Hi everyone! I was just trying to go to sleep when this idea literally ambushed me, and I just had to write it. I think this story will be about three (maybe more, maybe less, I'm not quite sure) chapters long, and please forgive any grammar mistakes, typos, OOC-ness, or any other errors. Also wanted to add that I can not do accents for my life, so I assume you can just imagine them, right? (However, if you wish for me to try ((emphasis on try)) to write the speech differently I'll do my best)

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction rather then making this stuff canon? (Basically no it's not mine but I can dream.)

"Wah-Hungary! Put me down! It's just a sprained ankle!" Prussia exclaimed in slight shock as he was lifted from the ground. Hungary was not interested and proceeded to carry him out of the large grove of trees he'd been in. However, the albino was quick to say, "Nothing the awesome me can't handle!"

"Be quiet already." She said harshly, and it seemed to shut the other nation up for a few seconds. But Prussia soon began to push away from her. Thankfully, the female nation was very strong, and much more smart as well, "You can not even stand, and you want to walk?" she asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

It seemed that Prussia's pride wasn't harmed like his ankle, and he remained stubborn, "I can stand! You would not let me!" he then began to try and jump out of her arms.

"You will just make it worse!" She cried out, making sure not to drop him.

The Prussian suddenly stopped his escape attempts as a stupid smirk appeared on his face, "What are you trying to say, Elizabeta? Do you care about m-"

The nation didn't get to finish his statement however, as Hungary "accidentally" dropped him. He let out a small shriek when he began to fall which became a grunt as he landed. It didn't help that his ankle had fallen in a strange way, making it hurt even more.

"Well then, if you can walk on your own why don't you?" Hungary snapped, her green eyes narrowing towards him. She contemplated walking off and just leaving him here to prove her point, after all, he'd probably end up healing on his own rather quickly.

"Maybe I will," Prussia said confidently, "And then I can yell 'told you so' right in your un-awesome face!"

Before Hungary could respond Prussia began his attempts at getting up. He grabbed onto a nearby tree for support and tried to hoist himself up, although that was much easier said than done, especially with the whole ankle situation.

After the third try Hungary felt pity well up in her heart. Yes, it was probably his own fault that he'd gotten injured in the first place, and if he'd just let her carry him to where she could wrap his foot then everything would've been fine and easy. But then, it was Prussia. When were things ever easy with him?

Whilst the Hungarian had been caught up in her thoughts, she hadn't realized that the nation in front of her had managed to get up, and was now leaning against the tree trunk he'd used.

"Ha, told you I could stand u-!" Sadly, his victory was short lived as he begun to fall forwards. Instinctively, Hungary leapt outwards to catch him so he wouldn't face-plant onto the rough ground.

Their eyes met before a devilish smile spread onto the albino's face, "So, you don't care yet you decided to try to save me, hm?"

A low growl escaped the female nations mouth as she glared daggers at him, "You are impossible!" she exclaimed, starting to pick him up again.

Though most of the remaining way through the woods was silent, every now and then Prussia would crack a joke or continue declaring he was fine and that she should just leave him be. She may not be a medical expert, but she certainly wasn't stupid. It was clear from the way that Gilbert would let out a tiny hiss of pain whenever his left foot hit anything from a branch to Hungary's dress.

Sooner or later, just when Hungary thought she was reaching her limit and planning on leaving Prussia in the woods to die, she spotted her home and made her way towards the front door.

Once inside, she laid (threw really) Prussia on the couch and went to retrieve some ice for his foot. Gently, she laid it down against the foot. Prussia grimaced in pain, and Hungary pretended not to notice.

She stood back up and sat across from him on another chair, "Would you mind telling me how you managed to get here now?"

For a second, Hungary saw a look of unease in his red eyes and he responded with, "It is a long story, and you probably don't want to know."

"I have a lot of time Gil," she said, her voice sounding a bit dangerous, "Talk."

Knowing now would not be a good time to mess with her, Prussia began his tale, "I was hanging out with France and Antonio when…"

-To Be Continued (Maybe)-