The title says all :3
So this just a collection of Hetalia A-Z One-Shots! (Mostly shipping ones between hetero/Nyotalia ships tho) This book is may more...civilized compared to 'The Book of Fangirling', which is another part of my 'The Book of Seri...
"We've-a walked for-a this fucking-a long and my-a legs are starting to-a feel like shit."
"Don't-a complain, fratello! At-a least he's...a-alive." Italy's shoulders droops as his brown eyes sadden and flash with sorrowful, dark memories.
"...Holy Roman Empire."
I glare up at Greece distrustfully, then toward Italy, who blinks like he was just smacked across the face. Did he not remember?
"H-How-a...did you-a k-know?..."
"I was there during the Middle Ages." Greece replies quietly, stroking the furry back of the cat in his hands.
"And I, the same." England nods his head slowly.
"Mr. Itary, are you arright?" Japan asks worryingly.
"Oh! No, no, no, I'm-a fine..!" Italy answers as cheerfully as he could, but knowing my crybaby fratello, he was trying not to burst into tears.
It was that potato bastard that creeped me out the most. He looked like he was a lost ghost, repetitively muttering the name Holy Roman Empire, as if he had lost some sort of memory about him deep inside him.
"Here we are." Greece announces, stopping at the end of the port of his territory, along the Aegean Sea, which separated him from Turkey.
Almost falling off the port, I run to the edge and call out Spain's name.
Uno.
Due.
Tre.
Where the fuck is that bastardo?!?!
"Mr. Greece...Mr. Spain isn't here, right?" Japan inquires, standing beside me and squinting his eyes slightly.
"You're right," England speaks up from my left, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand and gazing across the sea. "That's my ship it sunk right there, I can see the top mast still above the water. The hatch is open! Spain...was below deck when the ship had sunk, but maybe he escaped safely."
"Then-a...where the-a fuck would he-a be?!?!"
"Ve~ Over-a here, fratello!"
I turn to see Italy sitting on a wooden rowboat, smiling that crappy happy-go-lucky closed eye smile. Prussia tries to follow him, but England holds him back with a single arm.
"Let them go...we should keep look out."
"Vhatever you say, Eyebrows." Prussia replies calmly, but pats his pocket, where I remembered I put the knife he gave me.
I nod in understanding and slip into the boat, grabbing the oars and rowing toward the half sunken ship.
'You-a better not be-a dead, idiota...or else I'll-a kill your fucking ass myself.'
There he was. Lightly tousled brown hair, shining emeralds that stares at me with shock, a sudden smile appearing on his dusty, but handsome chiseled face that lit up practically my entire world.
The fuck did I just think?
"Y-You...fucking...t-tomato b-bastard-!"
My legs move by itself, and my arms pulls themselves around Spain's waist, tugging him into a fierce, protective hug. His long, tender arms wraps around me and he hugs me more softly, his chin resting on my head.
"Hola, Roma. I've missed you." His soothing, gentle voice whispers and I can just imagine how bright his gorgeous smile must've gotten. He wasn't dressed in his pirate uniform, only his light brown clothes that were a little ripped and torn around the edges, but he looked pretty hot nevertheless.
THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH MY MIND?!
"I-I...haven't." Despite what I was saying, I only hugged him tighter, shutting my eyes to try to pretend the tears streaming down my face were fake.
We stayed there for so long...without thinking, I wished it could last forever...
"F-FRATELLO! HELP-A M-"
"V-Veneziano?"
"So the two finally reunite? Heh, I hoped my army would catch up to you by the time that happened, but I guess not. I must say, I'm impressed, you've been defeated them for this long."
Tall, olive skinned, long green coat, brown pants, tan scarf, and a white mask. I knew exactly who this was, we were in his territory after all.
"Romano. Be careful."
Spain runs a hand through my brown hair with a small smile before he grabs his ax, which I noticed had a few drops of fresh blood on the edge, and faces Turkey, knitting his eyebrows and forming his lips into a serious frown.
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"One last time, Turkey." Spain lifts the ax, spinning it around before stopping it, its blade shielding me. "You cannot have my precious Roma."
"And yet you still don't give up, no matter what I do to try to get him." Turkey laughs, unsheathing his sword and pointing the blade toward Spain.
Suddenly, all I could hear was the sound of grunts and the clashing of blades. Spain fights furiously, his ax whirling and cutting through the air mercilessly. Turkey was pretty good as well, stabbing and steering the blade of his sword to where he desired precisely and accurately.
I race toward Italy, who had dropped to the ground unconscious. His hands were close to his neck, where I guessed Turkey had choked him until he ran out of breath. I run my fingers along his neck and quickly carry him into the boat.
"AGHHH-!"
I turn back, my eyes widening with fear as I see Spain drop to the ground, his ankle twisting into an awkward position. Both their weapons clatters to the ground. Turkey draws in closer to him, smirking as he produces a knife from the folds of his long green coat.
"Finally...the time's over for you Spain." He grins wickedly as he leans forward.
With lightning fast speed, I dive in front of Spain, sinking my fingers into Turkey's hand as I protectively stick a hand out in front of Spain.
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"It's never-a over. No, not as-a long as I'm-a here to-a protect him."
"What a brave little hero, but you can't protect him forever." Turkey sneers, battling for domination over the knife.
"And you-a just can't-a stop trying to-a gain control over me, can't-a you?" I smirk, slipping my hand into my pocket and stabbing that little bastard in the chest. It felt great.
He drops to his knees in pain and I lay my foot on the wound I inflicted on him, pressing on it and listening to him groan.
"No one can hurt Spain. No one but me." I spit on that stupid mask of his, turn and kneel down to examine Spain.
