Hetalia One-Shots! [Pairing/Historical, etc..]

"Mutti!" [Aushun w. Kugelmugel]

It was another world meeting, the meeting dragging on like syrupy sweet molasses; sleepiness was thick in the air. Seychelles, giving her speech on her coastal waters flooding, looked around the United Nations meeting room to see mostly tired nations.

Some tried to be polite and stay awake, but most were sleepy or even sleeping. (She grimaced at the Big Five in particular, who were all asleep or distracted, with France and England glaring heatedly at each other, America sleeping, China striking up a deal with... South Sudan? Alright. And Russia, who was playing with his scarf, absent-minded.)

She sighed before abruptly cutting off her speech and data (she stayed up all night on showing the trends too!) and sat back down, not like anyone actually noticed or cared to comment. Rubbing her hands over her face, she sighed heavily behind them as Germany had looked around the distracted room before trying to call them into attention.

Leaning into her chair, Seychelles yawned, she was always tired from the constant meetings her president booked her, she knows it's for the best, but it's tiring.

Hearing a creaking sound, she turned her head to see the double wooden doors of the meeting room opening. Most nations went quite at the still meeting room finally being opened up to fresh air and light, looking curiously to see the person at the door.

A small boy was standing before them, he had long, white hair in two braids, with a little red beret and formal clothes. He looked quite cute, Seychelles gushed. Who was this boy, was he a micro-nation? Why was he here now, was he lost or something?

Looking curiously, Germany spoke up. "Sorry, are you lost? Do you need help? This is only for countries in the UN." He spoke gruffly, polite but upfront.

The boy looked blankly at him before looking across the room, ignoring the host country in search for someone in the sea of nations. Germany continued, "Are you lost? You are not recognized and can't attend, please leave or say why you're here."

Kugelmugel stared at Germany blankly, "Yes. I am Kugelmugel, where is my Mutti?" Germany was even more confused by this, "Mutti? What Mutti?" He conversed to the child in German, who must of been fluent as he spoke very quickly.

"My Mutti!" Kugelmugel stopped his conversation looking at the nations before him, looking more like a lost child. "My father said she'd be here!" Looking upset, he pouted before turning to leave the conference, before a new nation stepped in.

Hungary, messaging out she would be late as of a conflicting meeting with a trade partnership with Switzerland, had come with Austria, him also included in the alliance. The pouty boy in braid's eyes had brightened, before he uncharacteristically jumped up and flung his arms around his 'mutti's' waist, craning his neck up to look at her.

"Mutti!" He cheered, "there you are! I thought Vatti was lying to me!" Austria looked quite confronted at that, "But I knew you would come. Can we please do something together tonight? Teach me how to do that one dance, euuh-" He fumbled for words before pulling back, smiling softly, "the Csardas(1)! The one dance you talked about doing with Vatti!"

Austria glared, looking suspiciously at the boy, "Are you sure you don't have a crush? Elizaveta, don't just teach him how to-" Hungary elbowed Austria, smiling crisply at the resounding oof as he clutched his stomach. "Oops!" She giggled, Kugelmugel laughing too.

She ruffled her son's messy locks, pieces of hair falling from his plait. She smoothed down the hairs before frowning, "Here, let me re-do your hair, are you sure you're being taken care of in your house? I know it's yours, but..." Kugelmugel merely rolled his eyes, this seeming to be normal for her to fret over him like this.

"No, Mutti, I am good," He turned, smiling at her, "My creator built it very sturdy. I am 70 years old you know, but you can come and check to see if I can live alone or not." He didn't seem to be too happy  with this, but he leaned up to kiss his mother's cheek. Mollified by her son's care and responsibility, she turned him around, going back to plaiting his hair, before she realized what she meant to say. "Yes, no matter what your Vatti," she glances at Austria warningly, "says, I will teach you how to dance traditionally."

Done with his braids, she tugged on them before she smiled, assured that he's taken care of, before kissing the top of his head. "Mutti and Vatti must finish this meeting, do you think you can wait outside? I will take you dancing afterwards." The boy smiled, leaving the meeting room quieter than he had entered.

Hungary had looked up to see the confused eyes of almost 170 nations on her. She blushed; a bit self conscious, looking at Roderich, she saw him looking at her with a 'I told you so, Elizaveta'  look. (She knows the look well, unfortunately) She looks back to the still confused faces of the world.

Well, guess there was some explaining to do, then?

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(1) Csardas - A traditional courting dance in Hungary