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FanFic: Hetalia - According to you... 1/?
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vinczu at FanFic: Hetalia - According to you... 1/? Title: According to you...
Characters/Pairings: Hungary/Prussia
Author: vinczu
Rating: T
Summary: A little AU story of my OTP. Hungary and Prussias life as know from Hetalia in our almost real world.
“Der Jornal,
Am so uwsam, I was so so uwsam thoday too! There was a new fameli today, and a boy come with them!
Ill make him my playtoy!
Gilbert 1995.may 27.”
A little boy run thru their garden, out to the road, then a cut to left and he already was end of their corner. He wear a light gray came which float behind him as he crosed the roads. Some people greeted him, some just shake ther fist in anger as he blitzed thru their garden to shorten his way. Then he stopped before a little condominium, where a truk parked and some men lodged funny looking furniture. It was already the poor quarter of the city, he lived near but in a well know biger place.
The little guy sneaked around the truk - to amuzement of the workers - and investigated the soon to be neightbores of him. Then another youngling popped up and blocked his view, resting his hand on his waist and looking really angered. The sneaking boy looked up to him with his almost albinic features and his red eyes. Big green eyes looked back questioning and demaning.
- What are ya doin aroun here? - the taller boy asked. He wear pale colored clothing a big T-shirt and some dirty pants, crowning this all he didn’t wear shoes? As the pale boy investigated the other one, he didn’t answer in time. The taller guy grabbed his collar and asked once more. - So who are you?
- Keseese - he laughed - I’m the one who ask questions! - he grabbed his prisoners hand and - still on tiptoes- she grimaced as menaincing as he could.
- I’m a knight! I make this region peceful! - he said so proudly that our guy just losed it for a minute and let him go, causing the knight to run to the other side f the truck. What a hero.
- A..are you really…? - the brutalo asked with gleam in his eyes, - Are you really a knight? A price even? - he gigled to himself.
- Ew princes are lame! Knights make all the fighting! - he then showed a pose true to a knight. His imagined sword held out, and his cape almost coucht the wind. Almost… but our brutal - as our knight now decided to call him - was all jiggery because his newly found admiration.
- What do you think can I be a price too? - he then grabbed the little boys hand. All exicet he blushed hard and shoke the knights hand so hard he almost lost it.
I just told you princes are lame, you still wannabe one? - the
other kid nodded. - Then its decided! You will be a knight too!
- But I want to be a prince!
- ELIZA!! - a man called, and the brutal turned around.
- Right away Dad! - then he turned back to the knight. -Yeah my name is Elizaveta, we just moved here. Do you live nearby?
- My name is Gilbert the AWESOME. - he declared.
- Awesome…? - Eilza asked.
- Yeah that’s the important part, remember it!! - he pushed his little finger to Elizas chest and made his point come thru to the little boy.
- I got it,…see you soon you awesome knight…- as he said that he run away back to a man who was already impatient in his wait. Gilbert then turned fast and run back, today he got an appreantice, a really storng one too, he could still feel the power in his cape as he grabbed him. But his name Eliza was lame, as his idea of being a prince. As awesome as he is, he can’t have an lame sidekick.
“Der jornal,
Today was really uwsom, I met tha new boy in the neightborehood.
I was UWSOM!
Gilbert 1995.may27.”
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The typos in the diary are deliberate, cause Gilbert is like 5 years old so he is writing better then, a five years old would. Hope you like it <3
Characters/Pairings: Hungary/Prussia
Author: vinczu
Rating: T
Summary: A little AU story of my OTP. Hungary and Prussias life as know from Hetalia in our almost real world.
“Der Jornal,
Am so uwsam, I was so so uwsam thoday too! There was a new fameli today, and a boy come with them!
Ill make him my playtoy!
Gilbert 1995.may 27.”
A little boy run thru their garden, out to the road, then a cut to left and he already was end of their corner. He wear a light gray came which float behind him as he crosed the roads. Some people greeted him, some just shake ther fist in anger as he blitzed thru their garden to shorten his way. Then he stopped before a little condominium, where a truk parked and some men lodged funny looking furniture. It was already the poor quarter of the city, he lived near but in a well know biger place.
The little guy sneaked around the truk - to amuzement of the workers - and investigated the soon to be neightbores of him. Then another youngling popped up and blocked his view, resting his hand on his waist and looking really angered. The sneaking boy looked up to him with his almost albinic features and his red eyes. Big green eyes looked back questioning and demaning.
- What are ya doin aroun here? - the taller boy asked. He wear pale colored clothing a big T-shirt and some dirty pants, crowning this all he didn’t wear shoes? As the pale boy investigated the other one, he didn’t answer in time. The taller guy grabbed his collar and asked once more. - So who are you?
- Keseese - he laughed - I’m the one who ask questions! - he grabbed his prisoners hand and - still on tiptoes- she grimaced as menaincing as he could.
- I’m a knight! I make this region peceful! - he said so proudly that our guy just losed it for a minute and let him go, causing the knight to run to the other side f the truck. What a hero.
- A..are you really…? - the brutalo asked with gleam in his eyes, - Are you really a knight? A price even? - he gigled to himself.
- Ew princes are lame! Knights make all the fighting! - he then showed a pose true to a knight. His imagined sword held out, and his cape almost coucht the wind. Almost… but our brutal - as our knight now decided to call him - was all jiggery because his newly found admiration.
- What do you think can I be a price too? - he then grabbed the little boys hand. All exicet he blushed hard and shoke the knights hand so hard he almost lost it.
I just told you princes are lame, you still wannabe one? - the
other kid nodded. - Then its decided! You will be a knight too!
- But I want to be a prince!
- ELIZA!! - a man called, and the brutal turned around.
- Right away Dad! - then he turned back to the knight. -Yeah my name is Elizaveta, we just moved here. Do you live nearby?
- My name is Gilbert the AWESOME. - he declared.
- Awesome…? - Eilza asked.
- Yeah that’s the important part, remember it!! - he pushed his little finger to Elizas chest and made his point come thru to the little boy.
- I got it,…see you soon you awesome knight…- as he said that he run away back to a man who was already impatient in his wait. Gilbert then turned fast and run back, today he got an appreantice, a really storng one too, he could still feel the power in his cape as he grabbed him. But his name Eliza was lame, as his idea of being a prince. As awesome as he is, he can’t have an lame sidekick.
“Der jornal,
Today was really uwsom, I met tha new boy in the neightborehood.
I was UWSOM!
Gilbert 1995.may27.”
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The typos in the diary are deliberate, cause Gilbert is like 5 years old so he is writing better then, a five years old would. Hope you like it <3