America: You and Alfred were at a small get together with his friends for the fourth of July. You smiled and dressed in your normal fourth of July American colors, laughing and carrying sparklers. At a lull in the party, you saw that someone was missing from the party.
"Hey, Matthew." The blond turned to you and smiled shyly. "Where is Arthur? I know I invited him personally and through a letter. Is he sick?" You asked. Matthew paled and shook his head.
"I-It's too painful for Alfred and A-Arthur to see each other today." he stuttered.
"Why?" You asked.
"B-Because Alfred really hurt Arthur's feelings when he rebelled in 1775-" he clamped his mouth and excused himself quickly. You narrowed your eyes and thought about what he said. Today was the Fourth of July when the American colonies were liberated from Britain's tyranny, Arthur has a British accent and Alfred seemed to be American down to the bone…
Something dawned on you and you went to go find Alfred. You found him talking happily to one of your friends and politely excused him before dragging him away.
"What up, dudette? It's an awesome party for the hero of this-"
"Alfred? I have a question…" You said shyly, not looking at him. He seemed to be serious and became still. "Are… Are you America?" You asked, the question sounding weird and awkward coming out of your mouth. He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. For the first time since you meet him, he was completely serious.
"Yeah, I'm. America. Or the embodiment of the heroic country that is-" he paused and grabbed your hands and looked you in the eye. "Please, I didn't want to tell you because I never wanted you to feel weird about me. It's still me but I'm just not human-" He was cut off by you kissing him full on the lips. A firework went off and the others oohed and ahhed. You pulled away smiling.
"You dummy! Like that would change the way I feel about you! It makes a lot more sense through. " You laughed and kissed his shocked face and pulled him into the crowd, wrapping his hands around your waist. "If anything, I think I love you more now that I know a little bit more about you." You snuggled into his chest. He slowly got over his shock and grinned, laughing as another firework went off.
"You are a freaking amazing Sidekick, (Y/N)!" He shouted.
"Sidekick?" You said sweetly, with mild venom in your voice.
"Heroine, Dudette, I meant heroine," he muttered, but you two were smiling throughout the night. Alfred thought that this was the best Fourth of July ever, kissing your cheek. And you couldn't agree more.
Germany: You knocked on your boyfriend's home office door, hoping to find him in there. You entered after a few seconds of silence, seeing him asleep at his desk again. You walked over to wake him when you saw pictures on his desk. You looked closer to see a black and white photo of him, Feli, and Kiku standing in front of… A Nazi flag and shaking hands. Another one was Ludwig ordering troops in another black and white photo. Another was of him standing in the crowd in the wreckage of the Berlin wall, crying with joy. You saw a half covered photo of a baby Feli and a little boy in a black cloak standing next to him, but it was covered by Ludwig's hand. You slowly lifted it-
He woke up and snatched your wrist into his hand, spinning so he was between you and the pictures. He seemed scared and cornered, shaking with fear and anger. You froze, frozen and looking deep into each other's eyes; him with anger and worry and you with fear.
"H-How much did jou see?" he breathed, breathing heavily and sweating. You shook your head and reached up with the other hand to touch his cheek.
"Why didn't you tell me you were immortal?" You asked. He gasped and tried to deny it, but you just pointed at the pictures. He sighed and sat down, head in his hands.
"I-I'm not immortal. I'm zhe embodiment of Germany. Zhat is vhat I am, the physical personification of Germany. Every part of it, zhe gud, and zhe bad." He looked down at the Nazi symbol and turned away, tears in his eyes. You sat in his lap and held his face close to yours, rocking back and forth gently to calm him down.
"You could have told me, you know? I would never turn my back on any part of you, no matter if you were the scum of the earth or the hero of it; you are still my Ludwig. This-" You held up a few of the pictures and tapped his chest. "Doesn't change the fact that I love you." You hugged him tightly and held the pictures gently, looking behind him at his chair. He wrapped his arm around you and buried his face in your neck.
"Vhat would I be without jou, (Y/N)?" he asked desperately, a tear soaking your shirt.
"I don't know. Maybe the embodiment of the most awesome country in the world?" You responded, making him laugh a little. You pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
"So, about your brother…" you left the question in the air. He groans and put his forehead against yours, a tic mark of annoyance forming on his face.
"Let's just say that he has eternally gotten on mein nerves…" You laughed and kissed him, seeing him smiled a little more.
England: "Arthur? Why do you call yourself a pirate?' You asked one day, reading the morning news. You heard a crash as he dropped the tea and kettle in the kitchen, blushing like crazy. "Oh, come on. It can't be the only reason!" You shouted, shaking your head. He sighed and picked up the mess before he stood in front of you.
"No, love, it's not." You looked up at him, surprised to see him blushing and not looking at you. He sighed and kneeled before you, grasping your hands in his.
"Love, there is something I have been meaning to tell you and I think now is as good a time as any…" He looked unsure but once he lifted his gaze to meet yours his eyes never wavered.
"What is it, Arthur? You're starting to scare me…" you said, leaning closer. He was a serious man, but this was something different. He took a deep breath and took the plunge.
"I am England. I mean, I am the personification of the Great British Empire, past, present… and hopefully future." his voice seemed to shake and he went quiet, staring at you intently. You paused, trying to absorb what he just told you. After a while, Arthur began to get nervous as your face fell and tried to ready your expression. "Love? Love, please say something…" he begged, moving closer to you. You ripped your hands out of his and hugged him, surprising him so that he froze.
"You bloody idiot! Why didn't you say anything before? That is amazing to hear!" You said happily, pulling away with a big smile on your face. He just kept staring at you in shock, looking like a fish out of the water. You jumped up and did a small dance. "My boyfriend, the embodiment of England! Who else can say that about their boyfriend? Tell me-" You tugged him into a standing position. "Were you really the king of the sea? Did you really have a guy named King Arthur to rule over you all those years ago? Are the other countries like you? Is that why you eat such tasteless food?" You fired off questions so fast that he couldn't answer them. He reach out a hand and touched the back of your head and pulled you into a hug.
"Love, how did I; in all my years on this earth, get so lucky to meet you?" He said, kissing you gently.
Canada: "H-Hey, can I tell you something?" Matthew asked while you were at the dinner. You paused in your work and looked back at him.
"Sure, but it will have to be quick," you whispered, seeing the breakfast rush coming in. He cleared his throat and blushed.
"What would you do if I told you that there were real people living in this world that was the personification of the great countries of the world?" You paused, thinking about this question.
"I would feel bad for Canada because most people would pass him by since he is overshadowed by the obnoxious personality of America. Plus, they would probably not see how beautiful he was because he would be so laid back and leaves everyone else alone because he respects them. What brought this on?" You asked. Matthew was switching between bright red and pale. On one hand, he was embarrassed you thought so highly of him but at the same time he thought it was a little strange you knew so much about him without knowing about him.
"Um, no reason." he said, trying to walk away.
"Are you talking about how you are the personification of Canada?" You called as he walked away. He jumped in surprise and whipped around.
"H-How d-did you know?!" he whisper-shouted. You smiled a little and shook your head.
"Alfred told me one day while he was trying to get me to go play baseball. Don't worry-" you kissed his cheek and smiled. "I'll always be your Maple." You turned to get back to work. He just stood there, trying to figure out whether he wanted to strangle Alfred for telling you or kiss you senseless with the overwhelming love and gratitude that it changed nothing for you.
"Yo, Canada!" Matthew decided that strangling America would be a good plan at that moment, finding that particular someone standing in the diner.
N. Italy: "Bella! Can-a we have-a pasta again tonight?" a particular hyperactive Italian asked, jumping up to wrap his arms around your shoulders. You sighed and laughed.
"Feli, we have had that every night for the past three weeks! Give your poor stomach a break and let me cook something different!" you said, pushing him off of you.
"But Bella, Grandpa Rome always let me-" He slammed his hands over his mouth, panic in his face. He turned to bolt away but you caught the back of his shirt, effectively stopping him.
"Feli! Slow down! Why do you always say, Grandpa Rome? Rome was a civilization, not a person-"
"You-a take that back! Grandpa Rome taught-a me every-a thing I-a know!" Feli said angrily, startling you. You let go and jumped back, not sure what you said to upset the little Italian. He seemed to realize that he scared you and sighed, pulling you into a hug.
"I'm-a sorry, Bella. I should-a have told you that-a he was-a real person. He was-a the personification of-a the Roman Empire and that means that I'm-a the personification of Italy. Well, the Northern part-a anyway. My-a brother Romano is-a the southern part." He explained, letting you go so he could see how you would react. You thought about it quietly for a few seconds and then looked at him.
"So you're the descendant of the Powerful Roman Empire? When did you get more amazing?" You asked, throwing your arms around him. He paused for a moment, sure that you were going to run screaming for the hills. After he got over his shock he smiled and lifted you in the air, laughing and smiling his joyful smile.
"Yay! Now-a let's-a celebrate with-a pasta!' he said happily, dashing into the kitchen. You laughed and joined him. You couldn't believe they your boyfriend was freaking Italy, but you were happy nonetheless.
"You-a know, Bella. Now-a that you-a know. I can-a tell the others that-a they don't-a have to-a hide anymore! I'll-a call Germany now!" he shouted happily, dashing for the phone. You blinked.
"There are more?"
Russia: It was Ivan's birthday today and you his sisters and his three 'friends' were gathered for a small party. His older sister came out of the kitchen and put the cake in front of the big man, smiling brightly.
"Happy 25th birthday, Ivan!" She said happily, kissing his cheek. He paled and looked at you before he blushed and blew out the candles. You thought it was odd that he was… twenty-five; he seemed younger.
You looking at the calendar. It was an old history one someone gave him as a gag and you looked at a very disturbing thing. Today was the day that Russia was born according to the calendar… You thought about how he was always calling himself Russia and now you thought you knew why.
"Ivan!" You yelled, slamming your hands on the table. The poor man jumped almost out of his chair and looked up at you, eyes full of fear. "Why didn't you tell me you were the real Russia?" You asked and smiled, thinking it was amazing. But Ivan smiled nervously and patted your head.
"Funny joke, Sunflower! You make my day!" he chuckled sheepishly and you thought that maybe you were wrong...
"Oh, little brother, there is no reason for you to keep it from her!" Irene, Ivan's older sister chided him, hugging you and almost suffocating you with her big boobs. "She is your girlfriend, is she not? Besides, I have wanted to tell her for a while!" She explained that she was Ukraine and Ivan was Russia or the personification of the countries. Ivan finally accepted that you knew and looked at you with concern.
"You're not upset?" He asked, shuffling from side to side. You jumped up and hugged him, giving him a quick kiss.
"At you? Never." He smiled and blew out the candles.
Japan: You had been cleaning your house and found a manga that Kiku had been missing for a while under your bed. You thought it was odd and decided to go to his house to give it back. You tried to call him to warn him you were coming to drop it off, but he wasn't picking up. So when you got to his house you found that Alfred was over with Yao over. You walked to the house and saw that once again Alfred had kicked in the door and left it wide opened. You went inside and saw the three boys standing in the living room, talking about paper and plans.
"Dude, Japan! You should totally make this for me, and China can then cheaply remake the product that is cheaper and more crappy than either of ours!" Alfred said, pointing at a piece of paper.
"America, I don't think we can make-"
"You young countries are so immature and always need my help for your stupid projects! I should never have come out of isolation!" Yao shouted, storming out and almost pushing you out of the way.
"Dude, China! Come back!" Alfred ran after him, not even stopping to say hello. You looked at Kiku to see him pale and shaking, seemingly exhausted talking with the two extroverts. You walked up to him and put your hand comfortingly on his shoulder. He looked up at you with tired eyes and nodded.
"They are rearry something…" he said, not wanting to be rude. You nodded and sat across from him.
"Kiku? Why did Alfred call you Japan? Is he mocking you for your love of anime and manga?" you asked, angry that it might be the case. He jumped a little and waved his hands side to side.
"No! No, it's more than that! It's…" he trailed off, then sighed, slumping his shoulders. He then explained how he was the personification of the great island nation. You listened carefully and when he was finished you nodded.
"Well, that is good to know." You handed him the manga, smiling at his shocked face.
"You're not upset?" he asked, looking at you in shock.
"Why would I be? You are still my Kiku and I love you no matter what," you said kissing his cheek. He blushed brightly and looked down, but smiled because now he didn't have to hide it anymore.
"Just out of curiosity, who is Alfred? He obviously a country." Kiku paused and sighed, looking like a thousand pounds just dropped on his shoulders.
"He is America." You probably should have guessed that.
France: Today you were walking with Francis in the park and you saw a small monument for Joan of Arch. You pointed it out to Francis and he nodded, looking off into the distance.
"Oui, ma amour. That women saved my life in ways you cannot even imagine…" he seemed to snap out of his daze when you pulled away, looking frightened. "Ma amour, Please! That is not what I meant! I mean-" You just shut him up by holding your hand up and glaring at him.
"Francis, why should I be jealous of a woman who lived hundreds of years ago? It's not like you knew her…" you trailed off and remembered a painting at an art museum of the women. She was standing next to a man who looked just like Francis then and that other time when you two watched a documentary on the French revolution and Francis took it personally…
"Ma armour…" he took you hands in his, looking at you sadly. "I am the personification of the country of love; France. I have been alive for hundreds of years and seen the best and worst that you humans call love. But that does not change the way I feel about you, Ma armore, I promise!" He paused, waiting for your reaction. You stood there for a little but then pulled away from him, sitting on a park bench. He followed you, sitting on the other side hesitantly.
"So… am I just another one of your lovers?" You asked, not looking up at him. He paled and took your hands in his once more. "Non, ma armour, non. You are the only one I have ever been brave enough to give my heart to." He whispered, leaning close. You kissed him deeply and when you pulled away you were smiling happily at him.
"Why did I ever have my doubts about you?" You asked, seeing him grin widely and kissed him again. He was almost skipping for a week. Arthur was starting to get worried when Francis didn't bother him the entire time.
S. Italy: " Oi, Bella. Get-a over her for-a minute, please?" Romano called while you were in the laundry room trying to finish his laundry. You huffed and stomped out angrily, hands on your hips and looking up at the Italian.
"What do you want? Unless it's life or death then let me finish!" You shouted, but before you could go back to work he caught your arms, looking down and looking apprehensive. He then pulled you to the couch and wrapped you up in his arms. You thought he just wanted to cuddle, but instead, he put you on his lap so you were looking down at him.
"There is-a no easy way-a to say this, so I'm-a just going to-a say it." He sighed and seemed to gather his ego and courage. You realized that this was actually serious and didn't move, waiting for him to say something. "Bella, you-a know I love you with-a all my heart, but there-a is something you should-a know about me. I am-a the personification of-a Southern Italy, and my-a brother is-a the northern part." He paused and you looked at him, confused.
"Is that supposed to mean something-"
"Damn it, Bella! I'm-a not human and-a the personification of a-"
"Romano!" You screamed back at him, gripping his shoulders to stop him from freaking out more. He stopped and looked up at you, tears glistening in his eyes and breathing heavily.
"Romano, is that supposed to change how I feel?" He paused and thought about it, sighing and relaxing. You got off of him and walked back into the laundry room. "Though it does explain the lazy attitude!" You shouted over your shoulder. He made the sound of protest against the insult, but deep on the inside, he was relieved that you were going to stay by his side.
Spain: "Chica, what if I told you that you were dating a landmass?" Crash! You had been washing dishes while Antonio was working on a few projects around your house when he dropped that little bombshell. You looked out at him, eyebrow raised.
"Toni, you have said some pretty bizarre things but that takes the cake. What the hell are you talking about?" You asked, trying to figure out what he was saying. He stood up, dressed in a sleeveless shirt with shorts; he opened his arms wide and showed you his tattoo of Spain's flag on his back.
"That tattoo is more than just a tattoo. It is a part of me. I am the personification of Spain." He turned around and saw you blinking rapidly. You're eyes rolled up behind your head and he barely caught you from bashing your head against the floor.
"Chica? Chica! Wake up!" He said frantic, carrying you to the bed and putting a cold cloth on your forehead, thinking that it may not have been a good idea to tell you like that. But when you woke up, he wished he had told you sooner, based on the gigantic smile on your face and how tightly you hugged him.
Prussia: You were going through Gilbert's stuff now that he had practically moved in with you and found a whole case of books that look ages old. You found it almost unbelievable that Gilbert would have something like these, but you decided to read it. All that were on the titles were numbers that looked like dates. You picked up a random one and began to read.
Dear Diary,- You paused, checking the date. Yep, it was from 1871, so there was no way that it was really Gilberts. You thought this was an amazing historical find and decided to keep reading.
Dear Diary,
Today I got a new bruder, little Germany whose name is Ludwig. I am so scared but also so proud that zhe awesome me can help raise zhis amazing child. He was so strong and brave but needs to learn how to be more serious. Doesn't he know it's dangerous for him out zhere without me?" You kept reading and for a few more books, all of them talking about someone talking about a little boy name Germany; Ludwig, growing up and how awesome the narrator was. You were captivated, almost afraid to think about the owner of the diary. When you reach World War One, you found one book was neatly wrapped in a silk cloth, more taken care of than the others. You gently pulled it out and unwrapped it. It only had a single date on this one, 1918. You opened the book and saw it only had one entry.
February 25th, 1947,
Today Mein bruder, Germany, ordered my people to salute his flag. Mein little bruder and the rest of the damn European jerks have killed me today. I have been so weak, but my people refuse to forget me. I just wish I could deserve it, but somehow I don't. So today will be the last time I write. This will be my final word to anyone who wants to remember this name that comes with the most awesome legacy. You were scared to read the next line, tears streaming from your eyes as you covered your mouth with your hand, forcing yourself to look at the name. You burst out sobbing when you read it.
Gilbert Beilschmidt,
Prussia.
You were sobbing uncontrollably, fresh tears staining the already cracked and tear stained paper; unable to read more. You felt someone gently pull the book from your hand and pick you up bridal style. You blinked the tears out of your eyes and looked up, seeing Gilbert's face hidden in shadow and he placed the book beside you two on the couch, holding you close.
"Frau…" he whispered, resting his chin on the top of your head. You burst into a fresh wave of sobs, hearing how much pain was in his voice.
"I'm sorry! I-I never m-meant t-to int-tude-" you were cut off by him placing his gloved hand on your cheek and tilting your head to look at him.
"No, I'm sorry. I should have told jou zhat jou vere in love vith a dead man." He hugged you tightly tears coming out of his own eyes. "I should have told jou before, but I knew that jou vould leave me after jou found out vhat I really vas. I'll leave-" he let go of you and started to get up.
"NO! Please don't go! Please! I don't hate you!" You begged, pulling him back. He gasped, shocked that you didn't think he was a freak or worse. You were hugging him from behind by the waist, sobbing into his back. "Please, I still care about you. I don't care what you are or were. Just stay with me now." You pleaded, shaking. He turned around and hugged you for real, giving you a heart stopping kiss full of salt from your tears mixing; but these were tears of joy.
"Ich liebe dich, frau. More zhen anyzhing else..." He muttered against your mouth. You smiled and pulled him in, feeling more in love with him with each passing day. Gilbert then wrote in his diary again, and you were his first entry.
Greece: It was a rainy day and your boyfriend was once again asleep on the couch. You were reading a book when you heard him start to mutter in his sleep. You smiled and patted his head, causing him to mumble in his sleep. You leaned in close and ran your fingers through his hair again. He huffed and curled up tighter.
"Πλάτων(Plato), please don't leave us." He muttered, making you frown and rub his hand again. He shifted and frowned, seeming upset. "Alexander, you really need to train harder if you want to be anything other than a useless lump." Your frown deepened, an idea coming to your head.
"But Hercules I am Alexander the great!" You whispered in his ear, making his face soften and a small smile come to his face.
"Yes, you are. Some day you will provide a great service to me. That's why you need to train. You will change the world and cause people to remember and fear my name. The Great Greece." He muttered as he smiled wider and wrapped his hand around your waist. You paused and then shook his shoulder, waking him up completely. He blinked a few times and looked up at, obviously sensing something wrong.
"So, who was Alexander?" You eased into the situation, not caring that he had just woken up. He blinked and sat up, staring at you with tired forest green eyes.
"Someone I knew a long time ago-"
"So, did you train Alexander the Great or was that just a dream?" You asked, making him wince. He sighed and looked away.
"No, Kitten. I…" He paused, seeming to not know how to continue. "I am Greece or the personification of it. I have lived for thousands of years, but I haven't always been this… lazy." He said slowly, blinking at you. You leaned back and smiled, closing your book and putting it off to the side. He waited for you to give him the breakup speech, but you just hugged him tightly.
"My boyfriend, the greatest ancient civilization. How did you ever fall in love with me?" You asked. He blinked a few times, brain trying to catch up, but eventually he smiled and hugged back.
"Thank you, Kitten. And I should be asking you that question…" he whispered, rubbing his cheek against yours.
"Hey, Greece bastard! Come out and face me like a man!" A familiar voice shouted outside Hercules's window, followed by a man with a mask and hat on his head. You looked up and giggled.
"So, a long time rival?" You asked.
"He was the Ottoman Empire, otherwise known as Turkey…" Hercules rumbled, trying to ignore the man poking him like a five-year-old. The man stopped and looked at you with a wide grin on his face.
"So, he finally got the balls to tell you! Now I can tell you the really juicy stories that he would never admit to!" The man then began to tell you embarrassing stories about Hercules until he got the fight he was looking for.
Author's Note:So, what do you think? Is this how they would tell you? If not, tell me and I'll rewrite. Next is going to be a much more interesting update, I can promise you. And thank you for all the views and reviews! You guys keep me writing! IF you see something, please let me know so I can fix it and prevent others from getting headaches and improve my own writing. And I'm sorry if some were a little darker then others but I couldn't think of anything else to do for these scenarios. Anyway, read on, loves! :P