Hetalia × Reader Oneshots

At The Top (Prussia)

Rome ran up to Germania, who was with Gilbert at the time, a little girl in tow.
"What is it now, Julius?" Germania groaned. He just grinned. "Look at this adorable nation I found Akantha hiding!" He said as the little girl, (Y/N) peeked out from behind him. She was wearing a cloak over simple white knee length chiton and laced sandals. Gilbert was immediately taken aback by the girl.

She wasn't really much to look at. Her cloak covered the upper part of her face, and she had a thin frame, but she held herself with an astounding confidence, like that of a king, or a soldier.

When the two ancient civilizations got caught up in a conversation, and Prussia was boasting about his 'awesomeness' (Y/N) suddenly muttered
"Disgraceful."

Gilbert looked at her questionably.
"Vhat do jou mean by zhat? Are jou saying zhat mein awezome feats are disgraceful?!" She shook her head. "Not you, vlákas, the Roman Empire. He makes me sick." She said, venom dripping off of every word. "Vhy?" He asked. She clenched her hands into a fist.

"The ones respected are always the strongest. And the strongest are always the greediest bastards, who take things from the weak, and stuff themselves with the riches that don't belong to them. And they call that strength?! Rome is a good example of that. It's absolutely aischrós. Someday, when I'm the strongest, I shall change that." Her hood rose, revealing large (E/C) eyes filled with determination. Then, Gilbert laughed.

(Y/N) whipped her head in his direction. "What's so funny?! You think I can't do it either?! Go ahead! Laugh! Let's see who'll be laughing by the time I'm done with you!" She yelled. He wiped the tears from his eyes. "It's not zhat." He pointed at himself with his thumb. "Zhe most respected are zhe ones like me! The AWEZOME ones! I'm more likely to be at zhe top!" (Y/N) smirked. This guy wants to have his head seven feet underground, he does...

She scoffed. "As if you're awesome! I bet even Heracles's cat is awesomer than you!" He glared at her, and drew his sword.

"Jou vant a piece of me, frua?!" She chuckled. She glanced at the Ancients, who were too engrossed in a conversation to even notice the two.

She then drew a long, cylinder-like sword that was razor sharp at the end from her back.(don't go searching through history books to find this, I made it up)

"I don't think I've introduced myself." The cloak fell off, her long (H/C) hair pulled into a low ponytail, and a teal cape at her back. "I am (Y/N), the personification of the great Mediterranean civilization Atlantis, daughter of Akantha, Ancient Greece. Kai eíste?"

Just before Gilbert could introduce himself, (Y/N) swung the metal cylinder at his head. "No fair! I vasn't ready!" "That's the point, vlákas!" She tried to stab him, but he dodged, and she hit the tree behind him, leaving a deep circular hole in it. She just kept attacking, so Gilbert couldn't find an opening.

"What? Don't have the balls to try hit me? I wouldn't be suprised, it's probably so small that I could flatten it to a vagina with a flick of a finger!"  "Says the one with a flat chest!"  "Of course, I'm in the physical form of a ten-year-old!"

After the fight, the young nations collapsed, panting. "Jou*pant*are actually pretty*pant*gut" "*huff*Thanks*huff* you make a*huff*worthy rival."

He grinned. From that day forward, they were sworn rivals, with the goal of becoming the strongest nation in the world.

"Vhat vas zhat about?" Aldric asked as Gilbert walked back to him, covered with scratches and bruises. He didn't say a thing. He had grown an interest towards the girl. How she had such dexterity with a heavy weapon, how she had the stature of a child, but carried herself in such an audacious way, and her determination, it was godlike. She was almost as awesome as him! He couldn't stop thinking about her.
He was looking forward to the next time he'd see her.