A/N: I edited some mistakes in my 'history notes' at the bottom. I apologize for the previous inaccuracies. Also, if you spot any errors, please don't hesitate to correct me, I'm not an overly prideful person... I can handle being corrected.
"Like, you so totally have to wear this… It's what makes a cavalryman great!" The excitable blonde stated matter-of-factly to his student with a serious expression rarely seen.
"Does it actually do anything?" The student questioned as he circled the seemingly outdated armor.
"Like… Duh! It adds style. That's, like, the most important thing. Seriously, Alfred, if you don't wear this, I like totally won't help you." Feliks starred at Alfred with such a serious expression that the younger of the two began to feel somewhat unnerved.
If it weren't for the fact that Alfred had seen the small Pole in battle, no one could convince him that Feliks was one of the greatest horsemen in the world. In his effort to free himself from English rule, Alfred petitioned several nations for help; so far Poland and Lithuania were the only ones to answer the call. Alfred was initially excited that another nation was coming to lend assistance, but when they first met, Alfred's hopes greatly deflated.
Poland, also known as Feliks, was a small figure with blonde hair and bright green eyes. He was rather attractive, but had a peculiar habit of dressing in women's clothing. He also had a small attention span, prone to losing his train of thought and running after whatever caught his eye(usually a particularly well, or horribly, dressed individual.) Feliks' saving grace, much to Alfred's relief, was his partner Toris. The brunette representation of Lithuania was terribly polite, but possessed a sharp mind and an abundant wealth of knowledge of military engineering that saved the Continental Army from destruction on several occasions.
"I don't know…" Alfred said as he poked the wooden framed wings of the armor. "This seems like it would throw a rider off balance, and it looks so old."
The elder of the two shot his student a murderous glare as his green eyes flickered with a fire of rage only unlocked when someone insults his sense of fashion. The younger promptly attempted to assuage his mentor by complimenting that it would probably look 'Epic' to charge your enemy while wearing and that the colors were nice. This seemed to calm the coming storm… for the moment.
"It totally does… Did you like see England's face in that last battle?" Feliks said as he flipped his shoulder length hair out of his eyes, mostly for flare. "He was all like. 'Oh my God! Polish cavalry, run for your lives!"
"Heh, that was pretty awesome," Alfred added as the sight of pure horror gracing England's face entered his mind. Having been raised by the English nation most of his life, it was the first time Alfred could recall seeing his former caretaker make such an expression. "I guess I'll wear it; but I've never worn armor before. I'll need help putting it on."
"Like... Oh My God! Liet! We like totally need you in here!" In a matter of seconds, the mild mannered representation of Lithuania entered the tent. "You need to like, help Alfred put this on. I'm going to step outside, and like wait for the big reveal." Before Toris could even answer, Feliks was out of the tent and commenting on how tacky one of the random colonial officer's appearance was.
"So…" Alfred began, a bit nervous about being dressed by another. "Do the wings actually do anything?"
"Well, some say that the clanking noise they make while ridding makes the horses deaf to the sound of wooden noise makers that the Turks used to employ." Toris answered as he motioned for Alfred to lift his arms. "They also make it sound like there are more horsemen than there actually are."
"Oh, so they do actually have a purpose other than style?" Alfred questioned as he felt Toris begin to place the armor pieces on his body.
"Uh…" Toris hesitated a moment before answering with a small smile. "Actually, they really are only for style. We rarely wear them outside of parades and other events that require the cavalry to look 'fashionable'."
An awkward silence soon engulfed the tent as Alfred stood still, arms outstretched. He pondered how an individual like Feliks could instill a sense of dread in anyone, let alone England. The memory of a recent battlefield began to flood his mind. The Continental Army was in retreat, the Red Coats were pursuing with merciless drive, and all hope seemed lost. England, leading the pursuit, wore an emotionless expression; his face looking both apathetic and entirely frightening as he spurred his forces on in single minded determination. Alfred felt as if the end was near; he had never felt more terrified in his life… but then something happened.
England's terrifyingly stoic expression shattered. It contorted in shock and fear for a split second, mirroring the very same feelings of terror twisting around Alfred's own mind. Startled by the sudden change, Alfred turned to see one of the most beautiful sights his sky blue eyes had ever beheld. Feliks, astride a powerful snow white steed, came charging towards the center of England's forces with several dozen riders in tow. A calm, almost serene, expression graced his features. It was as stoic as England's earlier expression, but peaceful instead of terrifying, Green eyes emanating warmth instead of despair. A trick of the light soon caused Alfred to quickly suck in a breath and hold it as the glare of the sun reflecting off some metal in Feliks' continental uniform gave the Pole wings of light. Alfred felt as if he was seeing a mighty seraph sent forth from Heaven to punish the wicked.
That image was quickly destroyed (but not forgotten) as the two opposing forces smashed into one another. Feliks ruthlessly tore into the enemy causing so much chaos and confusion that the Continental Army was able to escape certain destruction once again. From that day on, Alfred was determined to be just as awesome on a horse as Feliks, and relentlessly petitioned the Pole to train him.
"Well, we're finished here." Toris exclaimed, bringing Alfred back to the present. "I believe that Feliks will be pleased. You look rather nice in the winged Hussar armor." A small, polite smile was given to the younger, hopefully, soon to be nation.
"Uh, Toris?" Alfred spoke as he suddenly found his feet to be incredibly interesting.
"Yes?" Toris replied softly.
"I… I just want to thank you. You and Feliks have saved my army more than once, and you even contributed to the victory at the Battles of Saratoga. If it weren't for you, I'd probably have lost already and without the victory, France wouldn't even be considering me to be worthy of an alliance." Alfred suddenly looked up and gave Toris such an innocently sweet smile that oozed so much admiration, it greatly flustered the Lithuanian and rendered him speechless.
"Like… What is taking so long!" A sudden disruption snapped the brunette from his spell. He quickly composed himself and approached Alfred so that he could guide him towards the tent entrance.
"We probably shouldn't keep him waiting." Toris said. "He'll probably make you wear a dress if he waits any longer."
"Hahaha, I don't think he could ever get me to wear a dress." Alfred explained as he stepped through the entrance of the tent and walked out into the campgrounds. He soon struck what he thought to be a heroic pose. Chest out, head held high, and hands placed in a manly fashion on his hips. The sun reflected off the metal armor, emitting an almost blinding aura. The tall Hussar wings extending straight up from the small of his back and some two feet above his head. He looked very much an imposing and defiant symbol of freedom that Poland's Hussars are often associated with.
"Oh. My. God. You like, look amazing!" Feliks shouted as he tackled the American; who barely managed to maintain his balance and remain standing. "Now you are definitely ready to be trained in Polish horsemanship."
"Really?" Alfred shouted as he removed the Pole from his person. When Feliks nodded 'yes' in response, the younger blonde excitedly jumped in the air while whooping in victory. Unfortunately, the weight of the armor, and the position of the wings, caused the American to slip on the grass as he landed and fall backwards onto his butt.
"You need to like, work on your balance." Feliks stated mater of factly as he watched his American pupil struggle to stand on his own. "You know what would totally like help you with balance? Heels!"
With that, the Pole ran off towards his tent to find the perfect shoes for the job; leaving Toris to help Alfred back onto his feet.
"Soon he'll have you in a dress." Toris jokingly teased as he guided Alfred back to his tent to help remove the armor. Alfred shot the Lithuanian a horrified glance, the expression soliciting a small chuckle from the brunette.
"Don't worry, it's not all that bad." Toris explained.
"Well, as long has he trains me to be that amazing on a horse, I'd be willing to let him dress me in just about anything." Before the two could finish their conversation and enter the tent, an excited squeal suddenly rang out behind them. They both slowly turned to see an incredibly happy Pole sporting a devilish grin.
"I was only joking… I didn't mean it!" Alfred exclaimed as a sudden feeling of dread washed over him. Feliks slowly approached the taller blonde, a dress suddenly appearing in one hand, heels in the other… this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.
A/N: During the American Revolutionary War, several nations aided the American cause, and many more individuals from around the world. Prussia and Poland-Lithuania were both preoccupied at the time (Prussia with the War of Bavarian Succession and Poland-Lithuania with partitions) so they weren't directly involved, but many Officers from their nations were. Everyone seems to be aware of Prussia's people, but less so of Poland-Lithuania's.
Kazimierz Pułaski, or Count Pułaski, is considered to be the father of American Cavalry. He trained, organized, lead, and funded the formation of the Continental Cavalry during the Revolutionary War. He saved the Continental Army from destruction by charging into the enemy so that the Americans could escape. He even saved George Washington's life once.
Andrzej Tadeusz Bonawentura Kościuszko was a Pole who was probably the greatest military engineer at the time. He built the defenses at West Point that the British thought to be so perfect, that it'd be better to not even attempt to take the fortifications by force and just leave it alone. He too saved the Continental Army by surveying the land to find escape routes and cutting down trees and destroying bridges that slowed down the British pursuers. He helped build the defense at the Battles of Saratoga that greatly annoyed the British attackers and helped contribute to the American victory.
Anyway, this is my first fanfic… I hope that it was alright.