Beauty and the German (ReaderXGermany) Part-1

You were born in a small town. Nice, simple, calm, and very beautiful. Your
favorite place was the town square and especailly if you had a good book.
This morning your ill father, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, who people offen
refer to him as Spain, sent you to pick up some metal parts for his new
invention. You were sitting on the square fountain reading a book that
you must have checked out about thousand times. A story about a unbreakable
romance. Something you wanted but no man really treated you right.

"Ah ___ Liebling, How awesome is this?" You turned your head to see the
ablino man, Gilbert Beilschmidt, also known as Prussia. 'Oh no...' you
thought. Gilbert was a handsome man but a real asshole. You couldn't see
why all the girls loved a man that would treat someone like they are nothing
but sexy servants. Glibert sat next to you and wrapped his arms around your
waist. His breath reaked of beer.

"Say ___, when are you going to let the awesome Prussia take you out huh?
I mean look at you, a person like you, shouldn't be spending her days in
a old mans house, reading t-these nutzlos things!" Gilbert grabbed the book
out of your hands and looked through it as if Tony wrote it. "Where are all
the pictures, or colors? Its freaking me out with is horrible blandness!"
With that he tossed the book over his shoulder and into the fresh mud.

"Its called being smart and creative, do you even know what that is?!" You
shouted. You suddenly feelt wraps tighter around your waist. "Ja, I do ___.
And hears my creative nonfiction story." He whispering in your ear "You're
going to marry me...and we will get you out of that crazy old mans house~..."
" MY FATHER ISN'T CRAZY YOU JERK!" At the second you ended that statement
a huge boom beckoned at your house. "Papa!" You escaped the Germans hands
and ran home. Hearing Gilbert laughing as you ran off.

"Papa, Papa?! Are you alright! Papa?!" You couldn't see the floor thanks
to the smoke blocking your view. "Oh ¡Esta máquina maldita!" You knew
your father was working on a machine for who knows what. You also knew that
your father had a bad illness and should be resting. As soon as the smoked
cleared Antonio looked at you. "Oh...Hola ___..." "Papa you shouldn't be
doing this right now. Not with your health." You wrapped is coat around him
without him putting his arms in the sleeves. "Oh querido...I've been trying
to fix this old piece of junk since your madre died...I don't know if I
can do it ___" You handed him the parts you picked up. "Maybe these will help."
He looked at you. "Oh yeah right, if I attach this to this, my machine will
totally work..." As he said those words, the also did attach the parts together.

Fog started, pipes creaked, parts moved, and BAM! It worked! The perfect Churro
maker! Your father started at it as if it was a god. "Dios mío...IT WORKES!"
He grabbed you and spun you around. "Mi hija perfecta!!! It workes!" You laugh
and huggled him. "I'm so happy for you Papa!" After he put you down he started
gathering his things. "Papa what are you doing?" you asked the Spainish man.
The fair! My Churros must be shared with all!" You smiled widely, you never
seen Spain this happy since your mother was alive.

"Mi hija, please take care of yourself. I don't know when I'll return but
I promise, things will be looking up now..."