"Nyet. The Prussian is mine, da." A tall Russian stated glaring down at the shorter Hungarian. "No Gil is mine!" The young woman shot back. They were arguing in the gateway of the stud farm where the ex-nation now worked. He bred and trained some of the best racehorses in the world. They were throwing insults and claims to the albino back and forth angrily. It began to get rather intense as the Russian drew his pipe from his coat and the Hungarian gripped the handle of her frying pan tighter. In the midst of their argument they did not notice the Austrian as he slipped past them and onto the grounds. He headed towards the practice track where the Prussian was currently running sprints with a pretty dapple grey. Meanwhile back at the gates the Hungarian was taking furious swings at the Russian with her pan. The Russian merely sidestepped and laughed. "Perhaps we should do it this way." he purred. "First one to find the Prussian and claim his lips gets him." he suggested. "You're on!" The woman yelled and raced through the gate with the Russian hot on her trail. They stumbled and fought each other on their way to the practice track. When they got there what they saw stopped them dead in their tracks. There stood Prussia with his arms wrapped tightly around Austria with the happiest smile stuck to his face. Austria was smiling back his arms wrapped around Prussia's neck as he stood up on his toes and kissed the albino. Hungary's jaw dropped until she swore it touched the ground and Russia merely stood there in complete the two didn't see was the smirk that the Prussian shared with the shorter brunette in his arms as he swept him up and carried him away with the horse following close behind.
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