Prussia looked out into the forest that lay before him. Hungary would kill him if she found out what he was going to do. But it had been Austria who had contacted him, not the other way.
With a deep breath, Prussia took a step into the forest.
When had this happened? Had he always felt this way? No, it must have been after that battle. He'd never have attacked if he'd felt this way then.
But what about Hungary? He'd thought she was a boy. Everyone had, even her. Had he loved her? No. She was just a rival.
A rival for what? Austria? No. Maybe. Prussia didn't know anymore.
A twig snapped and Prussia looked toward a tree. Sitting at the base of the tree was Austria.
Prussia smirked. Austria had taken the time to lay out a blanket so that he wouldn't have to sit on the dirt floor of the forest.
Austria looked up and his mouth turned into a frown. "You're late." He complained. But Prussia could tell by his eyes that he was just glad the former country had shown up.
Prussia's heart jumped into his throat as he looked at Austria.
When had this happened? Prussia didn't know, but he also didn't care. As he walked toward Austria, he could already see that night's journal entry:
Dear Diary of Awesome Me, I'm still the Awesomest is the world, but I've found someone to share my awesomeness with.