight of another streak of color in the male's hairlines. Either way, there was only one thing that told another person the difference between the appearance of the girl and the male. A ribbon. A purple, or rather indigo, ribbon. It was glossy, and it magnified her careful grace as she took considerate steps wherever she went. Her name was Liechtenstein. Lili, for short. Her older brother, Switzerland, a.k.a. Vash Zwingli of whom she was walking with, and a few other people such as Germany and Austria were the few who actually knew how to pronounce her name. Though Liechtenstein didn't really mind.
"Big Bruder," She said, casually walking across the wide open, breezy meadow of grass and flowers. "I can almost see them."
The short Swiss man nodded. "But I don't know why you wanted to come, Liechtenstein. I do know we were invited and such, but...It's them of all the people." He sighed and scratched the back of his head.
"Um, what do you mean by that?" The innocent little Liechtenstein asked, a curious look on her face. She didn't know why her brother didn't usually socialize with the other Germans, besides Austria. Switzerland never mentioned the reason. Then again, Switzerland wouldn't socialize with much of anyone at all. Besides herself. She felt like he would just expect her to know why.
"Because." Switzerland said bluntly. "Just because." He didn't even look back down at her. He just walked. And continued walking.
Liechtenstein lightly bit her lip. She knew that answer would come. It was always the same. Whenever she asked a question similar to the previous one, that answer was the one that came out. 'Just because'. She was never satisfied with that answer. But it had to do. For the true meaning of her brother's unsociable status wasn't going to reveal itself any sooner.
"Lili!" A brown-haired woman in a dress ran towards Liechtenstein, hugging her once she got into her reach. The woman was very pretty, and had a headscarf with a flower printed on it. She had an apron-dress on, with overjoyed, sparkling brown eyes. Her name was Hungary.
"Guten tag, Miss Hungary," Liechtenstein said, lightly hugging her friend back. Once Hungary let go, she started to talk again.
"I was worried that you wouldn't come," Hungary said, a nice smile on her face amongst several slivers of her hair.
"Big Bruder let me go this time, as long as he came with me," Liechtenstein stated, her fingers into the gaps of her hands, placed before her.
"Not much of a surprise," A familiar voice was heard from a few feet away. As Liechtenstein and Hungary walked towards the voice, Lili confirmed that it was Austria. He was sitting down at a picnic table, tea cup in hand with Germany and Prussia. "Vash has always been such a protective older brother, and I'm surely not mistaken."
"Mister Austria," The Liechtensteiner smiled, and was seated next to Hungary and Switzerland. "Nice to see you agai-" Lili was interrupted by another person's words. The voice was more sturdy, deep, and serious sounding than Austria's.
"Liechtenstein, have you been taking care of yourself?" It was Germany, and he sounded a bit worried. You couldn't blame him, though. Lili used to live under his roof, and the German country still cared for her like an older brother. Not as much as Switzerland, though. He sat next to Austria.
"Yes, though Bruder is very helpful," Liechtenstein said happily as she was passed a white Styrofoam plate, and a same-color plastic fork. "He teaches me many useful things!"
"I see...Then Switzerland is the same old same old. Don't get me wrong, that's a good thing," Germany sighed as he was also given a plate and eating utensil. "Wait, where's Prussia?"
"I don't know...He was supposed to come with the food, right?" Hungary asked, looking around for the albino. Everyone thought he came with Germany, even Ludwig himself, but he wasn't there. Though nobody bothered to actually move, moving aside the head-turning and the blinking. Then something spiked Switzerland.
"Wait...You invited Prussia! And you didn't tell me?" The Swiss suddenly blurted out, standing up and banging his palms on the wooden table, furious. He actually only came for the free food, due to his frugality. "I thought that you only said that Austria, Hungary, and yourself were going to come!"
"Ruhig sein, Switzerland." Germany said, the space between his two eyebrows wrinkling as he crossed his arms frustratingly. "And calm down. It's just Prussia."
"Exactly my point! You know...You know how crude he is! I don't want him to be like that in front of Liechtenstein!"
Liechtenstein held her hands together once again, looking into Switzerland's green, harsh eyes. "Big Bruder..." The small, soft-spoken girl tried to calm her brother down. "Who...Who is Prussia?"
"Did someone call my name?" A silver-white haired, deep red-eyed man was running down a nearby hill with a medium-sized box in his hands. He had a smirk on his face, and had a puffy yellow bird flying behind him. "Or did someone yell out awesome?" He exclaimed, a proud laugh escaping his mouth.
"No one yelled out awesome, you twit," Austria said exasperatingly, a sigh mixing in with his words. "We were waiting for you to bring the cake. You have it, right? Though I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't."
"Kesesesesese! Relax, relax! I have it, you down-sided Austrian." Prussia put the box down on the table, sitting next to Germany. "Hey West, pass me a plate!" He practically screamed into the stressed Germany's ear.
"Can you be more quiet, Bruder?" Germany replied back, but passing him a fork and a plate anyways. He then opened the box, which revealed a cautiously decorated cake, with delicate, light brown, chocolate frosting that shone on the top, amongst it's darker colored kin that bordered the edges of the rectangular, light-sweet cake's inside itself. On the base of the cake, the middle, there were decorations on it. They weren't made of frosting, but rather rectangular cookies placed on the top. The decorations on the cookies were flags, each of their own, even Prussia's. There were two rows of the cookies, the first one had Germany, Hungary, and Austria's flag on it, and the second had Liechtenstein, Switzerland, and then Prussia's flag.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Prussia said, not really paying attention to what Germany had said. He quickly grabbed the knife he had set inside the box and started to cut the cake by equal pieces, using the cookies as a guideline, intentionally breaking the cookie which had Austria's flag printed in sugar. Though the actual piece was still equal to the others. "Heheh, oops."
Austria just huffed quietly as he gently put a hand up to his forehead, his fingers running through his jet black hair in irritation. "I can care less..."
Prussia then continued to cut the cake, but the then came across Liechtenstein's flag. "Eh? Who's is this?" He asked, looking up as he tried to figure out who's flag it was. He knew everyone's; Germany's, Austria's, Hungary's, Switzerland's, and of course, his own flag, but this blue and red flag with a crown in its top left hand corner...He just didn't know.
"That's Liechtenstein's flag, you dolt," Hungary growled, about to take her steel, newly-shined frying pan from the pocket behind her apron. It was where she kept it secretly. People have figured out where the frying pan was before, but they would forget the next day or so, because they would've gotten hit with the cold surface of the gray metal, wielded by Hungary herself. She held back her almost overcoming need to hit the Prussian smack dab on the back of his head. "Right here." She motioned to the shy, seated girl to her left.
"Liechten...stein...?" Gilbert took his gaze onto Lili, who was adjusting her indigo ribbon due to timidity, for it was a habit when she felt nervous aside biting her lip.
Then it happened. It was like the despicable Prussian was in a trance. He focused on her delicate hands, they looked soft and nimble as they sunk back down to her lap from her wispy, short blond hair. Her eyes were of the most sunlit pairs of shimmering, iridescent green irises that Gilbert had ever seen before. The look on her face, it was so gentle and diffident, and she seemed so sweet. But her eyes...That's what he was focused on the most.
"Prussia...!" Gilbert was able to hear a call out for him, it was Germany, but it was faint due to his staring at the quiet and endearing Liechtenstein.
"Prussia!" Germany yelled again, this time right into Prussia's ear. "The cake! Stop cutting!"
"Huh what?" Prussia looked down, noticing that he had already cut past the cake, and started to move the knife towards the half-cut, white cake box. He actually started to cut the box...Seeing this, Prussia immediately stopped cutting and smirked tensely, trying to hide his mistake. "Ur, I'll pass out the cake!" And he did just that.
Switzerland, seeing that the uncalled for Prussia had been staring at his sister, scowled at him. Liechtenstein just looked up at her brother, not knowing that Gilbert had been staring at her just a moment ago.
"Um, Big Bruder...Is there something wrong?" Lili asked anxiously, waiting for an answer. Maybe he would tell her the reason why he half-heartedly came to the picnic with her today.
"...No." Switzerland said straight-forwardly. He started to eat his cake, practically jamming the fork into its crunchy above-layer then pillow-soft insides.
Germany let out yet another agitated sigh. "He's not always as bad as you think, Switzerland," He commented, putting a piece of cake into his mouth. He didn't usually prefer sweet things like this, but everyone else was eating, and he didn't want to waste the cake and the money. As much as this cake didn't appeal to his standards (him being a closet baker and such), he proceeded to eat.
"Says you," Vash huffed, biting harder than needed into the Swiss flag-print vanilla cookie that used to be part of his cake.
Prussia ignored his brother as well as Switzerland and started to eat. He first ate the cookie so that it wouldn't get in the way, and continued on into the fluffy chocolate frosting cake. It was good. For Prussia. He wanted beer too, but all they had was water, so he grabbed a water bottle from the red cooler on the grassy-green ground beside him. It felt refreshingly cool as he chugged it down. He let out a good breath after placing the half-drunken water bottle onto the picnic table, spilling a few drops before Germany could screw the cap back onto the bottle. It seemed like Prussia wasn't going to do it.
Something odd started to happen, though. Vash started to shift his legs consistently, as well as biting his lip. It looked a bit painful as well.
"Big Bruder..." Liechtenstein said after swallowing the piece of cake inside her mouth properly. "Is there something wrong? Um...You look like you need to go to-"
"D-Don't say it Lili...There's...n-nothing wrong..." Switzerland persisted, bending, but not breaking, his plastic fork.
"You look like you need to go to the bathroom." Austria said calmly, taking a bite of his cake after saying so. Right then, Switzerland clenched his teeth and broke his fork.
"W-Well...Well I-I d-don't...!" Switzerland insisted. He yelled, though the stuttering was immense.
"Why are you holding it in, Vash?" Germany asked slowly as he stared questionably at the quivering Swiss man. "The bathroom's right there..." He then thought for a while. This was Vash...And Lili was there...And so was Prussia. He figured it out. "I'll make sure Liechtenstein doesn't get hurt. Go...Go now..."
"You like you're about to explode, Switzerland," Austria said after taking a gulp of his own bottled water. "Just leave it to Germany, Hungary, and I."
"...F-F-Fine..." Switzerland stood up once again and aimed for the restroom nearby. He practically ran towards it.
Prussia was finishing his cake in the meantime. He then wiped his face with a napkin, and the bird that sat on his head landed on his plate to peck at the cake and cookie crumbs. "Ah, that was great. 'Ey West, I knew Switzerland there needed to go, but why'd he hold it in? Everyone except myself and Liechtenstein over there seem to know."
"Did you finish your cake? Throw your plate away," Germany said, avoiding the Prussian's question.
"Err, right," Prussia walked over to the trash can and threw his plate and fork away, after the puffy yellow bird hopped onto his shoulder. He turned around, only to bump into Liechtenstein herself. "Huh? Oh, hey, uh, sorry there Liechtenstein." He scratched the back of his head and snickered. "You alright?"
"Ah, y-yes," Lili nodded her head lightly after running her forefinger downwards through her cheek. "I just needed to throw my trash away..." She said with a gentle smile.
"Give it to me!" Prussia said, taking Liechtenstein's plate and fork, throwing it away directly into the trash can.
"D-Danke...Um, Mr. Prussia, correct?" Lili slightly tilted her head as she looked up at Prussia.
"Yeah, though I'll be called Gilbert Beilschmidt, so don't forget!" He laughed, putting a hand on Lili's shoulder. "You're Liechtenstein. I know that for sure now!"
"Oh, if Liechtenstein is too bothersome for you to pronounce, you can call me Lili if you like...Many others call me by that name..." Lili said, blushing at the sight and feel of Gilbert's hand on her shoulder.
"Hmm...How about I give you a nickname of my own?" Gilbert crossed his arms and looked up, thinking of something to call Lili for himself.
"I-If you like..." Lili said nervously, still smiling her sweet little smile.
"Liechy. I know it's not much, but better than nothing, right? Like it?"
Lili thought for a while. No one had actually called her 'Liechy' before. Even though it did sound a tad unoriginal, it really was better than nothing. "I like it," She said, smiling a more savory and wide smile.
"Kesesese! I thought so!" The happy Prussian put his hand on Lili's head and ruffled her hair. "Nice to actually meet you."
"It's a pleasure for me to meet you as well, Mr. Prussia."
"Eh? What's with that 'Mister' in front of my name? It's okay to call me Prussia! Or Gilbert. It doesn't matter, but either way, you don't need to add that before my awesome name!"
"I-I see...Well, um, okay then, P-Prussia...!" Lili stuttered as well, just like Vash just a moment ago.
Prussia stared at Liechtenstein again. There was a long silence, but after a moments, he finally spoke up with a pure, Prussian-signature smile, fixing Liechtenstein's hair. "You're cute, ya' know that?"
Author's Note: ...I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T RELEASE THIS SOONER! My computer just hates me... D: