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Cross-posted from Hentai Contest


Title: The Experiment in Free Love
Fandom: Hetalia
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Prussia, Romania, Hungary, Austria
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 666
Summary: Romania concocts a love potion in the chemistry lab…
Author’s notes: Since Romania doesn’t have an official “human name” I’ve decided that for the purpose of this fic to call him “Vlad.”

Prussia sat in lab, trying to finish his chemistry homework, which was basically a formal write up of the experiment they had done in class. He looked up when he heard someone enter the classroom. He was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be Romania. “Hey, Vlad!”

“Gilbo,” Romania nodded as he walked past him.

“Whatchya doin’?”

“I’m here to perform an experiment.”


While Prussia was busy finishing his homework, Romania busied himself with his creation. Part experiment, part magic, he wanted to make a love potion to rival the one England supposedly had made. Softly muttering incantations just under his breath, Romania mixed chemicals with ordinary objects like hair of a dog or essence of bull. Whenever he added something, a puff of pink or lavender smoke would appear above the test-tube.

A few minutes later, Prussia had finished his homework and with a self-satisfied smirk, he closed his notebook and gathered his things. “See ya, Vlad!”

“Gilbo…” Romania put the finishing touches on his love potion. “Wait!”

“What?” Prussia sauntered over to him.

“I need help with my experiment.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“I’ve made a love potion and I need someone to test it.”

“Seriously?” Prussia looked skeptical.

“Seriously. It’ll help you get the girl… or boy if you prefer, of your dreams.” Romania smirked.

“So if I wanted to win some girl’s heart…?”

“Just spill some on her and let the magic take its course.” Romania smiled. “What do you say, Gilbo?” He poured the sparkly pink liquid into a small vial.

“Yeah! I’ll be your guinea pig lab rat!” Prussia said as he reached for the love potion.

“Be careful as it’s very powerful and will make even your enemies fall in love with you.”

“Okay…” Prussia tucked it into his sweatshirt pocket.

“And the effects only last a day, longer if the person you use it on has feelings towards you, but is too shy to act on them.”

“Awesomeness!” Prussia, armed with that knowledge, left the classroom, intent on making Hungary fall in love with him.

Romania chuckled as he knew exactly what his fellow country was up to. While he felt bad about messing with Prussia, as he neglected to tell him that even though effects of the potion had worn off, they would still desire each other followed by a period of absolute loathing, he had no such qualms about messing with Hungary. This ought to be fun… he thought as he cleaned up the remains of his experiment.

Prussia hurried towards the music room. He knew Hungary would be finished with swim practice and that she always met Austria there. Just as predicted, she was there, waiting. “Hey, Lizzie!” he called out as he strode over to her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the vial, uncorking it.


Prussia was about to splash some of the potion on her when Austria walked out of the music room. He tried to stop his momentum and watched helplessly as not only did some of the liquid splash on his hand, but the rest splashed all over Austria. “NOOOO!! Get out of the way, Specs!!”

“Be more care... ful…” Austria’s frown softened into a smile. “Are you okay, Gilbert?” He gazed soulfully into Prussia’s eyes.

“Yeah…” Prussia returned his gaze, and leaning in, he and Austria kissed.

Hungary gaped at them as the two went at it like a pair of lovesick octopi, not that she was complaining. For some reason her wildest fantasy was being played out in front of her and she could not believe it until she spied Romania on the edge of the crowd that had gathered. Reluctantly tearing her eyes away from her boyfriend going down on Prussia’s five meters, she sidled over to Romania. “You have anything to do with this?”

“You could say that.”

“Thank you!”

“My pleasure…” Romania watched her push her way up front again. He laughed when she cheered them on, before leaving. Top that, England…


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