Hey everybody! Here's a one-shot for ya! England, love, do the honours!
England: Ankhesa doesn't own Hetalia.
Hunt With Me
Tudor England- 1528
"Slowly... Cautiously... Quietly... ACH! NOW YOU'VE DONE IT! THAT'S MY BROTHER!"
"Pardon me, Master England, but your brother, Master Scotland, has arrived." England looked up at the butler, who bowed himself out.
"Forgive me your Majesty. I neglected to inform you I would be unavailable to you this afternoon; Scotland and I are going hunting in the outside our manor."
"Ah! 'Tis no matter, m' boy! Go! Enjoy yourself! And bring me back something good! Ahahahaha!" England rose to his feet, faced King Henry, bowed, and left the room.
"Ahaha! Little brother! Long time, no see!" Scotland pulled the slighter nation into a headlock, ruffling his hair.
"Good to see you too, Scotland..." England struggled against his brother.
"Are ya ready! I hear the forests are teeming this time of year!" Without waiting for an answer, Scotland released his brother, grabbed his bow and quiver, and headed for the door. England shook his head, smiled a crooked smile, grabbed his weapons, and followed his brother.
They walked side by side through the dense forest...
Not talking...
Bows notched with arrows...
Eyes peeled...
Ears perked...
Rustling in the bushes...
Scotland motioned to England with his eyes. Scotland went left... .
England went right...
Circling...
Waiting for the creature to emerge...
Arrows ready...
Muscles tense...
Stepping out of the brush...
A great stag...
A gasp from each brother...
Arrows lowered...
Cautiously...
Approaching the majestic creature...
Kneeling before the creature...
Rising...
England and Scotland touched its hide...
Visions flashed before their eyes...
The stag jerked, and disappeared into the dark forest.
"Well, that was... enlightening." England said; Scotland nodded.
"Shall we continue?" This time England nodded. They continued their hunt through the forest.
The sun was sinking below the horizon when Scotland and England returned to the castle. After their encounter with the stag, they had each gotten a deer, a few rabbits, and a couple small birds. Scotland was beaming with pride; England, too, was smiling.
"That's my little brother! And to think, you used to not be able to hit the broad side of barn!" England blushed a deep red as King Henry came bounding out of the castle to see the spoils of the brothers' hunt.
"Well done, m' boys! Scotland! You must stay and partake in the feast these marvelous creatures will provide!" Scotland bowed low.
"It would be my honour, Your Majesty."
Well, what did you guys think? I don't think this my best, but what can you do? Not everything is going to be awesome, except maybe Prussia. I know that people think England and Scotland don't get along very much, but I think they would get along to some extent, probably not as well as Scotland and Ireland, but at least well enough to go hunting.
Oh, yeah, this is set during King Henry VIII's reign, not intentionally though. I drew a year out of a hat, and oh course it had to be during his reign.
Please, guys, review this one, if you review nothing else.
Love and Starbucks, ankhesa