A/N: Hello, it's me again. Apparently having only one story going at a time isn't enough for me.
Anyway, The Other Side of War is a series of drabbles that go to The Second Kalmar Union. I did not write these; my very good friend Scotty wrote these chapters. All I did was type them, edit them, and post them.
If you have not read The Second Kalmar Union, I suggest that you read it first. This will make a lot more sense if you do. I guarantee it.
Each chapter will begin with the day number that corresponds to the date in The Second Kalmar Union.
Disclaimer: I don't own this writing, and neither my friend not I own Hetalia (but imagine if we did! *evil laughter*).
Anyway, I think this is it. Enjoy!
Day 16-17: Prussia and Hungary, Part 1
Italy was freaking out. And not the usual "Ah! No! Don't shoot! I surrender!" freaking out, but the hiding-in-a-tent-and-worrying-obsessively freaking out. Unfortunately, he had chosen Prussia and Hungary's tent to freak out in.
"Don't worry, Ita. Germany will be okay," Hungary said, trying to calm the Italian down.
"But, but…"Italy blubbered.
"Vest'll be fine," Prussia assured him, as he pulled the smaller nation out from under the bed. "Now vhy don't you go back to your tent? Romano must be vorried."
Italy stumbled out of the tent and Prussia snapped the flaps shut, sighing.
"Aren't you worried, Prussia?" Hungary asked accusingly.
"Of course I am. But I can't say zhat to Italy. It'd only make him vorry more."
There was a pause, in which both countries battled with the decision to say what was on their minds.
"We should go save him," they said together. Prussia smirked and Hungary smiled, then they went to make preparations.
In the dead of night, they snuck out towards the other camp. They crossed the deserted battlefield without incident. As they approached England's camp, they ducked into a convenient ditch.
"Okay," Hungary began, "we go in. We look for him. If we find him, we grab him and get out. If we don't-"
"He's here," Prussia growled. "He's got to be. Zhere's no vay-"
He tensed. Someone was coming. Prussia grabbed Hungary and kissed her, effectively hiding her. His hat hid his hair, so when the flashlight swept over them, he didn't give them away.
"Oi!" the soldier shouted. Prussia broke the kiss, but still didn't turn towards the soldier. "This isn't the place for snogging!"
"Sorry, mate." Prussia did a surprisingly good British accent. "Not much privacy elsewhere."
"Then save for later." The soldier moved on, and as soon as he was gone, Hungary pushed Prussia away from her.
"What. The. Hell?" she hissed, blushing.
Prussia, also blushing, pretended not to hear her. "C'mon. Let's go."
He leapt out of the ditch. Hungary grumbled something in her native language (something about idiots playing with her emotions) and followed him. They snuck through the camp, avoiding firelight and only chancing glances at the various lit tents. Afterhours of searching with no luck, they stopped to rest. They sat on down on a supply crate (odd that it was labeled "Vodka" -what kind of army marched with a supply of vodka?).
"How can zhere be so many tents?" Prussia sighed.
"There are lots of soldiers," Hungary said grimly. "I'm surprised that the army has not been outnumbered yet."
Prussia was about to make a comment about how he was a "military beast", but, again, he heard someone coming. This time, Hungary heard it too. They stood and wove through the stacks of supply crates, and, despite the fact that they were moving silently, the person seemed to be following them fairly efficiently. It was Hungary's turn to find a brilliant hiding place, and when she saw a large empty supply crate, she shoved Prussia in and climbed in after, pulling the lid over the top of the box as she did so.
"Ow!" "Vhat ze-" "Shh!" "Quit elbowing mein stomach!" "Shut up!" "Get off!"
They struggled and scrambled until they came face-to-face, mere inches apart. A tense pause followed, in which they watched blushes creep across each other's faces and they moved slowly closer, then, with a resounding snap, the crate was opened and the mood vanished.
"You were right, Mr. Braginsky. I found them," an American soldier called to someone behind him.
"Good, I will be escorting them back to their camp, da?"
"Er, right…"the American said as he pulled Hungary and Prussia out of the box and shoved them towards Russia, who held his "magic cane." Not worrying about Hungary, the Russian hooked the faucet around Prussia's neck and escorted them out.
Approaching Norway's camp, they saw Austria waiting impatiently.
"Danke, Russia," he said curtly. Russia smiled creepily and headed back to his own camp. Both Hungary and Prussia winced when Austria turned and glared at them. They were in so much trouble.