Hi guys!
I know it's been a while….but I'm back!
Just finished my finals and now I'm relaxing and trying to enjoy my 1 week summer!
And this week includes both my enrollment and scholarship permit. I hope I get that Academic scholarship!
Anywhoo….
Here's the next fic!
All Prumano fans! Hands up!
BTW:
Mighty Agamemnon: I was actually going to do a psychotic Spain in this fic later on…. I was just focusing first n the intro. As for South America and why I didn't include them in Spain's empire is because I thought it was common sense…. But thanks! I will list down all the Empires and countries under them.
EMPIRES:
Prussian Empire.
Prussia
Germany
Hungary
Austria
Switzerland
Liechtenstein
Denmark
Sweden
Norway
Finland
Poland
Ukraine (after Russia fell, she was hopeless and was open for invasion but Prussia got her first before South did)
Lithuania
Taiwan
Thailand
(Thailand and Taiwan got separated from the rest due to their refusal to be with UK and decided to go against their siblings than fight with the country who crushed their freedom)
Egypt (he was invited by turkey to Neutrality but declined because he wanted to be a part of history)
Cuba
Mexico
(Both Cuba and Mexico decided to be independent during the Spanish Empire thus making them ex-colonies of Spain's and were prone to other invasions)
Roman Empire
South
Iceland
Belarus
America
Canada
England
Seychelles
Ethiopia
United Kingdom (England, Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Sealand)
Seborgia
China
Japan
Korea
Russia
Latvia
Estonia
Vietnam
Romania
Bulgaria
Spanish Empire
Spain
Belgium
North
Netherlands
France
Greece
Philippines
Portugal
Australia
New Zealand
The whole South America (After Mexico and Cuba's independence, they decided to stay under Spain's protection, even though taxes were quite high and they had no such freedom)
That's all the Empires and the countries within it.
Oh! And I started a new Fic! It's called Vocaloid Stories where Hetalia characters plays as the characters in said story! Please feel free to see it! The second chapter's up! The first chapter is Kokoro Kiseki Spamano…the one you guys just read…the second one is a secret… but it is about the German brother ;)
ON WITH THE STORY!
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The information was too much for Spain, but he waited until the damn meeting was over. Meaning had no choice but help both empires in planning their wed-err-unification. Spain just couldn't think of Romano and wedding together if his name wasn't there as well.
Oh, he was loosing focus again.
"So the wedding would be 5 months from today…" Prussia said with a bored tone before smirking at South. "So after those 5 months…. You will be what? Lovino Vargas-Beilshmidt? It has this beautiful ring to it"
South rolled his eyes. "First of all, we are countries not humans, so there would be no need of changing any last names. Second, I would never stick so low as to replace my last name to something as disgusting as yours…"
From the corner of Spain's eyes he saw Prussia's soldiers tense behind him. Germany and Hungary seems to be looking at Prussia, waiting or any command, if given. Austria was staring at South with cold, calculating eyes, as if awaiting for a sign of violence or attack towards their commander. Switzerland simply glared at South's soldiers, who were also glaring at them.
Prussia merely chuckled lowly. "And?"
South smirked. "I think Gilbert Beilshmidt-Vargas sounds better. Italian surnames are quite…attractive…as humans says"
Spain growled silently. Why was Prussia flirting with his Roma? And why was Roma flirting back? He understood this was South and that this universe was so different from his own, but they look so alike it makes him feel…jealous. He watched his own subordinates, taking in that the 5 were oddly poker-faced and was analyzing the situation, if one of the empires ever pushed each other too far. He glanced at the huge clock. It was 7:00 in the evening. This madness could continue tomorrow…
"Hey Prussia, South" Spain said earning both their attention. "It's unhealthy for all of to stay up late. Plus, it must have been quite tiring on your journey here in my…empire. I would like to postpone this meeting until tomorrow. I would ask my subordinates to lead you to your quarters" He signaled France and North to lead his guests.
South stood up. "Thank you, and I shall accept your offer and retire the night" South glanced at North. "Fratello, be a dear and lead my subordinates and I to our rooms."
Feliciano nodded, and began to lead the troops of the Roman empire towards their quarters.
"Very well" Prussia sighed, glancing at South for a split-second before following France out of the meeting room with his subordinates trailing behind. Once he was out of the room, he sped up and matched France's pace. "So, how have you been?"
France glanced at him then shrugged. "Alright. I know I've been to many battles, and the thirst of blood still runs through my veins, but neutrality is really pleasant. None of my people are suffering, my architectures are still intact, no rebellions in my place, no blood o both my people and my hands. The only problem I have are the refugees. The rest are fine. How about you?"
Prussia gave a small smile. "Doing great, I guess. I may be the only one who is still in the war, but I'm not the only one suffering. Once this meeting goes smoothly, the war would be over and everyone will move on and we will live as peacefully as we could get"
France rolled his eyes and scoffed. "And what? Wait for another war? If you think about it, the combined forces of your Prussian-Roman Empire would be the world's largest threat. And there would only be three empires remaining. One would be yours, next would be Spain's and lastly, Turkey's. Do you honestly think war would never occur?"
Prussia chuckled. "I'm not saying we could avoid war. I'm just stating that this war, which went on for hundreds of years, would finally be over. War is inevitable, yes, that is true, but we may still live in peace for a little while longer before it starts once again" he shrugged and turned to look at France seriously. "I know that it was because of this war, our friendship ended, so I just want you to know, I regret the day we fought. Can we start again?"
France was beyond shocked. He stared at the bloodthirsty empire's face, searching for any betrayal in his features, finding nothing but a soft, sincere smile on the Prussian's face. He was really serious and France couldn't help but smile as well. Hell, he hasn't smiled for decades, it felt nice. "Yes, yes we can. I also regret that day. Let us repair our friendship"
The two nations shook their hands, when they were suddenly hugged by a hyperactive Spaniard.
"This is awesome, mi amigos! I'm sorry for what I did as well!" Spain said, though he never did anything. He just thought it would be time to stitch up old wounds.
The two, who didn't know the Spaniard was listening, were shocked at first then later on grinned with Spain. The three started laughing together and walked towards Prussia's guest room. Germany and the others were in separate rooms and Prussia's room was the farthest.
"Come inside guys! I would like to invite you to some drinks! Let's celebrate the reunion of the badass group that ever walked the face of the earth!" Prussia screamed. His voice was still loud in this universe.
"The Psycho Trio?" France said, shrugging his shoulders. "And don't you have anything else aside as that disgusting thing you call a drink?"
Prussia stuck his tongue at France. "I meant us! The Bad Touch Trio! But I have to admit the Psycho Trio are really badass…"
Spain, being the air-head he is, suddenly asked. "Who's the Psycho Trio?"
Prussia stared at Spain like he grew a second head, while France simply stared at Spain. "I forgot that you had amnesia. Well, here I'll explain. The Psycho Trio is composed of Turkey's top 3 assassins. That would be South, Iceland and Belarus"
Prussia nodded. "They killed thousands of men, women and children. Hell, I saw Iceland kill and infant just a few months old! They killed people before this war started! Well, South did. Belarus and Iceland started a few years after the war. They were a nasty sight. A trio of chibinations all bloody from killing people, not caring of the nationality or age."
France sighed. "Rumors were said here and there, but still are rumors. The only facts I know of these 3 are that South was the one who taught both about fighting. No one knew how he did it, and no one knew who trained South"
Prussia laughed. "The only information I got would be their fighting styles. The Belarusian bitch loves using knives. She has a collection of different knives and uses it to kill. And, if necessary, she would use a pistol hidden somewhere in her uniform. The Icelandic ass is an expert in medicine, almost as great as Roderich. He knows how to treat any sickness and wound. That's the problem though. Since he knows the body, he knows where our weak spots are. He also specializes in poisons. If you notice those syringes on his belt, those are different chemicals that could cause death or pain. South…he is an expert in any weapon ever invented. It differs from what he wanted to use. No one has seen him actually fight or know what he specializes in. He's a mystery…." Prussia trailed off, with a dreamy look in his eyes.
Spain could feel irritation coming but just displayed a smile. "Really, mi amigo? Can I ask what you saw in South that makes him catch your attention?"
France leaned closer, "As a country of love, I believe that everyone deserves love. But the details of your l'amour wouldn't hurt"
Prussia blushed then grinned. "I guess, it started when Spain gave that letter to our bosses. At first we both disagreed, but they arranged a meeting and we were literally locked up in a large room. We did nothing but talk, and later on…. We found out that it was quite nice having each other's company. Our bosses didn't let us out until after 3 days. When I couldn't see him and was focused on the war… I couldn't get him out of my mind! I just had to see him again! Then I realized, it wasn't friendship I wanted with him, but something more. Then we met again, and I started teasing as usual and he would tease back. Teasing became flirting, then, attraction became love…"
France nodded. "Quite a beautiful story. Though poorly told, but with a little imagination from the listeners, it could pass"
Prussia glared at France. "Whatever, bastard"
France smiled. Spain, in the meantime became quiet. He thought about it. His crush falling for his bestfriend. It hurts so much….
"Hey guys! We still need to get up early tomorrow!" Spain said, a fake smile adorning his face.
France sighed. "Yeah. Let us go. Goodnight Prussia"
"Goodnight Prussia"
Prussia grinned. "Goodnight Spain, France!"
Outside, Spain and France was walking towards their room.
"That was pleasant" France said. "I feel as if there was never a war"
Spain grinned. "Good to see you're starting to smile again. All you do is frown and I know it causes wrinkles!"
France shook his head. "Yes, yes. Like I care so much on my appearance. And may I ask a personal question?"
"Sure!"
France looked around making sure no one is around. "I know you're jealous. I know you like South, I can see it"
Spain looked shocked. "H-huh? W-what are you talking about? Ha ha… France stop making stories" Spain said trying to pretend his friend just said a corny joke.
"I am a country of love, mon ami, I know when a person or nation is in love. I'm just warning you, this will not end well. They are in love. There is no need to get in between love. I hope you think before you act, because in this situation, I will not help. The last time I tried to stop a fight, it started a war. I'll just try to stay neutral. Goodnight." France entered his room, leaving a bewildered Spain.
'France is right. It would only be worse if I try to woo Roma… especially since he's getting married in 5 months…"
Spain decided to walk around a bit, before retiring to his bed. He was at the garden when he saw 2 figures under the large tree where Romano and he would take siestas under. He crept closer to see that it was Prussia and South. He tried to be as quiet as possible so he could listen to their conversation.
"You're late, bastard"
"Kesesese. I'm sorry, Mein lieber (My dear). I was talking with Spain and France"
South seemed to have pouted, making look cute. "you would pick them over your own lover? You're such an asshole!"
Prussia chuckled. "Nein (no)" He placed his hand on South's chin and made sure that South was looking at him. "I couldn't pick anyone over you. Not my boss, not my brother, not even myself…" As he said this, he began to lean closer towards South until both their lips touched. Soon their kiss began to become heated, and then they broke it off.
Both looked like they were in a daze, staring at each other with eyes filled with adoration for each other.
"Ich liebe dich South (I love you South)…. für immer (Forever)"
South blushed, and with the moonlight reflecting on his face, making him look desirable.
"Ti amo anch'io (I love you too)" South said, burying his face in Prussia's chest. "Sempre e per sempre (Forever and always)"
As both lovers looked into each other's eyes and smiled lovingly at each other, another person decided to walk away.
'Don't do anything rash' Spain thought as he walked towards his room. 'Don't do anything stupid'.
He sat on his bed his hands clenching his head. 'Do not steal South from Prussia...'
He may be saying those things, but deep in his heart, his desire to monopolize Romano to himself was slowly growing. 'Romano's mine….in any universe. He's mine. Mine'
Spain felt conflicted, he felt hurt and slowly he accepted the dreamless slumber waiting for him.
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Maraming Slamat po!