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[Fluff] History Of My Heart ~ Prussia X Reader

Hey everyone!

This is just a Oneshot I wrote a while back for Prussia but never published it. So I decided to use it to start off this Oneshot book! Enjoy!

[Warning: There is implied mature scenes and mature language.]

(Y/n)'s POV
"Sorella! Sorella!" Called Feliciano from downstairs. I jumped in my seat. I was at my desk doing paperwork. "Sì Feli?" I called downstairs. I heard the patter of several feet before I saw my brothers. "You need to come to a world meeting! You've never went and you haven't seen any countries in years!" Said Feliciano. I sighed. "Feli..." I muttered. "Sorella. You're coming to the world meeting whether you like it or not. You have forced yourself into different jobs to occupy yourself over the centuries and Fratello and I have had enough!" Argued Lovino. "Lovi is right." Said Savio. I sighed. "I guess it would be good to see some of the countries again..." I said. Feliciano cheered. "Yay! Oh! And it's a themed meeting! We all have to wear an old style that our countries have had!" Said Feliciano. I raised an eyebrow. "How did you get that Potato Bastard to agree with it?" Asked Lovino. I'm guessing he was referring to Germany. I didn't know many nations. I knew some from my past but only because my brothers introduced me to them. "My secret!" Giggled Feliciano. Lovino rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Sorella, we were all going in our old togas. I'm pretty sure you still have yours so get dress in that. The meeting is half an hour." Said Lovino. My eyes widened. "Half an hour? You were gonna take me to the meeting even if I said no, weren't you?" I asked. They all nodded. I sighed. "All right. Get out so I can change then." I said. They all nodded and left. I sighed as I got up and headed to my wardrobe. I opened it and pulled out a old box. I opened it to find my old toga and gold bracelets that I had. I sighed as I took in the old memories...

For as long as I can remember, it had been me, my three younger brothers and my grandpa. To the human eye, we seemed like a ordinary family in some sense. That was far from the truth. We were nations. My Grandpa was The Roman Empire. Me and my brothers called him Grandpa Rome or Nonno was Grandpa in Italian. The two oldest brothers were Repubblica Italiana (English=Italian Republic). The oldest out of the two was South Italy aka Italy Romano. The second oldest was North Italy aka Italy Veneziano. My youngest brother, who to be more factual was a micro-nation, was 'Principality of Seborga' or just Seborga for short. I was apart from my Italian brothers. Italian roots but I was a different country. An island from the coast of Italy called Itain. I was the eldest. Physically and Historically.

(A nation's physical age was a tricky thing. My brothers grew slower than I did physically. However like any other nations, Physical age also stops or slows to a halt when that nation is physically mature. Death is... Complicated. We can't die of old age. We either diminish and everyone forgets us or we die in battle if our capital is destroyed and we are physically killed. Circumstances do vary however. As I said. Complicated.)

We had human names as well. Lovino for Romano, Feliciano for Veneziano and Savio for Seborga. We all had the last name Vargas. My human name was (Y/n).

We used our human names between ourselves and Grandpa Rome. It was common knowledge to any nation that one should only use one's human name if allowed too. Since we were family, none of us saw a problem using our human names between us. However as Grandpa Rome always said; "the use of a nation's true name is a sign of blinding trust and love".

We were taught a lot of things by Grandpa Rome. Art was a favourite between us all.

The Roman Years {Physical Age: 16 years}