Authoress Notes- I'll keep this brief. Welcome! Constructive criticism will be appreciated. I don't own these characters just the idea of the plot (if there really is one). I think these will be oneshots, twoshots, or musicfics. They will not be in chronological order and if you wish, you can send in ideas, but be warned, I may not use them. Enjoy, dear readers.
Encounter
This was the fifth time today the vindictive rabbit stew had burned the young nation. Deep in these gosh-darned woods for the peace of mind of his citizens, he nursed the slight burn. For some unknown reason beyond the green-eyed nation, they thought this place was haunted. The worst part was that this forest bordered with the new Nation? Prussia a.k.a. The Holy Order of the Teutonic Knights. Catholics were always wanting more converts, weren't they?
"Idiots," Hungary snorted derisively. Don't take it wrong, he loved the people inside his borders, but really, a ghost? No such things at all. He had tracked down a white rabbit, taking it down with one arrow from his now unstrung hunting bow, and now had a meager camp set up. He only had his bow and arrows, sword, one green tunic with grass-stained white breeches (or were they tights, he could never remember), and his well-worn brown boots.
"Maybe the rabbit was the ghost! Well, god riddance if it was," he exclaimed, laughing slightly at his joke. He was oblivious to the deep red eyes glaring from the bushes behind him as he tucked into his meal. The pale boy silently snarled at the intruder from behind, slowly inching toward the camp. A few more steps and he attacked.
Hungary had only the barest rustling sound reach his ears, prompting him to roll to the left instinctively reaching for a weapon. His hand closed around a long metal handle, thinking a weapon was in his hand he swung. The silver, gleaming death was halted by a frying pan. Silent and still, both males studied the makeshift defense. Suddenly, the paler started to laugh.
"Of all the things you could fight the Awesome Prussia with, you choose a cooking utensil?! I like your spunk...Hungary, right?" Hungary nodded as he studied the arrival.
Pale almost white skin, blood-red eyes that made Hungary shiver to stare at directly (they were filled with blood-thirst and hunger for land), and silvery, short hair. Obviously a skilled warrior from the one blow had jarred Hungary's arm, rendering it almost useless for now and from the bright white cloak with a black cross he wore...he was the Ghost, Prussia. He was still laughing at the pan held tightly in Hungary's hand, then stared, frowning at the grip.
"It'll fly out of your hand as soon as you try to deflect or execute a powerful strike. Hold it loosely then tighten your grip right before either. Now, what do you want form me, Hungary? Spend some time over away from Little Master...stupid princess, learn how to actually fight, or come with me to beat Turkey into the ground again?" He actually looked excited to spend time with Hungary, eyes starting to shine with hope and excitement. Hungary looked away guiltily, missing the devastated look he got when Hungary did.
"Well..." Hungary turned to him beaming, "I guess Turkey could always learn a new lesson!" As they both collected Hungary's items and sat to eat the stew that had slightly burnt, they planned, laughed, and began the most confusing friend-enemy relationship to cross the Earth.