Love and War {A Hetalia Reader Insert Fanfiction}

Chapter 1: The War That Started Everything

I remember that day clearly.

It was very sunny. The sky was cloudless and ridiculously blue. The lake was sparkling, almost blinding to look at. The green grass whispered as invisible wind ran through the blades, making them ripple. I think I was about 7 when it happened.

I was spending the day at my friend's house. She was a good friend of mine. Her name was Erika Vogel. We shared many memories together, as she didn't live very far. Her family was rich, so they had a little cozy cottage on the border of Switzerland, near the lake, which was where my town was, in between Lake Leman and endless stretches of green grass and mountains.

Technically speaking, I lived in France. So every time I wanted to visit my best friend, I would have to cross the border, but at the time, that wasn't much of a problem. The invisible line meant nothing to me.

That day, Erika told me a secret.

"I'm serious _____! You mustn't tell anyone! Besides, big bruder might yell at me if he finds out!" Erika said, tears appearing in her big eyes. Erika was very beautiful. She had the smoothest, brightest blond hair that was cut at chin's length. Her eyes were huge, sporting a pretty turquoise colour. I would always joke about how if I were a boy I would want to kiss her.

"Relax Erika, I can keep a secret," I said, nodding for her to carry on. She looked around frantically, wanting to make sure no one heard, especially not her brother. Despite not being blood related, they looked almost identical. He had the same blonde hair, and the same handsome face, but his eyes were bright blue and he always wore a scowl.

"Well, have you heard the stories about countries?" she whispered. I nodded, telling her to get to the point.

"Um, well, I'm a country."

Silence.

"What?"

"It's true," Erika whispered. She motioned for me to be quieter, but I couldn't speak anyways. Erika? A country? No way. Impossible. She didn't look like she could handle everyday tasks by herself, never mind handle the responsibilities of being a country!

"My real name is Liechtenstein." She said, looking a little bit nervous. I raised my eyebrows.

"I don't believe it," I said, crossing both my arms and my legs. Erika sighed and wiped away her emerging tears. She sniffled before carrying on.

"It's true, I am Liechtenstein. My big bruder is Switzerland, and my cousin is Austria!" she whispered forcefully. I could tell she wanted to tell me really badly. To make me believe. But it was a little bit hard to process. You don't just tell your friend you're a country out of the blue!

"Why are you telling me this? Aren't you supposed to keep this stuff a secret?" I asked. She sniffled again, looking defeated.

"I couldn't keep it in any longer. I wanted you to know, because you're my friend," she said. I smiled at that, and gave her a hug.

"Thank you Erika."

CRASH!

We screamed as the ground shook. We lost our balance and fell off the bed, curling into fetal positions as we hit the ground. Erika's furniture toppled and vases shattered, the high pitched cling contrasting greatly with the low booms that resonated in our skulls.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" I screamed. Erika either couldn't answer over the loud noises or she was too shocked. My eyes were wide with fear as my breathing became the only thing I could hear, despite the chaos happening around me. I grabbed Erika's arm and dragged her out of her room. I pulled her to her feet as we ran downstairs, my body shielding us from debris.

"B-BIG BRUDER!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. More booms shook us to our core, as we started trembling, not sure what to do. Suddenly, a pair of arms grabbed us by our collars and pulled us down the hallway. We were dragged into the basement, as worried blue eyes stared us down.

"Are you two alright?" Vash asked, checking us for injuries. We were fine apart for a few scratches.

"W-what's going on...?" I asked, clinging to Erika. She clung to me as well, flinching every time a boom shook the house. Vash shielded us from the splinters of wood that rained from the basement ceiling. He looked very pale and worried, not sure what to say to us.

"Erika, I think you know," he said over the noise. I looked over at my friend. She shook her head.

"No, it can't be! I thought they were just kidding!" she said, shaking even more, her voice sounding frantic. I looked back and forth between the siblings, not sure what to say. There was a silence in the basement, while the rest of the world was chaotic. It was almost peaceful.

"The war has started," Vash said finally. As he said these words, the world went silent and the ground stopped shaking. Dust floated around us, falling silently. We could only hear our breaths.

"M-my town... I have to see if everyone is alright," I said, stuttering. I got to my feet unsteadily, ignoring Vash as he shouted for me to come back. I couldn't hear him anymore. I ran as fast as my short legs could carry my, running out the door and down the green hill. The sky was an ominous grey colour, flecks of orange dotting the skyline. Smoke rose from the direction of my village, and I could already feel the tears running down my face. Finally I crested the hill.

And I dropped to my knees.

My town was in ruins. My once beautiful town, its houses small but pretty, and the windows always sparkling, was gone, replaced by a horrifying wasteland, filled with death and fire.

I watched as the ashes fell, my tears following them.

It was then when I made my decision. I would become a country.

And make sure war never happened again.

~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~

New story?!

What is this sorcery?!

Well it's March break so I decided, eh, why not?

It's a reader insert, and I think you guys will like it, since it's dark.

Anyways, It's told in first person because I'm a lazy bum that doesn't care. And I rushed the end because I kinda need to sleep now.

Sorry for the grammar mistakes.

Also I may delete Enter Hetalia.

*Sexy end screen dances out of here*