Anime Imagines

aph Germany - I Won't Kill My People

**A/N I am IN FREAKING LOVE with Hetalia so I'm adding it to the anime imagines

In this imagine, you are Ireland.  Sorry.  I wanted to put a country, and ireland was the first one I thought of that doesn't have a Hetalia character (I'm pretty sure).  You will be described in this imagine as if you were the character I've designed (link to photo: http://immunewerecoyote.tumblr.com/post/156559828870/my-hetalia-aph-oc-ireland )

You found your way into a forest crowded by trees, one that was oh-so-familiar to you.  You went there every day to practice fighting; the countries around you had all been getting into wars lately, and you were afraid you'd be the next target.  You took off your jacket, leaving you in your dark green tank-top that matched your eyes perfectly.

You went to a hollow tree trunk where you stored some of your materials, and you fished out a sack of potatoes and a rope.  You tied one end of the rope to the potato sack and took the other end in your hand, and you began to climb a tree.  You moved quickly up the wooden terrain, hopping up from branch to branch until you were at a suitable height.  You tied the rope to a branch, so the potato sack was hanging about three feet off the ground.  You then carefully made your way back down to the ground.

You brushed yourself off and checked for splinters before getting into a fighting stance in front of the potato sack.  You didn't have an actual dummy to practice fighting on, so you used a sack of potatoes instead.  You began to attack it, punching it and kicking it and doing all sorts of things, until you heard a branch snap nearby.

You turned around and surveyed your surroundings, until you saw him.  He was tall, and his blonde hair was shining from the sunlight.  He was staring at you with wide, electric blue eyes.  He didn't bother to look away when he noticed you saw him, but instead he walked towards you.  "Vou are very skilled," he said through a thick German accent.

You crossed your arms as you looked at him.  "Germany," you said plainly.  You'd heard all about Ludwig Beilschmidt from your older brother, Arthur.

"I zee my reputation proceedz me," he said as he examined the potato sack.  "But, I cannot say zhe same for you."

You pursed your lips in disapproval.  "Ireland," you said plainly after a moment.  "Now if ya'll excuse me, I have trainin' to get to."  

He nodded.  "Go ahead, I'm just voing to vatch."

You rolled your green eyes.  "You be needin' somethin', huh Ludwig?"

He shook his head as he leaned against a tree.  He crossed his bare arms over his black muscle shirt.  "Just vooking vor an ally," he said plainly.

"Ha!" you said as you began to attack the sack again.  "In yer dreams, ya bloody git."  You punched the potato sack, and when you went to punch it again something caught your fist.  You turned to see the pale German staring at you, your fist in his hand.

"Allow me to rephraze zhat, I vould lie to vork vith you."  He released your fist, and poked at the potato sack.  "Zis cannot vork forever."

"I can't go against my brothers," you said plainly as you balled your hands into fists again.  "I can't go agains' me blood."  You punched the potato sack again, ignoring the beautiful blue eyes you felt staring at you, almost as if he could see into your soul.

"My ally Italy, he'z going against hiz blood.  Hiz brother France."

You sighed but shook your head.  "I can't do that to Arthur, not after everythin' he's done for me."  You knew you weren't going to get anything done with him around, so you began to climb the tree again to untie the rope.

Germany watched you as you climbed, and after you untied the rope, something happened that had never happened before: You fell.  Germany rushed to where you were falling and caught you, so you didn't hit the ground.  He looked into your green eyes for a moment before setting you down.  His gaze was captivating, his eyes were beautiful.  "Did zhat change anyzhing?"

You shook your head again.  "I'm not joinin' the war unless I get invaded," you states plainly as you removed yourself from his grasp.  

"I don't vant to invade you, Ireland."

You rolled your eyes yet again as you took the potato sack off of its branch.  "Why do you even want me?  I'm nothin' special, I'm not my brother."  You took the sack and went over to your hiding place.

"Do you compare yourzelf to your brozher a lot?"  He followed you over to the hiding spot as he spoke.  "Becauze I don't zhink you're vike your brozher at all."

Your eyes rolled, yet again.  "Please.  I'm not great powerful England, I'm not fortified America, I'm just Ireland."

"Vell, I have vanted Ireland vor quite zome time."  

That got your attention.  You turned to face him, having your curiosity peaked.  "Go on...?"

He sighed.  "Vook, Ireland-"

"y/n," you interrupted.  "Call me y/n."

He nodded slowly.  "y/n.  I've vanted to vork vith you vor a vong, vong time."  He looked down at his feet.  "I'm not good at zhis sort of zhing, expressing my veelings and stuff..."

You chuckled slightly.  "You're in love with me?"

Another slow nod.  "Ves."

You let out a sigh.  "Germany-"

"Ludvig."

"Ludwig.  Wantin' to date someone is a whole lot different than askin' them to fight in your war.  Askin' for a date is sayin' you wanna spend time with me, askin' to go to war is just sayin' that I have to send my people off to death."  You turned to face him, and you leaned back against the empty tree trunk.  "I'll go out with ya, but I won't kill my people for ya."

A small smile made its way onto his face.  "Vair enough.  I'll vick you up tomorrow at veight."

You smiled at him.  "Sounds like a plan."