I do not own Hetalia. Clearly. I could never create somebone as Awesome as Prussia. :)
Anywayz~ This thing got stuck in my head as I was cleaning stalls. Yes, I do actually work around horses so I do know what I'm talking about here ;) There're gonna be three obvious pairings- GerIta (duh) Spamano (lolyah) and PruCan (I kinda worship this one a little |D). I'm thinking about putting America with Russia, because France and Russia are gonna be horses and... Well, I can't tell you too much more... Take all the surprise out ;) Still...
Please reveiw... This is only the prologue, it'll get better I (hope) promise!
The cremello colt snorted. His white mane was thrown about wildly as he shook his head. His brother, a palomino, stood next to him. The golden colt, just two years younger than the cremello, was far calmer.
"You sure you want them? The white'll be a handful." A man's deep voice said. Another man-who the cremello already thought of as Gramps for his older way of speaking-peered at the two young foals. He was quiet for a moment.
"Yep. They're perfect." He said after a minute. With a nod and a handshake the seller left with almost ten thousand dollars.
"Hello, Beilschmidt boys." Gramps took the leadlines off of the post to which the colts were tied. The cremello colt pinned his ears and snapped at the man.
"Ah! No, Gilbert!" The colt was smacked, not roughly but clearly a warning.
"How do you know our names?" Gilbert kept his ears back, though interested.
"Well… I am your grandfather." Gilbert stared incredulously at the man.
"What?" He whinnied, pawing at the ground, "How? You're human! We're Equisapians!" The older man rolled his eyes.
"Foal, you've a lot to learn. Now come along. I'll tell you later when we get home." Gramps growled. Gilbert stomped his left foreleg, shaking his head.
"Whatever bro. I don't believe you." He then turned to the palomino, "C'mon Ludwig. We're going to live with Gramps here." The palomino colt only flicked his ears in response.
A few years later…
"Mattie! Mattie, baby boy, look! You too, Alfie! Ponies!" A woman's voice broke through the two blonds' thoughts. Matthew, the younger, was slower to look out the window.
"OH WOW MOMMY LOOK! There's a white one and a yellow one and a brown one and a gray one and-" Alfred began screaming. Matthew looked out, far calmer than his older twin.
"Mommy, I want a pony! Can we get a pony? I want a pony! Mommy-" Alfred demanded.
"Mmm… Maybe Alfie. What do you think Mattie?" Their mother turned with a smile. Matthew only smiled in return before turning to look out the window again. The white one had seen their car-the only one on the road-and ran up to the fence. It paused before taking off after the car. Its white mane blew in the wind it created and it quickly gained on their vehicle. Matthew watched in interest. Like all children, he loved ponies and horses. When it reached the fence it stopped, rearing up a bit, and then trotted back to where it had run from. The white foal's herd snorted and shuffled as it ran back, pushing through them rudely. Many kicked their butts up at it, but it clearly didn't care.
"Do you like ponies Mattie?" The boys' mother asked again. After a moment's consideration, Matthew nodded.