Hetalia + Undertale One-shots and Drabbles

Legs- Fem!Prussia (AKA REGULAR PRUSSIA)

A/N: I TOTALLY HEAD CANON THAT I LOVE IT I'M LITERALLY SCREAMING

You were reading a book about (country) mythology. You had decided to learn a little about the other countries.

You were also staying at the Germanic family's house. Ludwig was training Feliciano and Kiku, Elizabeta was looking for a new frying pan, and Roderich was playing his piano somewhere in the house. Gilberta was in her room, doing who knows what. Your room was next to hers. You knew she was in there, but you didn't know what she was doing.

All of the sudden, the wall between the two rooms broke. "(YN), FEEL MIEN LEGS THEY ARE ZO SMOOTH!!" she shouted excitedly. She was wearing only a dark blue robe with red and gold details and her hair was wet. "Gilberta! Don't br- Ooh, they ARE smooth!" you exclaimed, feeling her leg (lol wat).

"LET'S GO SHOW RODERICH!" She ran out of the room, and you quickly followed.

Roderich look up, annoyed as always when you and the half naked albino arrived in the large living room. "Gilberta, vhy are jou ha-" he tried saying in his annoying voice. Gilberta interrupted him. "RODDY, FEEL MIEN AWEZOME LEGS!!" she demanded. "... (YN), vhy iz she zhou-" "FEEL THEM THEY'RE SO SMOOTH." His mariazell (or whatever his curl is called) twitched annoyingly. "Nien."

All of the sudden, the front door opened, and Ludwig was home. "HEY, VEST, FEEL MIEN LEGS NOW!!" "FEEL THEM." You and Gilberta attacked him. "V-vhat?? Gilberta, (YN), get off me! Vhat are jou, toddlers?" he yelled angrily.

"FEEL THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMM," the Prussian said again, getting off him, you following suit. "Fine, fi- MIEN GOTT THEY ARE SMOOTH. VHAT DID JOU DO??" He asked, feeling them. "I SHAVED ZHEM ARE JOU PROUD?? VE NEED TO SHOW ELIZA-" Speak of the devil. The brown haired country came in at that moment and hit Gilberta with a new frying pan, knocking the previously excited girl out.

"LIZ, WHY DID YOU DO THAT??" you and Ludwig asked/ screamed at the same time. "I vas simply testing it. Vhy?" she asked innocently. "Her legs are so smooth! She was gonna ask you to feel them!" you answered, trying to wake Gilberta up. She had landed in an awkward position, her bottom in the air and her arms splayed oddly on the floor. "Oh... Vell, she probably did somezhing zhat made her deserve zhat," Elizabeta explained, a sweat drop appearing.

"RIP, Gilberta's smooth legs."

I love silly Germany.