HEY GUYS! I reposted this because I realized how bad it was so I redid everything just for you! Yes, just for you! It's been a very long time since I've posted anything here, and I feel as if my writing has developed a lot lately. So I hope you enjoy reader-chan! ^_^

Also I would like to thank my best friend(BloodiLoveli) who edited everything for me~ I LOVE YOU

I don't own Hetalia! I do own Rebekah Aura Bonnefoy and the plot though!

~Hetalia ~

Germany sat in a recliner chair, his feet propped up in a relaxed manner; since today had been an unusually peaceful day he had decided to read A Midsummer Night's Dream in his study. A knock sounded throughout the large house, a barely audible groan escaping his lips as blue eyes darted up from the book in his hands. He waited patiently, hoping his brother would come down the stairs and handle it for him. When no such action occurred he rose from his position, grumbling as he speculated the idea of Italy at the door.

Opening it he found the relatively new country, Terriate, standing at the threshold while wringing her hands in a nervous manner. Her human name was Rebekah Aura Bonnefoy, the only sister of Francis, but most people just called her Aura. Her country was relatively small, an old French province that had recently split, and was bordered by France, Germany, and Luxemburg. Even though she had split from her brother they seemed to have great relations and were very close. Her people were French speaking, but most were fluent in German as well, a quality that had made the German and Terriate relations relatively smooth.

Aura's physical appearance resembled closely to France's but with slight variations, had cascades of golden wavy hair, with natural red highlights that ended in the middle of her back. Her brown eyes were softer with flecks gold throughout them, she always seemed like she could peer into your soul. Her skin was paler than most, resembling a creamy tan with full cheeks that easily turned red when flustered or embarrassed. Her lips were softer in appearance and complimented her paler complexion with a light pink color.

"Bonjour, Ludwig. Is your brother here?" she asked with a sweet voice, pushing loose strands of hair behind her ear, "If he's not, it's okay, I can come back later."

"Guten Tag, Rebekah. Yes, he is in his room with your brother and Antonio," the German replied with a professional tone. Outwardly he appeared very neutral; a tight smile in place as he looked at the female. Inwardly, however he sighed, it seemed as if his brother had ensnared yet another innocent girl. "Is there any girl that hasn't fallen for his looks and flirtatious personality? I thought Rebekah would have seen through him for sure…" He thought in annoyance.

"Merci." She thanked him quickly, flashing a radiant smile at the male. Her arm brushed against the German's for a moment as she entered his home. She turned away quickly, heading for the stairs to Gilbert's room. Before she disappeared from his sight, Ludwig swore he caught sight of a faint blush on her cheeks.

~Aura~

I dashed up the stairs of Ludwig's house and to Prussia's room, only to find Francis shirtless and blocking the entrance to the room. My brother chuckled, stepping in front of me everytime I tried to enter,

"Someone is in a rush. What, no hug for your favorite brother?" He teased lightly.

I quickly sidestepped and ducked under him, sticking my tongue out at my sibling with a cheeky grin. Turning my attention to the men in the room, I called out with a cheerful tone, "Hey guys!"

Brown orbs scanned the large room; Prussia was lying out on his bed, shirtless, and flipping through channels on his flat screen. His face was pulled into a pout, obviously bored with what he was doing. Antonio was laying on his back beside him, also shirtless and looking through a European football magazine. His green eyes flashed towards me, his expression perking up when I entered the room.

". . .Why are all of you shirtless?" I asked after a pause, not that the fact surprised me much.

"Because it's hot outside and the girls in the next house over love it!" Francis said while casually flexing in front of the window. I swore I heard multiple squeals come through the window as Francis grinned.

"Okaaaaay then." I rolled my eyes in exasperation,

"Anyways can I talk to you Gil?" I asked as my arms crossed over my chest in discomfort.

"What can the awesome me do for you, mein liebe?" Prussia asked as France rolled his eyes. "Perhaps you've fallen for me?" The albino mused, sending a wink towards me, followed by what appeared to be a jealous pout from Antonio.

"Only in your dreams, lover-boy," I shot back indignantly. "I just need a little help with something is all…" A scarlet blush dusted my cheeks, I could practically feel the heat rushing to my face.

"So it's love help right? Why didn't you say so, ma chère sœur?" Francis smiled.

"W-what? It is not!" I stuttered, denying the accusation profusely.

"You can't lie to me, I know you too well Aura~" Francis mused, the three of them suddenly swarming around me, as if sharks circling prey.

"So who do you like, chica?" Antonio asked, his tanned hand darting out to poke my side.

Startled, I yelped at the action as I glowered at the Spaniard,

"Well um, I like a certain blonde..." If it was possible I think I blushed even darker than before.

"Mein bruder?" His ever present smirk resurfacing as I nodded slowly.

"You came to the right people, mon amour."

I gulped and looked to the trio, and each one had a devilish grin taking form over their lips.

"I'm regretting this decision already...Plus, if you haven't noticed, he doesn't seem that interested in me anyway." My face fell and I looked to the ground, my cheeks puffed out in a pout.

"He still calls me Rebekah… no one does that...Everyone calls me Aura."

France sighed. "Haven't you learned anything from hanging out with us? It's going to be impossible for him not to notice you when we're through with you," he reasoned before returning to his bubbly self, "Now, we have to do something with your hair. You never style it! You'd think that by living with me you'd learn."

With that last statement the trio ushered me out of the room while chattering about shopping for clothes, make-up, and hair products. I barely had time to utter a quick goodbye to the reading German before I was shoved out of the house and into a car. Prussia came out of the house a few minutes later, presumably having been speaking with Germany on a small matter. Within seconds of Gilbert entering the car we were speeding off to the closest mall.

~Aura~

After shopping for what seemed like years, the trio insisted upon going to my house to 'get me ready.' Of course, I still had no idea what exactly I was getting ready for at that point. Hell, I didn't even know what exactly they had bought me. There were at least ten bags of stuff I honestly didn't think we needed. By my guess, it was six bags of clothes, three for shoes, and the last with make-up and hair products.

"I don't see why we need ALL this stuff." I groaned for about the millionth time that day.

"We're giving you a makeover, you can never have too much stuff for that!" Prussia paused for a minute looking at me the way a cat looked at a caged bird, then smirked before leaning close to me. His hand brushed over my upper thigh, the most sensitive spot on my body,

"Don't you want Ludwig to touch you? Huh? Make you flustered enough to moan?"

I stiffened, my cheeks redder than Romano's when Antonio kissed him, and stuttered, "H-how do you know my e-zone?"

"I told him," France said as I glared at him with the intensity of a thousand suns, "And I bet you would like it more if it were Ludwig. Ohononononon~" He laughed in amusement, obviously enjoying his little sister's reactions.

"Okay, thats enough guys," Spain interjected, coming to my rescue, ¨Aura, put this dress on." He demanded, giving no room for argument from me. He held up a light blue dress that ended well above my knees, one that was plain in design and would hang loosely over my hips. In his other hand he held a black leather jacket to complement the outfit, the sleeves ending at where my elbows would be. A pair of blue heels with gemstones embellished over the toes were presented to me as well, a perfect match for the outfit.

"No put on this one!" Francis insisted, holding up a sleeveless emerald green dress with black lace trimmings and crystals down the center. This one was slightly longer but also tighter, and the shoes were a pair of green heels with complicated straps moving every which way.

"No, no, no. I know mein bruder, and this is what she needs to wear!" Gilbert reasoned, a sly smirk placed upon his pale lips. He waved a black leather dress in the air that was so short I thought it was a shirt. The top was heart shaped and would hug my curves tightly. The matching shoes were black leather boots that laced up the front to my knee and bared a tall stiletto heel.

I watched the trio with a horrified expression. My normal apparel consisted of jeans and baggy t-shirts and I knew there was no way I could pull off wearing any of those dresses.

Prussia snickered as he caught sight of my expression.

"Now pick one! Or we'll pick for you."

"This is going to kill me," I muttered as I grabbed the blue dress Spain held up and went to the other room to change. As I slipped the dress on I noticed how well the color and style fit me. The blue made my hair seem brighter and the way the waist fit to my hips improved my figure. I admired my reflection for a while, twirling a few times to watch the bottom of the dress flair out for a moment. Sure the boys could get out of hand at times, but they seemed to know a lot more about fashion than I did.

When I came back out I caught sight of the boys talking in a close knit circle. A feeling of dread circled through my stomach when I noticed the serious expressions each of them wore. I paled at the thought of what they could be discussing so earnestly, but gathered my courage and approached them.

"—the make-up in bright blue, that way it stands out!" Francis exclaimed.

"No, we should make it the colors of the German flag. He'll love that!" Prussia argued.

"No! The colors will clash with the dress! If she were wearing the black one that would be perfect, but she's wearing blue!" France reasoned with a raised voice, a note of annoyance clear in his tone.

"Oh dear lord, this is going to take forever!" I thought in exasperation, "Don't you think all of this is a little much just to go see Germany?" I interrupted their conversation, making my presence known.

Three sets of eyes turned to face me, each widening with appreciation as they looked me over, clearly pleased. My brother quickly recomposed himself, flicking his own hair over his shoulder before smiling like a proud parent. "You look absolutely stunning, ma sœur. Ludwig is crazier than I thought if he doesn't notice you tonight."

Antonio nodded in agreement, "It's a very nice dress on you, Aura. But do you guys think it's flashy enough for a club?"

I could practically feel all of the color drain from my face. A club?! "What are you talking about, there was no mention of this before?!"

"You know, a place with lights, music, dancing, girls, boys, drinks of an adult nature." Spain waggled his eyebrows at me. Instinctively my hand darted out from my side to smack the male, barely missing his face as he ducked away from me. I pouted in a childish manner, my hands crossing over my chest as I huffed. Noticing the pout, Antonio simply chuckled softly to himself and patted the top of my head.

"I know what a club is, imbécile," I hissed as I rolled my eyes, "I mean why are we going to a club?"

"Because that's where Ludwig will be tonight, and it's the perfect opportunity to show you off to mein bruder. The awesome me knows what he's doing. Relax." Prussia replied nonchalantly whilst waving his hand in the air.

"I'm going to die," I thought to myself, "Death by makeover… That should make a good story…"

"Come here, Aura," Antonio demanded, motioning to the chair closest to him, "Sit down right there and we'll get started." Following his instruction, I carefully sat down, my brown orbs watching as they took an arsenal of items from the shopping bags. I swear, in that moment the three of them had expressions of pure evil on their face, attacking me in seconds with makeup and hair spray.