A/N: Some angst but also some Germancest fluff, if you like that :3 also some Aushun here too, but meh its cannon it has to appear sometimes, right? Also this is my first time trying to type in their accents, so expect a lot of Zhey and Vwant and such and such, and If I forgot some at one point, I'm sorry but I'm used to typing the Spanish Jou and Dat from my my starship fic :') also I dont take History, so if I'm off or anything, I'm sorry. I get my facts from wikipedia :3

ALSO: I have no idea for H, but I know what will happen for G :3 so if anyone has any suggestions, dont be afraid to PM them to me or add them into a review, which by the way they're so greatly appreciated so if you could drop one I would love you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever c:

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia in any way shape or form

F is for Franz

Prussia sat cross legged in the room he dubbed as the "war room", simply staring out the window. He let his mind toy on the fact that Franz Ferdinand was dead and that he, being a nation of war, would've to lead his people into the battle sooner or later if he was the personification of all the german states as he watched the various birds fly about. Infront of him say the daily newspaper; the old prussian script bellowing the headline:

Austro-Hungary declares war on Serbia

He'd read the article four times. The first he read it like any other person who wasn't yet involved would – full of interest. After he realized before long he probably would be dragged into it, he read it again twice to fully understand it. Finally he read it a fourth time, focusing on whenever the word Hungary was printed and repeating the sentence in his head. He chose to leave out the Austro part.

He saw the picture depicting the heads of state of the two unified nations. Standing solemnly behind them, only visible to the other personifications, were two people, people who represented said unified nations. A man and a woman. Austria and Hungary. They both looked a little worse for wear, and it wasn't surprising as the caption was Royal Family following HRH Franz Ferdinand's assassination. However they were both smiling, to show the other personifications they were ok. Yet Hungary's soft eyebrows were pointed, making her seem to be more smirking and challenging towards Serbia. She always was the more masculine of the pair. Austria had his hand around Hungary's waist, seemingly holding her close. Prussia frowned when he noticed it. It should've been him standing beside her, but she chose that Austrian bastard instead.

As Prussia was toying over that little detail, a sharp knock on the door dragged him from staring out the window. He looked over to the door.

"Come in."

A young man in a crisp green army suit entered the room.
"Sir, The Personification of the German States is here to see you, sir."
"Danke, Schmidt, send him in." he nodded and stood up. The man left the room only to be replaced by a much taller, stronger man with piercing blue eyes and blonde hair tucked under his cap. The two men saluted each other before taking a seat each at the desk, Prussia sitting tensely behind it.
"Shouldn't our bosses be with us…?" Prussia blinked. Germany shrugged.
"I came to ask you if your state would be willing to join zhe fight."
"Oh, Bruder I'm glad you came to me first I-"
"Actually I've already been to our other bruders."
"O-oh, all of zhem?"
"Bavaria, Saxony, Baden and Württemberg; all of zhose zhat I want evolved."
"Right." Prussia paused. "So how come our leaders aren't here yet."
"Well, Wilhelm is the leader of the Germanic States, so don't you mean why isn't my-"

"Ok, ok! Let me rephrase it." Prussia sighed outwardly, cutting the younger one's sentence. "Why are you here dear bruder?"

Germany's face seemed strained from emotion as he carried on.
"I came to make sure you were ready to go into fight, with your experience of war you'll be much appreciated."

"Of course, I'll do it for my Bruders, and for Hungary."
"Oh ja, another thing."
"Ja?"
"You need to remember zhat Miss Hungary is married now."
"Don't remind me."
"No, I mean it Bruder. I know you two were close growing up, but I don't zhink zhey would be going into zhis battle if zhere marriage wasn't strong enough to withstand it."

The two men sat in silence for a moment.
"ZHAT IS STUPID BRUDER." Prussia yelled. "ZHEY ARE GOING TO WAR BECAUSE ZHEIR COUNTRY VAS THREATENED. ZHEY HAD TOO!"

"Zheres always that, but zhey vould have to be preparing to strain zhere marriage to do zhat anyway." Germany brushed the outburst off calmly.

"Zhat… zhat is stupid. If you hadn't come here today I would've gone to you because I'm not going to vatch h-her get slaughtered in zhe battle without lifting a finger! Hungary is only married to that… that piano playing dumbkopf for her nation!" he pressed his forehead against the table.
"Bruder…." Germany began. Prussia could feel hot tears escaping his eyes and they ran down his nose before dripping onto the wooden desk. "You still love her, don't you?"

Prussia didn't reply, which was all the answer that Germany needed.

Meanwhile, in Austro-Hungary.

"You know I'm not good at zhis sort of stuff Hungary! I'm meant to be the man of this relationship but you're the one who's better at zhis stuff!"
"Vell don't remind me, Mr.I-got-beaten-up-by-my-future-wife-when-I-was-a- chibi!"

"Vell back zhen you vere tougher!"
"He did not just say zhat." Franz Josef facepalmed from where he was stood in the hallway, almost about to stop the personifications from fighting. His grand-nephew stood behind him.
"You'd zhink zhey'd be trying to get along now zhat we're going to war." Charles muttered. As he spoke, a muffled CLANG echoes through the door and that only meant one thing – Hungary had got her frying pan out. The two royals opened the door and rushed in followed by a group of servants, cursing that they hadn't intervened earlier. Austria was lying flat out on the floor, a light purple bump swelling on his head. Hungary was stood, fire in her eyes and frying pan in hand towards the side of him. Franz made his way towards Austria whilst Charles made his way towards Hungary, who hid the frying pan wherever she hides it and looked at her husband.

"Hungary, we need to work togezher right now. You know how shaking recent events have been."
"You zhink I don't understand?"
"We have Wilhelm and his personifications visiting later." Franz looked at his new Crown Prince. "So Charles can you get him up and get him to not look like his wife beat him, please..." The younger man nodded before motioning to some of the servants to help him with the task. They managed to get the unconscious nation up and out of the door before making their way down the hall (Charles wasn't carrying him of course).
"Can you leave us; I need to talk to Miss Hungary alone."

The two other servants who had remained nodded to the King before leaving the room, shutting the door as they left. Hungary frowned. Recently she had been allowed to wear her military uniform more, and she was enjoying not having to be mindful of her skirt all the time.
"Are you okay?" he asked first of all. She nodded to him. "Are you sure?" she nodded again. "Because we need make sure zhat both of you strong and dependant on each other for us to win…"

"But we don't-"

"You two may have had a falling out but-"

"We had a 'fall out' a long time ago, sir." Hungary muttered.

"Are you okay?" he asked again after a pause. She nodded again, yet this time tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Whats the matter?" he asked as he handed her his handkerchief to dry her tears with.
"Y-you said Wilhelm's personifications were coming today, correct?"

"Ja?"

"Vell, zhat Prussia is one of them isn't he?!"

"Hungary, ve'll be vworking vith all of Wilhelm's personifications to fight zhis war. Or do you not vwant to fight it?"

"Of course I want to fight it! We need to show zhat idiot Serbia zhat he can't kill our crown prince and get away vwith it!"

"Of course not." Franz nodded. Hungary seemed to have stopped crying and was fiddling with his handkerchief absent mindedly. "Zso, vhy do you not vwant to see zhe Prussian personifications? I know about your past but-"

"Because we haven't talked since before Austria and I married. He told me zhat our marriage vwouldn't last and zhat I vwould be crawling back to zhe 'awesome him' before I knew it. And I don't want him to see zhat he was true."

"But you're not crawling back to him…"

"I can't. Because of my nation. Because of my leaders. Because of Austria. And also, because of Franz."