So, this was something I once (about 3 years ago) posted on Hetalia Kink Meme as a fill to Prussia/Poland Medieval Ages, but abandoned ot. I'll try to finish it this time. Like stated in descripction I'll try to make it as much historically accurate as I can. This fic doesn't have beta and I'm not native English speaker, so I would be greatful for pointing out any mistakes you'll find. Enjoy! :)

- Well, Sir, your last shot was perfect!

- Right in the middle of the target! And even without any preparations. You must be the best archer in the whole country, am I right, Sir? - A peal of girlish laughter accompanied by a young man's one filled the chamber. Said man – a slight blond with the face that could easily belong to a woman with big, shining green eyes – took one springy step forward, turned around to face two maidens and bowed a little.

- My ladies, your praises are, like, flattering me much, but, in the same time are making me a little uneasy. Hearing compliments from such a lovely mouths makes me wonder how I can return them. And I believe there are no suitable words to describe your good looks and cleverness. - With this words boy gave a wholehearted smile and added – Shall we eat something now? You must be tired from the sun an-

- Feliks! Here you are! - The boy's speech was rudely interrupted by a middle-aged man with dark bushy beard and moustache. - I've been looking for you whole morning! I have wonderful news! Our problem might be go... gone - His eyes met two, now little annoyed, ladies. - You... You go and do what women do. - A malicious grin appeared on his face. - That's not the kind of conversation for women to hea-

- Sweethearts, could you go to the east salon? -This time it's the blond who cut in. - And prepare some books for our afternoon reading session, I'll join you shortly. - Another one of his bright smiles appeared on his face. - I heard you got a new treasure in your library. - Closely followed by a wink and a little bow. The ladies turned back and left with a quiet „Excuse us".

- So - Feliks spoke again – What's this „wonderful news" you've been talking about? Have you all finally agreed to unite me again? And chosen one ruler? - The boy gave his interlocutor a piercing look. He almost hoped the answer would be „yes". Almost. It'd be too good to be true, but you always should have faith, shouldn't you?

- Well, that's not it. - started Konrad – But I have a solution to our problems with those damn pagans. - A contented smile grew on his face. - I invited The Teutonic Knights over. They'll help us fight with those devils. - The man was looking for some kind of approval to his work, for cheerful smile and simple thanks, but instead, the little blonde was staring at him with a dull expression. At last he spoke.

- You've brought some kind of army of mercenaries to fight for us? Brilliant. - snarled the blond.

- They're not ordinary soldiers of fortune. - said the man harshly. - They're-

- Anyway, should I, like, know them? I think I heard this name somewhere, but I can't really recall where. - Feliks ignored the other man and started to think aloud.

- Orden der Brüder vom Deutschen Haus Sankt Mariens in Jerusalem. - Third voice cut in. - Or just Order of Teutonic Knights. And yes, you should know us. Know me. I'm very famous, you see. - A slender silhouette slowly loomed out of the door. As the person moved toward Feliks and Konrad, they could make out long white robe and robe with black cross on it. But only when the man was a few steps from Feliks, could the boy notice his grey hair, red eyes and a cocky smirk. - Gilbert Beilshimdt, for commoners. - Two scarlet eyes were piercing person in front of them. Albino moved even closer to the blond as if expecting him to drop to his knees and kiss Gilbert's seal ring in act of completely submission to, without a doubt, the most awesome and powerful person in the whole world. But instead of that, Feliks took a step back, fixed his gaze at albino with confused look and knitted brow. A strange sensation filled his body. It was as though this person had something which belonged to him. He just couldn't tell what exactly it was.

- Królestwo Polskie – at last he spoke – Human name Feliks Łukasiewicz – and held out a hand which met with snarl from the red-eyed. Blond looked at him with astonishment slowly withdrawing his hand.

- Well, if you insist so. - Gilbert's smirk grew wider as he shook this not-awesome country's hand. And with that, Feliks got an epiphany. „Sweet Lord, it's him" was the only thing he could think before abruptly tearing his hand out of Gilbert's grasp and backing away a few steps. Eyes focused on now amused albino, mouth agape.

- Something wrong? - asked bearded man.

- No, no. Everything's totally fine.

- Good, now that you know each other, I excuse myself; I have a meeting with Henryk. We must discuss some more issues. - Not sparing a second glance on either of personifications he spun around and left.

- So, I knew I am hot, but haven't got any idea that I actually can burn. - a sneer smile was back again on Gilbert's face. - Regrettably, I have no interes-

- It's you.

- Wha- Of course it's me, in my very awesome self.

- You're the one that got a bit of my land. What for? Money? Gratitude? Influence? - At first Gilbert had no idea what that boy was talking about. But suddenly, boom, and he remembered. Oh yes, yes he had indeed been given some of this fool's land. He stopped listening to Feliks' ranting and got lost in his own thoughts, his trademark smirk never leaving his face. Oh, this is going to be so fucking awesome. If this girlie is whining from losing a little more than a village, what he'll do when he finds out about Gilbert's little amendments to their agreement. Well, this is going to be fun. So much fun.

- Hey! Are you even listening to me? Or maybe you do not understand advanced Latin? Well, if that's the case, so sorry, but I won't be speaking in your weird language, so not beautiful. - Gilbert let out a mental sigh and widened his grin.

- Naah, I'm not really interested in whatever you are saying, sooo no, I was not listening to you and yeah, I do not care about you and your regrets, sorrows, whatever. - with those words and no proper goodbye procedure he started exiting chamber.

- Wait, where are you manners? Aren't you, like, supposed to show me some respect? Really, I'll be your seigneur in no time and you don't even know common principles of etiquette, you're just like those uncivilized barbarians. - Gilbert stopped and turned around. Disdain in his eyes was almost palpable.

- Well, I think time will show us who is going to be more important and who'll have to pay respects to whom. And since it's not yet official I owe you nothing, Königreich Polen. After all Lord's thought are unknown for us.

Albino left Feliks speechless and mad. Furious, you could say. Such impertinence! Personification of Poland could not comprehend how someone so unimportant (ok, he had to admit Teutonic Knights were quite famous, he just forgot all about them before, well, can't blame him, he's got so much going on lately, that stupid decision of Bolesław, wait, what he was thinking about again? Oh, yeah, that damn order) with only a bunch of soldiers and no land (well, hardly no land. He apparently got some, even Feliks') can be so conceited and arrogant. Oh, Feliks is going to be his seigneur. Definitely, after all the agreement is ready and signed. So That Damn Albino is wrong. And Feliks will prove it. And then, after he uses Gilbert to conquer pagans, he'll make him suffer. Oh, no, he wouldn't dare to drive him out of Poland's lands. No, no. It could met with strong opposition, it'd be violation of their agreement, after all. And most important – it'll be just too easy and not very elaborate. Feliks would do anything legal it takes to see the arrogant not personification beg just for the permission to leave his lands. Perhaps he will start from casting high taxes on him. Very high. Yes, Feliks will do that. Because he can. Yeah.

Author's Notes:

*Konrad - Konrad I of Masovia, duke who invited Teutonic Knights (1225 or 1226) so they could fight with pagans in Prussia. (The peoples who were living there originally are called "Old Prussians" nowadays)

*Feliks' talk about choosing one ruler and uniting him again - At that time Poland was divided between all royal brothers - each of them had a district in which he ruled. There was no central power. Not very good for a country. Those times were full of fights for domination within a country - everyone wanted to have the most of land.

*Henryk - Herman von Salza - Grand Master of Teutonic Knights. I used 'Henryk' because it was said by Konrad, who was Polish and 'Henryk' is polish equivalent.

*Bolesław - Bolesław III Wrymouth - the man who divided Poland.

*Gilbert's amendments in agreement - well, it is said Konrad wanted to give Teutonic Order Chełmno Land (Culmerland) as a fiefdom and incorporate conquered Prussian's land to his own, but it turned out that Teutonic Order got the whole Chełmno Land and everything that they conquered. They had Pope's blessing (in form of papal bull). Everyone thinks that Teutonic Order forged the agreement. I made it so Feliks is yet oblivious of that (after all it's their first meeting, but Gilbert knows all about it. Let's say they planned this all beforehand.

*Latin - everyone spoke Latin at that time. And yes, they are talking in Latin. Except from some of the words.

*Why Feliks refuses to speak in German? I it's funny. In Poland 'Germany' is called 'Niemcy' which probably riginated from word 'niemy' which means 'mute'. Apparently all Slavic tribes thought German tribes couldn't talk - everyone has similar name for Germany. But it's just one of hypothesis.

*Feliks' little epiphany - Teutonic Order was given a village and 15000 morg (1 morg = 1,4 acre) of land before they were invited by Konrad. (it was 1222 and 1224)