The Nutcracker- Hetalia style. Ch 1
Merry belated Christmas! I had actually been planning this story for a while, but I am such a procrastinator.
Anyways, I thought this would be epic. The classic Christmas story “The Nutcracker”, Hetalia style!
Enjoy!
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It was Christmas Eve, somewhere slightly east of middle Europe. Little Feliciano was staring longingly at the plate of canolis upon the table.
“Ve… so yummy…” his thoughts were interrupted by a disapproving Roderich picking his up by the scruff of his dress.
“Those are for the party, Feliciano. Wait until then.”
“But I’m hungry!”
“Be patient.” The Austrian sighted and set him down. “Go help finish setting him up” the small child cheered and ran off to join his brother Lovino, who was in a grumpy mood as usual. Elizaveta smiled and out an arm on her husband’s shoulder.
“Don’t fret, Roderich. The party will be great. Aw, little Feli looks so adorable in that dress!”
“Yes, it will be splendid. My friend Tchaikovsky is even providing the sound track.” He waved at the composer down in the orchestra pit. “Hopefully Gilbert Bellchmidt won’t show up this time…”
A few hours later, the party was in full swing. The guests, mostly European, were mingled amongst themselves and the children were playing with the toys under the Christmas tree. The toys included American soldiers, a Canadian Mounty, and a Japanese samurai doll. (No one questioned why there were American and Japanese toys at a European Christmas party.)
“Ne, big brother, wasn’t that dancing fun? I had fun! Did you?” Feliciano asked cheerfully, poking Lovino.
Lovino shoved him away “Shut up, idiot! It was stupid!”
“Grandpa Rome is coming tonight! It’ll be great! We’ll eat pasta and do art and sing and_”
“You’re annoying!”
“Hey, Merry Christmas!” came what was supposed to be a mysterious arrival. “Grandpa Rome!” Feliciano cheered
“, Hi my adorable little grandkids! Aw, you look especially adorable tonight!” he coddled as he hugged them tightly.
“Oi Grandpa, are you gonna do anything special tonight like usual?” Lovino asked
“Of course! I brought lots off stuff, including these dolls here” He winked at the beautiful women hanging onto his arm.
Some time later, after the amusing situation where Elizaveta whacked Gilbert with her frying pan under the mistletoe, Grandpa Rome handed Feliciano a box. “Here’s a special gift for you, Feli” Feliciano squealed happily and tore off the shiny paper and opened the box. Inside was what seemed like a wooden doll of a small blond boy wearing a black cloak, white ruffled tie and a big black and gold hat. There was a lever on his back and he a hinged gaping jaw. “Ve, neat! What is it?”
“This is a nutcracker” “LOL nutcracker” someone chortled. “He is the Holy Roman Empire. He was a great nation”
“Thanks Grandpa Rome! I love him!” Feliciano hugged the nutcracker in happiness and began to dance with it.
“Let me see it!” Lovino demanded, grabbing for the nutcracker.
“No!” Feliciano protested.
It was during that tug of war that Lovino some how ended breaking the nutcracker, which sent Feliciano into tears.
“Now, now, don’t cry Feli! We can easily fix it! Someone get the glue!”
Feliciano was still crying when someone handed the nutcracker back to him, mostly fixed except for some bandages. “There you are Feliciano, good as new!”
His face instantly brightened up “Yay!” He hugged it and started to dance with it again.
“Now Feliciano, I hoped that you learned a valuable lesson about how to take care of your toys and_” Roderich stopped when he saw that Feliciano was fast asleep, still hugging the nutcracker in his little arms. An “Aaaawwww!!” Came from the fan girls.
Later that night, around midnight, Feliciano snuck back downstairs, shivering in his frilly little nightgown. He smiled as he saw his beloved nutcracker and picked it up, scaring off a trio of trembling Baltic mice.
“There you are, Holy Roman Empire! I missed you. But I’m back now! Even if it is dark and scary and there’s a bunch of mice and_” He tripped on the rug and fell on his face, luckily said rug prevented any injuries. But it still kind of hurt. “Ow…”
When he looked up, he noticed that the whole room seemed a LOT bigger. And that the toys were moving on their own. And the evil looking mice coming towards him.
TBC!
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Chapter 2 coming soon.
Anyways, I thought this would be epic. The classic Christmas story “The Nutcracker”, Hetalia style!
Enjoy!
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It was Christmas Eve, somewhere slightly east of middle Europe. Little Feliciano was staring longingly at the plate of canolis upon the table.
“Ve… so yummy…” his thoughts were interrupted by a disapproving Roderich picking his up by the scruff of his dress.
“Those are for the party, Feliciano. Wait until then.”
“But I’m hungry!”
“Be patient.” The Austrian sighted and set him down. “Go help finish setting him up” the small child cheered and ran off to join his brother Lovino, who was in a grumpy mood as usual. Elizaveta smiled and out an arm on her husband’s shoulder.
“Don’t fret, Roderich. The party will be great. Aw, little Feli looks so adorable in that dress!”
“Yes, it will be splendid. My friend Tchaikovsky is even providing the sound track.” He waved at the composer down in the orchestra pit. “Hopefully Gilbert Bellchmidt won’t show up this time…”
A few hours later, the party was in full swing. The guests, mostly European, were mingled amongst themselves and the children were playing with the toys under the Christmas tree. The toys included American soldiers, a Canadian Mounty, and a Japanese samurai doll. (No one questioned why there were American and Japanese toys at a European Christmas party.)
“Ne, big brother, wasn’t that dancing fun? I had fun! Did you?” Feliciano asked cheerfully, poking Lovino.
Lovino shoved him away “Shut up, idiot! It was stupid!”
“Grandpa Rome is coming tonight! It’ll be great! We’ll eat pasta and do art and sing and_”
“You’re annoying!”
“Hey, Merry Christmas!” came what was supposed to be a mysterious arrival. “Grandpa Rome!” Feliciano cheered
“, Hi my adorable little grandkids! Aw, you look especially adorable tonight!” he coddled as he hugged them tightly.
“Oi Grandpa, are you gonna do anything special tonight like usual?” Lovino asked
“Of course! I brought lots off stuff, including these dolls here” He winked at the beautiful women hanging onto his arm.
Some time later, after the amusing situation where Elizaveta whacked Gilbert with her frying pan under the mistletoe, Grandpa Rome handed Feliciano a box. “Here’s a special gift for you, Feli” Feliciano squealed happily and tore off the shiny paper and opened the box. Inside was what seemed like a wooden doll of a small blond boy wearing a black cloak, white ruffled tie and a big black and gold hat. There was a lever on his back and he a hinged gaping jaw. “Ve, neat! What is it?”
“This is a nutcracker” “LOL nutcracker” someone chortled. “He is the Holy Roman Empire. He was a great nation”
“Thanks Grandpa Rome! I love him!” Feliciano hugged the nutcracker in happiness and began to dance with it.
“Let me see it!” Lovino demanded, grabbing for the nutcracker.
“No!” Feliciano protested.
It was during that tug of war that Lovino some how ended breaking the nutcracker, which sent Feliciano into tears.
“Now, now, don’t cry Feli! We can easily fix it! Someone get the glue!”
Feliciano was still crying when someone handed the nutcracker back to him, mostly fixed except for some bandages. “There you are Feliciano, good as new!”
His face instantly brightened up “Yay!” He hugged it and started to dance with it again.
“Now Feliciano, I hoped that you learned a valuable lesson about how to take care of your toys and_” Roderich stopped when he saw that Feliciano was fast asleep, still hugging the nutcracker in his little arms. An “Aaaawwww!!” Came from the fan girls.
Later that night, around midnight, Feliciano snuck back downstairs, shivering in his frilly little nightgown. He smiled as he saw his beloved nutcracker and picked it up, scaring off a trio of trembling Baltic mice.
“There you are, Holy Roman Empire! I missed you. But I’m back now! Even if it is dark and scary and there’s a bunch of mice and_” He tripped on the rug and fell on his face, luckily said rug prevented any injuries. But it still kind of hurt. “Ow…”
When he looked up, he noticed that the whole room seemed a LOT bigger. And that the toys were moving on their own. And the evil looking mice coming towards him.
TBC!
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Chapter 2 coming soon.