a bunch of probably hetalia whatevershots

Snickles and the Legend of Nations - Hetalia x Reader Crackfic (prologue)

Why, hello there, my lovely and innocent little reader.

You're about to be transported to an alternate version of this world where the standard rules of logic and physics forgot to apply.

BUT, we can't have us just calling you [Name], can we? No, we can't.

Sure, your real name is [Name] [Last name], but in order for us to more completely immerse you into this overdose of written LSD, you're going to need a stand-in name. So will your best friend, who would normally be named [Best friend's name].

If you're actually bright enough to pay attention to the title, then you might have a clue as to what your stand-in name might be.

See, you've always wanted to be unique, to stand out from the crowd. The thought of sharing a name with someone made you uncomfortable. So, when you and your best friend found an amazing meme, you decided to make that your nickname.

So, instead of going by [Name] [Last name], you decided to respond to the name of Snickles. Snickles Satisfies, to be more precise. Your fried decided to join in on the fun, and you gave her the name of Scattles Rainbows.

You've been doing this for several years now, and the two of you didn't care if it made people think you as strange. You know that you probably don't have all your gears in place anyways, so what does it matter?

Now, let us switch to the third person, shall we?

Snickles?

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Snickles and Scattles make their way down the hall, and to the school library. Scattles needs to study for an important history test, and she can't afford to fail. Snickles, being the smart little wisecrack she is, is only going with so that she can chill and help her dear friend out if necessary. She could do some studying if she wanted, but she doesn't actually have any tests coming up anytime soon. She also finished all of her homework in class.

They push open the door, and Scattles bounds over to the nonfiction section so that she can find some sort of textbook or something to help her out. The person at the desk, who would normally have checked them in, is chugging a flask of what looks like vodka. The duo doesn't pay attention to him.

"Snickles, I can't find it! Do you have any idea where this stupid book could be?"

Snickles bounds over to Scattles, quickly scanning the numbers and directing her friend to the book she needs. Snickles spots a book out of the corner of her eye. It appears to be quite large, old, and leatherbound, but what sticks out to her the most is the fact that there is no label on it.

She removes the book from the shelf and returns to the table that they picked out to study at. "Hey Scattles, check this out!"

Scattles looks up from the book she's reading and raises an eyebrow. "What is that?"

"No idea, but there's no label."

Snickles takes a seat and flips the book open to the first page. A beautiful illustration fills it, with bold inkstrokes defining the drawing. She flips through it, and eventually comes across some actual words for once.

nations.txt

Life is abundant on the Earth we live in, and not just limited to plants and animals. The land itself also has a spirit, a life that no one seems to have ever noticed. As humans continue to shape the earth, the land breaks off a part of its spirit and a new individual is born, one that is representative of a territory inhabited by humans. They live much longer, however, and are shaped by how humanity thinks and feels towards them. Very few have ever encountered their existence, and those that have are never believed to be telling the truth.

Snickles grins, and it's a grin bigger than any she has ever made before. If this book, this grimoire, is telling the truth, then this is going to be the absolute best thing that's ever happened to her and Scattles.

Snickles takes a fountain pen she got for her last birthday and writes something below the paragraph.

One major example is Hetalia, a manga series created by Hidekaz Himaruya and later adapted into an anime.

Scattles looks at Snickles incredulously. "What are you doing?!" she hisses.

"It didn't have a label, or a barcode, or anything! So I'm editing it a little bit!"

The duo looks back down on the page to see a new phrase pop up.

How did you know about that?

Snickles throws all caution to the wind and decides to answer the question.

i hired the mafia, obviously

Scattles bursts into giggles at the statement. The truth is, Scattles had shown her the anime, and she had fallen in love with it. They both like it, but Snickles' opinion of it is closer to an obsession.

You did NOT hire the mafia!

how do you know that?

I just do!

i like this book, by the way. where did you get such advanced technology? i've never read a book with a chat function before!

There's no response for a moment. Then:

I'm done.

The duo giggles at the defeated chat function, and they begin flipping through more pages. There's a song recommendation section, and Snickles writes down The Family-Friendly Noose Song. On Scattles' behalf, she writes Everybody's Circulation.

They come across doodles of anime character versions of the various Hetalians, a picture of a ripped guy holding the Earth (which they both immediately recognize because of its presence in the show), and what looks like a screenshot of someone's Tumblr.

For whatever reason, Snickles is under the impression that the person at the chat function was pretending to be England. Upon encountering a blank page, she begins doodling him, and puts a caption saying The person who was managing the chat function. She then draws an arrow pointing to the doodle.

In the time that she's waiting for a response, Snickles decides to thicken England's eyebrows by drawing them until they hit the edge of the page. As she is performing her quest, the same writing that was responding to the chat function decides to write Stop it, you bloody git! Can't you see that's disrespectful?!

is it accurate?

Well. . .

:)

Scattles can barely contain her laughter at the newborn conversation. She then seems to realize something, and her jolly mood disappears.

"Snickles, you know we have to take this back to whoever it belongs to, right?"

"Oh, right . . . I kinda forgot about that. I hope they don't get too mad, though. . ."

"I say we take it back, after we figure out who it belongs to."

Snickles smirks, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And I say we have an adventure along the way."