I'm on a roll, I guess. This is Hungary and one of her early kings. I refer to Hungary as 'he' because, well, that's what everyone thought. Plus I think it's kind of cute. But I guess if you like gen-flip you can think of it that way too. Any way you want it, readers.
Poland speech is now in effect: I'm, like, totally sorry this is like totally super short short. OMG Seriously.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Not even the inspiration/idea- I got it from beloved Wikipedia. (Yea, I know Wikipedia's often wrong but I'm in love).
Enjoy!
Hungary and Louis I
Genres: Friendship and maybe sorta Family?
He rides proud and tall on his horse, shifting slightly. He likes to tell himself that he is perfectly okay, but can't help himself from glancing over at him from time to time. He may be a country- no, an empire- but he's still just a little boy.
The little boy in question is wiping the sleep from his eyes. He tried to nap on the pony, but it just jolted too much. He looks up at him, his king, his almost-father, and smiles.
"Don't worry, Hungary, we're almost home," The king smiles. His heart lifts: soon he will get to see Poland and Prussia and the rest! It has been a while.
When they arrive, the little boy is off to play with his friend immediately, even though his hair is matted and filthy and his clothes are covered in mud and blood.
"Feliks! Gilbert! I'm home!" He runs to them, laughing. Everything is okay; the country is at peace; he has friends by his side.
And it's all thanks to Louis I of Hungary. He hopes he will remember to bury Louis by his favorite saint, King Saint Ladislaus. After all, though he does not like to think of it, little Hungary knows his great King will one day die. But he will keep on living, a strong, proud empire.
So, what did you think? Please, review and tell me! I swear, I won't bite!
