New Life, New Love

Pairing: Fem!Prussia x America

Summary: Prussia died after the Berlin Wall came down. But will some prophetic last words he gave to Germany become true? And what will these changes bring?

Author's Note: So after resolving things with my friend, I'm feeling somewhat better. I'm doing my best to manage my time better, so I'm writing a bit more. Please be happy with me.

Disclaimer: *looks around to make sure no one is watching her* What would happen if I said I owned Hetalia? *cops on ostriches burst in* AHHHH! I DON'T OWN IT, I DON'T OWN IT!

Remember, I live for reviews. Moar plz. I'm cereal. I want, um...10 more reviews. Can we do that? ;A;

Number of Words: 396 (I'm sorry this is such a short chapter. T^T Longer chapters, I promise them soon.)

Chapter Seven

Despite the incident that occurred in the bathroom earlier the previous day, everyone had gotten over it quite quickly (although America's nose was still bleeding when he left and Germany looked ready to cut a bitch.)

Ludwig had kept her up late lecturing her on the etiquette of World Conferences. No putting her feet up on the table, no claiming of vital regions (something her old self had been quite notorious for, apparently. Gillian herself still didn't quite understand the concept, but she had the feeling it was probably something dirty.) no blowing things up, no shouting (oh, the irony) and she was to be a "proper lady" (whatever the hell that was) and behave herself. Not to mention she had to take notes at this meeting.

Halfway through her father's speech, Gillian got bored and gave up on paying attention. She opted to blow half-heartedly at her bangs, watching them slowly flutter back to her forehead and then blowing them up again, turning it into a game; don't let your hair touch your forehead.

Ludwig sighed when he saw that he was getting absolutely nowhere with the bored adolescent. "Alright, hop on into bed. I'll wake you up in the morning, but I'll be staying with Italy toni—"

"Yeah, really don't wanna hear the details," Gil interrupted quite loudly before her father could continue. "Mom beat you to the talk a long time ago." she began to mock a falsetto of Feliciano's voice. "And honey, when two people love each other verrrrry much, they kiss a lot! And kissing leads to other things! Like babies!"

Ludwig flushed. "I was merely going to say that in order to be at the conference on time, you should wake up by seven. The conference assembles at eight, don't be late."

"Oh, you and your incessant rhyming," Gillian flapped her hand lazily at her dad as she tested the springs on her bed and almost hit the ceiling.

"Just don't disturb anyone." Germany sighed.

Gillian rolled her eyes. "Guut nicht, vati! Bye bye now!" she climbed off the bed and began to push him out the door.

She flopped back down onto the duvet after her dad left. "God...I am so not tired..."

.oO0Oo.

Yet somehow over the course of the night, Gillian managed to fall asleep.