Chapter One-Little Boy
Prussia was on his way home from one of his numerous battles. He felt awful his limbs felt like lead, he was completely exhausted, his clothes were torn and bloodied, his body was covered in cuts and bruises, and worst of all he had to walk because some totally unawesome bastard had killed his horse. Of course no one else had offered them a horse selfish bastards probably were halfway to their homes by now. Prussia let his shoulders droop, they probably had families waiting for them all he had was a grandfather who he was seeing less and less of. That worried him more than anything is his grandfather left then...Prussia would be all alone.
Prussia let a small shudder run through his body at the thought. He did not do well on his own. He never had and if grandpa Germania left there wouldn't be any reason to go home. And if he didn't have a reason to return home-
A small shuffling noise broke him out of the dangerous line of thoughts. Ever the soldier Prussia had his sword drawn in seconds. A small bush to his right shook again, it could have easily been blamed on the wind except that there was no wind at that moment. Prussia sighed and took on a defensive stance thinking perhaps one of his enemies had followed him.
"Show yourself bastard." Prussia said in a low dangerous voice. A small quiet noise followed his command but whoever it was made no move to leave the bush.
"Come out now or I will come and get you." Prussia promised. A squeak followed by a little blond and black blob hurtling out of the bush and landing in front of Prussia.
Prussia slowly lowered his sword when he realized it was a boy no older than seven. The boy looked like he had gone through a battle as well. His clothes, once grand, were torn and dirty more brown than black. His hair was so matted with blood and mud that the color was undefinable. Most noticeable was his face pinched up in a scared expression a large welt had formed on the left side of his temple a thick line of blood trailed down the side of his face. The boys large ice blue eyes were clouded, confused, and scared.
Prussia looked at the boy in an intense gaze. He looked vaguely familiar and had the air of country around him. Prussia raised his sword again he had been taught, by grandpa Germania, to be wary of country no matter how young or small.
"What is your name boy?" Prussia asked in a rough untrusting voice. The boy, who had examined Prussia as well, was slightly surprised at the question. He took several steps back and made to run away.
Prussia, on instinct, grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt and brought him up to face level. The boy frightened by his sudden departure from the ground started to flail about trying to get released. Prussia calmly just held the boy farther from his body and let him flail about. After a few minutes the boy stopped moving and just sorta hung there realizing he wouldn't get free until the strange man released him.
"I asked for your name boy." Prussia said after he had stopped flailing. The boy just looked at him with a strange look in his clouded eyes. And then it hit Prussia.
Maybe the wound on the boy's head had caused memory loss? He took his sword and stuck it in the ground. With his newly freed hand he gently touched the wound on the side of the boy's head. The boy let out a small yelp and his eyes started to water up. Prussia softened a little and brought the boy closer to his chest. He felt sympathy for the boy I mean what if he forgot his own awesomeness that would be so...unawesome.
Perhaps he could take the boy home with him. I mean it's not like it would make him his little brother or anything.
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A/N: I am aware that there are grammatical errors I have not had the time to fix them yet
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