The summer sun began falling behind the distant trees as two children chased one another in a clearing, screaming and throwing natural objects. A Hungarian girl with her brown hair in a ponytail cursed under her breath while the Prussian boy with short and ruffled greyish-white hair fled into the woods. Almost everyday she would pass this meadow and that boy would cause trouble. He wore all white with a black cross on his cape and shirt, making him pretty easy to spot. The forest was thick and covered with trees, moss, rocks and shrubs. The girl wore a long-sleeved white undershirt and a blue T-shirt on over top. She wanted to wear clothing that would make her appear tough so she wouldn't have to prove it in an actual fight.
"Dammit! Leave me alone!" She yelled after him, wiping her mouth. Noticing how late it had gotten, the Hungarian turned to continue walking to her friend's home on the other side of the forest. It would normally take someone ten minutes to get there, but with that trouble-maker, it's a half hour.
The next day was the same, as always: the little brat would start throwing things at Elizaveta and she'd have to chase him down. He'd always end up with bruises and cuts by the time he escaped, but he still came back.
"What is your problem?" The Hungarian hissed as she stepped on his head, shoving his face into the smooshed grass. His reply was muffled and short so Elizaveta got off, holding her frying pan up to show him that she was prepared to beat him down again.
"I was born to fight!" He yelled, rolling over and scrambling to get up. Elizaveta grabbed his dirty cape and threw him back down, annoyed.
"Well you don't have to fight everyday!" She howlered, hearing her voice echo into the woods. "Sometimes I have important stuff to do, but you end up getting in my damn way and holding me up!"
"Well excuse me, princess!" He muttered, sitting up. "Its just so fun seeing your defeated face!" He turned away, smirking and holding up a hand. "I'm so awesome!"
Elizaveta smacked his round face with her pan and crossed her arms. "What're you saying? You're the one getting flung into yesterday!" She turned and began stomping away, not wanting to be late for a meeting.
"That doesn't make any sense, you loser!" The Prussian kid called after her.
Elizaveta didn't care if it didn't make sense; she was just so pissed off. Her arms were getting tired of beating him up and scars were appearing on her face. People were probably going to start asking what was wrong. She crossed the clearing and began running through the forest on the other side, though it wasn't until after she reached the secret river deep in the forest did she realize all her wounds. There were cuts in her white sweat-pants and tears all over her sleeves. Her brown boots were covered in grass and mud, and she could feel scars on her hands and wrists.
Looking up, the Hungarian could see a little bit of the sky in between the branches of the trees. Every brown branch intertwined with another one, blocking out the suns rays. The river wasn't very deep or wide, and the pebbles on the bottom were tiny and smooth. The thick trunks of the trees were old and solid. Some scratches could be seen on them, showing that the annoying boy had been there. Elizaveta knew it was him because she's seen him carving 'AWESOME' in a couple of the trees. Another time he had begun carving 'Gil' into a rock before spotting her and running away. Still to this day she wonders if that could be his name.
"It doesn't matter." She whispered to herself, taking her hair out. Running a finger through it, she finally decided to ask the kid. "I'm sure he'll tell me. I can just flatter him with how 'awesome' he is until he spills. Or I could hit him violently…" She looked away and chuckled under her breath.
Gripping her frying pan tighter, she hopped across the small stretch of water and continued through the dark woods. She listened happily to the chirping of birds as she padded onward. She enjoyed peace and quiet more than yelling and taunting. Elizaveta walked through the small spots of sunlight on the forest floor for a few minutes before leaning against a rock. She let out a small 'yelp' and grasped her ankle, taking off her boot and pulling up her pants. Under it was a deep, long gash and her foot was covered in blood.
"How did I not notice this…?" She muttered, wiping away the red liquid. "The blood might attract a shark or something…" She whispered, letting her young mind wonder. "Or bees could confuse it with honey!" She squeaked and began wrapping it with a scrap of the Prussian boys cape she had ripped off. She cringed when the flithy fabric made contact with the open wound. She boosted herself off the rock with her hip and staggered a little as she took a few more steps. Elizaveta tried to hop on one foot but was bad at keeping steady and lost her balance at once.
"Oh my!" Looking up, Elizaveta saw her friend Roderich. He was wearing the usual long, blue jacket with his brown hair parted to the side. A single piece of hair stuck up on the right side and he had a fancy pair of glasses on. Elizaveta loved how formal and kind he was, unlike the other one. "What happened to you?" He said, helping her up onto her feet.
"Eh…Some little brat wanted to start a fight with me and I got this scratch from a rock…" Elizaveta lied, never wanting to be a snitch.
"Well shall we hurry home and get youself cleaned up?" He asked her as he guided her back the way he came, letting her lean on him.
Elizaveta stood in the clearing where the Prussian boy would always appear at. Roderich had agreed to meet her there to see the boy after she had told him the truth, and she needed to ask the boy what his name was. After five minutes of waiting, though, no one showed. She kicked some stones and twigs to keep herself occupied as the sun began going down. "Gil?" She called into the woods, not expecting to hear a response. Elizaveta took a small, old and crumpled up paper out of her pocket. It read 'Ich liebe dich so viel.' She was a bit surprised by how clear the writings still were, for she had found it years ago.
"How old am I…?" She whispered, looking up. "I think I'm eight…or nine…" She put the paper away and began walking towards Roderich's house. "I've never showed him the paper before, but maybe he can tell me what it means…" She reached the river quickly and hopped across, padding once again through the familiar forest. "Where is he, anyway?"
Elizaveta reached his mansion in no time, a little exhausted. His home was hidden deep in the forest so no one could attack him, which was smart, since he wasn't that strong. It was big and white, standing out against the rich undergrowth. The steps leading up were clean and smooth, while the walls of the mansion were hard and had some stains here and there. "Roderich?" She called and knocked on his door. "Are you in there? You never came to meet me!" After a while, though, no one answered, and the Hungarian girl stomped her feet a couple times before turning and walking away.
Arriving in the clearing, Elizaveta saw no one, still. The sun had gone down and stars were displayed everywhere above her. She cursed under her breath and layed down in the dry grass. She began wondering where the boys could be and drifted off to sleep in less than a minute.
Elizaveta woke to see the Prussian boy looking down at her and quickly sat up. "Eh? What're you doing…?" She drowsily yawned.
"I'm watching you sleep, bitch." He muttered with his hands on his hips and a bored facial expression. "This is my land! You can't just sleep here whenever you want!"
"Well, I, uh…" Elizaveta couldn't find the right words to say. "I…wanted to ask you something and…uh…this isn't your land!"
"Yes it is!" He yelled, pointing to a rock. "It even has my name on it!" It was the rock with just 'Gil' and a little bit of a 'b' carved into it.
"Oh yeah!" She said, getting up. "What's your name?"
"Why?" He said, sounding rather startled and quickly taking a step back. Elizaveta thought she could see some fear in his red eyes as he glanced away.
"I just wanted to know. I saw you didn't finish carving your name into that rock and its been bugging me." Elizaveta watched with amusement as he made a 'Oh, yeah' face.
"Its too awesome of a name to tell it to some loser like you." He said with a smug look.
"So do I just call you Gil or-"
"Hell no." He replied before she could finish. "You can just call me Mr. Awesome." He flapped his wings like a bird and spun around in a few circles before running into the forest. Elizaveta sighed and decided to see if Roderich was home yet.
"Hey, Roderich, are you in there?" She called when she arrived at his house. She could hear faint music being played inside so he must be home. He loved playing the violin or piano. That was another thing Elizaveta loved about him. "So talented…!" She whispered to herself. "I'm coming in!" She called again before doing so.
It turned out Roderich had caught a bad cold and he had simply been listening to one of his favorite songs. Elizaveta sighed and nodded in understanding as she was informed by his parents. Turning, she walked down a set of stairs and out the front door, disappointed. As she walked back to the clearing, the clouds above her head turned grey and rain poured down all around her. On the far side Gil ran out from behind some trees and tried to catch raindrops in his mouth and hands. Elizaveta suddenly felt as though she was being watched and spun around to see if anyone was sneaking up on her.
"Hello?" She called into the the dark woods. She heard footsteps and turned back around to see Gil approach her.
"Look at my bird." He said, taking a small, yellow, baby chick out from under his torn cape. "I named him Gilbird."
"That's…nice." She said, not sure what else to do. "Why are you telling me this?" Gil just stared at her with a blank expression as her vision darkened. The clouds were getting darker and darker and were blocking out all of the suns' rays.
"Don't you like him?" He said, ignoring her question. He held the chick up to her face. The rain began getting harder and the chick was soaking wet. Elizaveta put a hand over it to protect it from the harsh weather and looked up to notice Gil himself was also soaking wet.
"He's unique." She said, making sure she was loud enough for the Prussian to hear her. "You know there's a hood on your cape, right?" She walked around his bird to his backside and put up his hood while he stared at the spot she had been. "What's wrong with you?" Elizaveta asked, walking back around to his front.
Gil put the bird back under his cape and looked up at his hood. "Its raining." He muttered, just loud enough for Elizaveta to hear. He laughed a little and then sighed. "Well, then, I'll see you in the future. I'm leaving this damn place to find a better home with stronger people to fight." He smirked. "You're just too weak." Elizaveta raised one eyebrow as he turned and walked the way she had come.
"See you later, Gil." She called in confusion. He didn't bother to correct her and say 'Call me Mr. Awesome' like she had expected him to. "What just happened…?" She whispered once she could no longer see him through the thick, wet forest. She turned back once again to stare at the clearing. "I guess its nice knowing I won't have to worry about him anymore when I pass through here." But deep-down she felt pretty empty and lonely, like she had been left all alone in a big, blank room.
So, uh…This has all been a moment in the past. ouo Well I actually combined chapters one and two together because I thought they were just too short. And I'm not sure if the story is even good enough to have been written. u; Auch Schlechtes.