What if the world was personified? What if it was a baby girl? And what if the nations had to care for it?
Yep, that's the fanfiction. I just thought it was cute and had to write it. If you guys want to see more or have an idea for a chapter, please review. And you guys will learn more about where Gaia came from and exactly what is going on. So, until then, R&R!
P.s. I DON'T OWN HETALIA
A small cry rang out in the big house. It echoed in the hallways. It went on for about a minute before all the doors burst open. All the nations, still sleepy and in their pajamas, stood and looked at each other for a second. Immediately a war broke out.
"It's my turn to comfort her!" England yelled and he elbowed France out of the way.
"And let your ugly face scare her more?" France barked back.
"Out of my way, bastard!" Romano screamed as he made his way to the one door that was closed and held the crying. Prussia pushed him aside.
"This is a job for the awesome me!" He ran toward the door before America grabbed him and pulled him back.
"No! I'm the hero!" Everyone else fought among themselves, not even being unnerved by Russia's dark aurora and metal pipe. They heard the door open, and looked up to see England about to enter her room with a grin on his face.
"I did say it was my turn." He closed the door and locked it. Outrage broke out behind the door, but died out when everyone realized that they lost this round. England stood up straight, still smiling and turned around. He made his way to a crib where a baby girl was crying.
He looked down at her. Her face was red and wet with tears. Her skin was pale, with dark blotches along her body. Her big, brown eyes looked up at him. England was looking down at the personification of Earth.
"There, there. It's alright. I'm here." He said softly and he picked her up and held her close. Her cries turned into whimpers.
"Did you have a bad dream?" England asked, even though he knew he wasn't going to get an answer from the baby. Gaia kept whimpering.
England went over to the rocking chair in her nursery and sat down with her in his lap. He rocked them both back and forth while singing her a song. Her whimpers died down and soon she was sleeping once again. The Brit smiled at this, deciding that everyone else can suck it. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He was perfectly content with spending the night with little Gaia.
There you go! Want to see more of the nations being big softies? Then tune in next time!