GinnyStoleMyMan

A/N: Certain parts of this story are not precisely canon. This was intended as a prequel to a fic I wrote for my friend's birthday: Past, Present, Future, You're Mine, but it didn't end up consistent so… yeah. It was never necessary to read that story to get this one at all but it my opinion, it's quite fun and fluffy. Anyway, here we go with some Hetalia Angst! When it came to the Germanic family, the nation that would eventually be come to known as Prussia, had always been the odd one out. The black sheep, if you will. This metephore is quite ironic given, what his Opa used to refer to as his "aliment." He was albino, and though human

A/N: Oh the cheese! –Dies- OTL "Hey…." The young man's head pounded at the obnoxious voice and he pulled the blankets in the bed farther up to help block out the sound. "Hey, kid, wake up!" The child didn't want to comply. He ached everywhere and he had an odd feeling of detachment from the world as if he wasn't really there. In the morning sunlight, clear even under the heavy duvet, he glanced at his hands. They were there, visible, solid, and yet he felt like a ghost. He let out an indignant cry when the covers were pulled from him and the hands he'd been examining went to cover his eyes, blocking the now blinding sunlight w