theswedeandthefinn

Episode 2: Operation Barbarossa (The time was WWII.) “ITALY!” Germany was very distressed. The war was going quite well for him, but war was war, and war meant dealing with alliances and enemies every day. “Yes, Germany! What is it?” Italy reported dutifully, ignoring the harshness of Germany’s voice. He was probably just reporting to training . . . “I have just sent troops to Egypt to support you, yet I need every man I can find to launch this attack!” Germany stared him straight in the eyes, his own cold and demanding. “What are you trying to accomplish?” “W-well, my boss

Episode 1: Alliances and Ententes *I do not own Hetalia* “So, they think they can strip me of the land I rightfully own?” An extremely tall man smiled deviously. “Do they really want me as an enemy?” In front of him, three extremely nervous countries quivered. The glint in Russia’s violet eyes only created more need for panic. “Latvia, do you think Mr. Germany wants me as his enemy?” “N-no!” the shortest stuttered. He winced, preparing for the towering countries’ reaction. “Not at all! I certainly don’t want you as an enemy!” He turned away from his master, cat

       Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as the plane landed bumpily. After hours of traveling, you had just landed in Paris, France! Who knew what exciting opportunities would be open to you? You had never left the United States, even though you could speak a little French and a couple of phrases in Japanese. You grabbed your purple Hetalia drawstring carry-on bag as you followed your parents off the full flight. The bag had pictures of the Allied Forces on it. It was your favorite, and you simply HAD to take it with you, along with your MacBook Pro, your cell phone, and your many manga books. You also brought your black diary that looke

The next night, Berwald and Tino lingered on the stage, after all the others had retired to relaxation. It had been a tough day for Tino, who lost quickly to Ivan. Even though his skill level increased again, he had a lot to prove. Determination shone in his eyes as he threw a couple of practice punches, fists shining like ice. “Yer off balance,” Berwald observed as he watcher the shorter warrior wobble. “Use the core ‘f your body.” Tino tried to fix his stance, but his legs were too far apart and he was exposing too many weak points. He tried to kick with his back leg but he fell flat on his face. Berwald step

        On screen stood the most adorable boy Berwald had ever seen. His eyes were lilac and shone with excitement. A white beret rested on his pale blonde hair. Like many of the other characters, he wore a black cross at the next of his pale blue uniform. The screen faded black again and an announcement was made, ordering the players to Selection Stage. Berwald avoided the cheerful side conversations and walked to his spot. Feliks gossiped on the way to his right; the newcomer stared nervously ahead to his left. The first exposure to this world was quite nerve-racking; Berwald was unlocked just three weeks ago yet the memories of knowing not

Am I the favorite character in the minds of the fangirls? Non, their judgment is not good! They like the cute or the funny characters Not “creepy perverts”, non, it’s just not right! You cannot possibly love a perv! But mon amour, it’s not fair! I’m not a pervert, Or a pedo or a creeper. I’m just an ordinary country I’ve had a tough life! Did I ever tell you about the Reign of Terror? Or did I care to mention the Paris Uprisings, The blood-stained path to a republic? I was not sexually harassing the other countries. I was crying at the sight of French blood Innocent bodies lying in the

“Now, who can tell me the symbolic meaning behind the death of Candy’s old dog?” In the back of his English classroom, Feliciano yawned, resting his head on top of his crossed arms. The mid-May weather was inviting, balmy, and perfect for falling asleep. It was almost lunchtime, and the teenager was tired after a hard math lesson earlier. The last thing on his mind was the death of a poor, innocent fictional dog. He yawned a second time, his thoughts drifting lazily to warm, sunny fields of grass and wildflowers. His mind simulated the floral scent of the latter; he smiled lazily to himself, as his teacher’s voice beca

(A/N: Just a silly Hetalia story that's loosely based on the marching band experience. It's not meant to be serious at all.) Needless to say, it had all been Italy’s idea. The country was bored at America’s house one evening, with nothing to do but eat American pizza (which was nothing like the food he originally created) and flip through the channels. “America, do you have the cooking channel?” Italy directed his question to America, who was apparently trying to see how much pizza he could fit into his mouth at once. “Yeah, let me change it—“ America fumbled for the remote, still chewing and di

(A/N: Hey! This will be a multi-chapter Hetalia AU adventure! It’s very SuFin-centric, but many characters make appearances. I clearly don’t own Hetalia, because a fifteen-year-old girl from America would never be able to create a Japanese webcomic. Questions/reviews are always accepted!) Berwald cleared his thoughts, trying to distract from his previous actions. The man he faced was no longer an ally; nights spent watching his friendly smiles would be forgotten once it started. He stared at his opponent, the dirty-blonde, glasses-bearing man of average height, programmed with impossible strength and an excess of energy. Of cour