I have a Hetalia fanfic at the ready. Please don't hurt me. ;w;
"SVVEEEE~!" Denmark yowled over his shoulder, armswrapped securely around Norway and steering the Danish horse. How he managed both whilst yelling over his shoulder without toppling was beyond me, "Wh't, D'nm'rk?" I snarled, fed up that he was constantly teasing me, "Ya glad Norge's safe up here, or should I hold him closer?" the spiky blonde smirked and dragged the Norwegian closer to him while I clenched my reigns tighter.
"Turn around and lead the horse, dum." I blinked at the stoic country, my silent thanks and a nod in return for shutting the Dane up for now. We picked up the pace as soon as I urged my mare ahead of Denmark and Norway's stallions.
My sea-toned eyes scanned the forest ahead of the snowy field we entered, "N'r'w'y?" "Ja Berwald?" "'ll go 'h'd 'n l'k 'r'nd." I murmured to the younger Nordic.
I led my horse through the snow, the Clydesdale whinnied softly as we walked, growing louder and louder as we strolled through the snowfield. I tried my best to keep her in line, but as soon as I thought I had control, the mare shot out of my grasp, dashing off into the distance of the trees. I broke into a run after her, calling and whistling the way.
Why was my horse running away?
I'd only trained her to get help when someone was in danger.
Yeah, I'm a person who likes cliffhangers..when I'm the one writing them..n
I'm sorry, lol.