Day 18: Prussia and Hungary, Part 2
Prussia and Hungary were having a moment when they heard a commotion outside. Going to investigate, they saw Denmark arguing with Finland and Sweden.
"No, Denmark, you can't!"
"Like Hell I can't! He needs my help!"
"Y'r h'rt."
"That doesn't matter!"
"Hey, Denny," Prussia began hastily. "Vhat's happening?"
"Norway went off to fight England," Denmark huffed. "He needs my help and these two-" he pointed at Sweden and Finland "-won't let me go!"
"Y'r h'rt," Sweden said again.
"You've got a hole in your stomach," Finland insisted.
"So zhis is your veak spot?" Prussia smirked as he poked the Dane lightly in the stomach. The Dane doubled over, wincing. Prussia frowned. "Oh, maybe you shouldn't go, Denny."
"I- I'm fine," Denmark muttered as he straightened painfully.
"Nein, don't lie. It is not awesome."
At that, Denmark glared at Prussia, but it was muffled by pain.
"I've got it!" Hungary exclaimed suddenly, as she ran up, startling the others.
"Got what?" Finland asked.
"Why don't Prussia and I go help him, Denmark?"
They all stared at her for a moment, then Denmark shrugged and stumbled back to his tent. Finland smiled at Hungary gratefully before following Sweden back to their tent. Prussia just gave her a curious look.
"What?" she asked defensively.
"Nozzing, let's go."
They fought their way across the battlefield with few problems. The camp was also mostly empty and it was easy to find where Norway and England had already begun fighting. Prussia and Hungary hid behind a tent and watched tensely. (It was entirely possible that their fates rested on the outcome of this small battle.)
Norway and England seemed evenly matched until England decided to use magic. Norway dodged the spell easily enough, which meant that it hurtled past him, directly towards the tent that Prussia and Hungary were hiding behind. Prussia pulled Hungary out of the way an instant before the tent exploded.
When they looked back at the fight, they saw that England had Norway pinned to the ground. Hungary made as if to go help, but Prussia pulled her back behind another tent.
"Let me go!"
"Nein!"
"I told Denmark that we'd help Norway."
"You are not getting in between two magic nations that are dueling each other."
"I can handle myself, thank you very much."
Somehow, over their muttered argument, Prussia and Hungary heard something unexpected.
"I … I surrend- surrender."
They peaked out and saw that Norway had clearly beaten England. Grinning, they dashed out and collected England. As they were leaving, Hungary heard a soft thump. She turned and saw that Norway had passed out -blood loss, no doubt.
"Go on ahead," she told Prussia, who nodded and escorted England away. Hungary hefted the unconscious Norway onto her back and followed the albino back to the other camp.
A/N: I don't have to explain to you, dear reader, what kind of moment Prussia and Hungary were having, do I? :D
Disclaimer: I didn't write this; my friend Scotty did. Neither of us own Hetalia. That is all.