G is Gilbert (Prussia), H is Hungary (Elizaveta)

I hope this is an OK story. It's my 1st, and I actually wrote this all down in a comment on another PruHun story: The Land Of Char and Ink by kahlanaisling on LiveJournal, really good. anyway, i shot this idea, then decided I'd rather write it myself. Ended up not changing anything to post it, so here it is raw. Enjoy! R&R!

Run each other- literally- in the woods. Both fall to the ground, rubbing their heads.

Gil gets to his feet. G: (starts walking over) who exactly do yo-ahhh-ugh! (Trips, falls over a tree stump, lands on Hungary)

H: (sputtering) Aaaaaaaahhhh! G-GET OFF ME! (pushes him off, his head hits a rock, and he shouts in pain)

H: (startled) sorry. Are-are you ok?

G: (slowly pushes himself to his feet, still gingerly rubbing his head) No, I'm not, obviously! (catches himself, turns and says) I mean, I'm totally awesome and really really fine! I don't need any help! (Scoffs, then laughs)

H: (backs up a little) Ohhh kayyyyyy...

G: Anyway, who the hell are you, anyway? (Looks her up and down)

H: (straightens) SO nice to to meet you too. I'm Elizaveta. (Tries not to appear self-concious, even though she's dying to straighten her ponytail.)

G: (scoffs) isn't that a girl's name?

H: (frowns, rolls her eyes, obviously gets this a lot) if it makes you feel better, call me Eli. Or, better yet, Hungary. Names make it sound kinda like you're intimate.

G: ... Ok, Hungary then.

H: so what's your name?

G: Gilbert- I mean, I'm the totally awesome Teutonic Knights! You may call me King! Or your majesty! Or Your Awesomeness!

H: ...(looks at Gil like, 'are you kidding me?') I'm going to call you Gil, or Gilbert, but only because your other name is so frickin' long. (is blushing) Got it?

G: (is blushing also, but is also grinning) Can I call you 'your hypocritical-ness'?

H: (lunges forward, grabs Gil's shirt) I said, 'GOT IT?'

G: (blushes enough to put Lovino to shame) Y-yeah, I g-got it. (Inwardly curses himself for sounding so unawesome. How was his supposed to give an intimidating impression to someone he'd just met if he was STUTTERING?)

H: (realizes she's still holding Gil's shirt and lets go, pushing him away.) ok, good. (Turns away, pauses, and turns back around.) and don't underestimate me. It might be the last mistake you ever make. (Smirks at Gil, lying at the ground staring at H with an incredulous, astonished look on his face)

G: (gets up, brushes himself off. Stands up straight and tries to look like the confident, invincible awesome person he knows he is) I'm not afraid of you. (silently congratulates himself for steadying his voice)

H: (raises her eyebrows) Oh really? (grabs his arm, flips him over onto the ground. Immediately lets go and bends over. Whispers) you should be. (Sorry this is such an overused line- it just fit.)

H: (straightens up, turns and starts running away. Turns and calls over his shoulder) Until we meet again, Gilly!

G: (rises up on his elbows to see H leave.) That is NOT an OK nickname! He yells after H

H: gives an short, audible bark of laughter, that ends up sounding strangely like a girlish giggle

Both wait until out of earshot, then simultaneously curse themselves for acting so strangely.

Gil wonders how he managed to find himself on the ground four times in a single meeting. He then pictures Hungary's eyes, then whacks himself with his _(insert piece of armor), then and then drops it and grabs his head, wincing and crying aloud. And then he hopes Hungary didn't hear him.

Hungary thinks about how utterly helpless and unprepared Gilbert was. Then she pictures his face. Then she runs into a tree. She gives a cry of pain. Then she hopes Gilbert didn't hear her.