*Note: this fan-fiction takes place before Prussia (and Hungary) are aware that Hungary is a girl*

Hungary was making her laps around her king's castle. Although the Ottoman Empire had not attacked Burzenland in months, she was determined not to fall for any of their "tricks". Well, at least that's what she thought a few months ago. To be honest, if they did not attack soon, the young country would die of boredom before Turkey would ever get a hold of the land.

As her feet grew sore, so did her patience. "Hmpf," Hungary pouted while collapsing onto the ground, " If Turkey is too much of a coward to face me in battle, then I won't have anything to do with this guard duty."

" HAHA! Giving up already!"

Hungary turns to her right. Prussia peered behind the corner of the wall, about 10 meters away. Great, now she'll die of annoyance.

" Get lost Prussia, I am very busy!" she snapped back.

"Busy!" he cackles another laugh, " you are sitting in zeh dirt like a piece of crap! Not that you weren't vun to begin vith."

"I have been preparing for Turkey's invasion since you last took a bath! Don't make me waste it all on you!"

"Ohh~ zeh awesome me is soo scaaared! *kesesese*"

" Calm down Hungary, he wants to make you mad. Don't give him what he wants..." Her green cape flashes as she turns the opposite direction, walking as calmly looking as possible. Prussia watches as his entertainment slips away before his awesomeness. He frantically searches the ground.

"Idiot..." Hungary thinks when she glances behind her. But Prussia gets up, throws his arm back, then flings it forward. She felt a sharp pain on the back of her head.

The obnoxious knight had thrown an acorn at her.

"UUUUURRG! That's IT!" She charges at the white blur that sprinted around the stone corner. Prussia tried to contain his laugh as he runs through the woodsy area next to the castle. He ducks into a shrubbery with the Hungarian boy trailing behind him. When she pulls herself out of the thickets, covered in tiny buds and leaves, there is nothing. Prussia has disappeared.

"Come out and fight you coward! I am not hear to play games, nor waste my time with your childish behavior!" Although the two nations are equivalent to 10-year-olds at the moment.

Hungary walks forward slowly but then suddenly feels a yank on her ponytail as she takes a step. Her first impression would be it was stuck on a branch if it wasn't for the small "hehehe" behind her.

Turning around, keeping her serious look she stares into Prussia's, mischievous as ever, crimson eyes. Time seems to have stopped as there is a long, awkward pause. Was Prussia going to run again? Will Hungary attack? The silence is broken when the light-colored boy points in the tomboy's direction, giving the signal to look behind her.

Hungary does so, expecting a spy or a great army. Nope. Just an annoying Teutonic knight crushing her body from when he tackled her to the ground while her back was turned. He laughed. AGAIN...

"HAHAHA! It must suck balls to be deceived by your own ally, ja?"

"GET OFF! A dishonorable fighter like you has NO reason to be laughing!"

"Of course I do~ you squirming on zeh ground like a helpless worm is funny!"

Prussia began to cackle again. If Prussia was going to play dirty, she would have to play his game too if she was going to get this bastard under control.

"Hahah-AAUG!" Prussia yelped as an elbow jabbed into his unarmored stomach. He fell backwards and coughed from the lingering discomfort. He looked up. Hungary help out her hand to him with the sun glaring behind her. He didn't make out the devious face the warrior was wearing.

"You call that a hit!" he asks reaching up, " Perhaps if you worked harder and overthrow that stupid king of yours, you may become half as awesome as-huh!" There was a rope tied around his wrist. Hungary circled behind a tree and pulled on a rope. Her action made the knight skid backwards into the wide trunk of the oak.

"Vhat ze Hell was ZAT for!" he shouted, unwisely focusing on Hungary's past actions instead of what she is doing now. Tying his other wrist.

Hungary answered with another tug on the rope. "You are getting what you deserve. I didn't want it to come to this, but in order to protect Burzenland and get you to listen, torture is my only option."

"VHAT! You don't have ze BALLS!"

Unfortunately, you can't call a bluff if it isn't a bluff.