Take me back when our world was one block wide, I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried. Just two kids, you and I… Oh, my my my my…
Hungary rang the doorbell to Prussia's house with happy anticipation. She held his gift behind her back and smiled as he opened the door. "Hey, Hungary!" He waved happily and showed her into the living room. It was decorated with pictures of his family and on a little carpet an infant with a bit of blonde hair crawled around with a stuffed puppy in his hand.
"That's my little brother Germany," Prussia explained. "He doesn't talk much, I don't think he's very smart."
Hungary laughed. "I have an apology gift for making you have to get stitches in your head," she told him, pulling her hand from behind her back to reveal a baby chick. "My family has some chickens, so I decided to give you one."
"Wow, awesome!" Prussia's bright red eyes lit up as he took the little yellow bird into his hands. He was so fluffy and cute. "Thanks! I'll call him…Gilbird!" His human name was Gilbert, so it seemed like a logical name to him. Gilbird chirped in what seemed to be agreement.
It turned out Gilbird could fly, and liked to make circles around Prussia's head, or sit on it. Germania thought Hungary was a good enough kid for one who had injured his son in the head with a frying pan the previous day, but he watched the two wild children carefully.
"How old are you?" asked Prussia and he and Hungary sat swinging their legs at the kitchen table and eating gummy bears.
"Seven," she responded, holding one out of the reach of little Germany, who was reaching up his grubby fist with tears in his eyes and begging, "Beaw?"
"No bears for you, kid," Prussia told his distraught little brother, who began to cry. "Geez, he's such a crybaby. Anyway, seven, that was an awesome age, I remember it. I'm nine." Wow. He must be in third grade or something. Hungary couldn't even imagine being nine. She was best friends with a nine-year-old! How cool!
"Do you want to go outside?" Prussia asked after a moment's silence.
"Sure!" Hungary answered. "You can teach me to spit through my teeth! England says girls can't do it and I want to prove him wrong and spit farther than he can!"
Prussia smiled. He really liked his new best friend. "Spitting is a valuable skill," he said with approval. "That's how you assert your leadership amongst a group, I think." He took her outside and began instructing her in the rudiments of the necessary art.
The sun was getting lower and the sky was getting gray-blue, the air growing cooler. It invigorated the two young nations and they ran around chasing each other and laughing, Gilbird flapping around Prussia's head the entire time. With his freckled cheeks and nose and his white hair and red eyes, Hungary decided that Prussia was a handsome boy. She grinned cheekily.
"Hey, Prussia!" she called over her shoulder, running fast ahead of him. "I dare you to kiss me!"
Prussia's eyes narrowed. The challenge was accepted. He took off like a rocket and proceeded to chase Hungary around his backyard, her hair flying behind her and his cheeks blotchy and red. She laughed and he sped up, catching up and hoping to overtake her. They ended up falling dizzily onto the little knoll in his yard, looking up at the sky that seemed to move in circles. Gilbird lit on Prussia's head.
Prussia reached out and pressed his lips to Hungary's flushed cheeks. She sat up in surprise and he laughed. "I don't back out of a dare, ya know."
