Welp...I haven't written anything in 4 months. ._. Anyways, this is my first Hetalia fanfiction. I really want to show how much I've improved since the past year. This is based on a true story...(sadly). A note about this fanfict: instead of using "Britain" or "the Brit" I'll use "England" to refer to the UK because this is set in the medieval times and the United Kingdom of Great Britain isn't even formed yet. He'll be known as only England up until about the 17th century, when the United Kingdom of Great Britain was formed...And later on the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Enough ranting!
Axis Powers: Hetalia does not belong to me. Praise Himaruya Hidekaz's imagination for this fandom.
Reviews are highly appreciated! Like, really appreciated. Really.
"J-just what the hell is this 'surprise' that you're going to show me, you bloody frog?" vehemently hissed a young England with a vigor that could shoo away anybody that gets near the said boy. His doubt was clearly expressed in his impertinent tone.
France smirked haughtily. This is so like him to act like that.
"You'll see, England. You'll see," replied the boastful (and pervy, mind you) French neighbor. Then, as an afterthought, he winked as if to add more tension. Though, not like the English boy will see the suggestive gesture, anyway. He was blindfolded by a ragged, gray strip of cloth. (Don't worry, it's not a crotch cloth).
"What do you mea-OW!"
"Oopsies! Forgive your big brother, Angleterre." France pulled him off of the ground and nonchalantly brushed away some unwanted weeds that managed to cling to England's battered clothes.
And did I mention that they were currently strolling through a grassy field spotted here and there with elms and hawthorns? A field where the coarse plants grow wild and untamed somewhere in England. Medieval England during the end of the twelfth century, to be exact.
"If you're leading, then DO A PROPER JOB YOU GIT!" barked the indignant (well, he was always mad at France, or so it seems), younger country.
"H-hey! I am doing a decent job leading! I am your dear brother after all~ Now hold still and stop moving! You'll bump into a tree again!"
France then proceeded to grab the little gentleman's shoulders and adjust his position a bit to the left.
"Hmph!" huffed England. "You probably did that on purpose, didn't you! And why the bloody hell are we doing this again? More importantly, SINCE WHEN DID I BECOME YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER?"
"Woah~ Re—lax! I just want to give you a nice, warm present, that's all! I swear I'm not scheming something, so stop acting so disrespectful in front of your brother, will you?" responded France.
Realizing that France referred to him as his "brother" for the third time in a single day (the poor child couldn't stand that for very long), all of his anger that had been bottled up since the morning when this journey all started began to rupture on cue. "Y-you-!"
Promptly sensing his venomous ire, the French boy backed away five feet hastily before any casualties were made.
"C-calm down, will you!"
Later when England regained his act and tried his very best to not strangle the daylights out of a certain French perv, the blonde duo strode down to the other end of the vast field. It was abnormally sunny this afternoon, compared to the usual clouds that seems to appear every day in the otherwise frigid country. Rays emanated from the sun and stroked the needy, growing shrubs. The sky was the shade of a conspicuous blue blanket that seemed to stretch over the boundless plains. Clouds were no where in sight.
England sighed exasperatedly for the umpteenth time. This certainly wasn't the best way to spend the day. He just hopes that whatever the "present" is, it's worth his time. "Are we there YET?"
"Just a few more steps! Geez! It was your fault that we are so tarried in arriving here! Why can't you obediently follow big brother France? And here I was, trying to act like the amiable and attractive, might I say, role model brother you always wanted! Look at how much trouble I went through just for this day!"
England began to retort to his statement when he was interrupted abruptly by France announcing their arrival.
"We're here!"
"Good. Now can I take off this damned blindfold?"
"Not quite yet~ Reach out your hand here." France took England's hand in his and guided them to where supposedly "here" is.
Hesitantly, England extended his fingers out and moved them around blindly. One of his fingers made contact with a hard, wooden surface. His hand immediately maneuvered over more and he felt a medium rectangular box.
"...This is a box?" inquired England, not wanting to believe that he let France dragged him here just for a box.
"Yep! You guessed correctly~"
"..."
"...England?"
"YOU WANKER! YOU BROUGHT ME ALL THE WAY HERE JUST FOR A BLOODY BOX? I KNEW THIS WAS A PRANK!"
"S-settle down! That's not all!"
After restraining the thrashing blonde down, France continued his explication.
"Why don't you try opening the box and feel what's inside?"
England took a step closer and inched his hand reluctantly towards the unknown box. It was unlike France to be so meticulous. What is he planning at?
He gingerly lifted the cover for the box and stuck his hand inside to feel...something incredulously...soft...?
That took him by surprise.
In fact, he was so surprised that he yanked his hand out and jumped backwards.
"Eep! What was that?" Whatever it was, it was so ridiculously soft. And velvety. Perhaps it was more delicate than the feathers of angel wings. Maybe even more cozy than sitting down in front of a roaring fire during the harsh medieval winter times. Or-
France chuckled, successfully cutting off his thoughts. Yet again. "You can take off your blindfold now!"
Following his instructions for once, England peeled off the cloth and had to blink a couple of times to adjust to the coruscating sunshine. Finally adjusting to the bright environment, he stared at the contents of the container.
"Wha...? Isn't this...uhm...a hare?" England was perplexed. Of all people, why would France bring him a hare? Hares were common in England.
"No, silly! It's a rabbit!" piped France.
"Uh...huh...a rabbit...?"
He scrunched his face in confusion.
Yeeaa...I still haven't plotted out the whole thing. Some major things need to be changed for the ending. And no, it's not the flying mint bunny. XD So yea...until I can think of an ending, please wait for the next and last chapter. This is probably going to be a twoshot or something. I'm just not that FrUKing sure. I'm pretty sure you can spot the time paradox in this chapter. I'll shut up now. Look forward to the next chapter but don't get your hopes up. I feel like this intro is paced so slow...
Any feedback and other stuff are highly welcomed!