The brown fields swayed and furled as cold autumn wind swept past. Pulling your cloak against the bitter chill, you strolled through the knee-high grass. It was all quiet except the rustle of grass blades. There were a few lonely trees within sight, spread out across the rolling hills. Deciding it was time for a short break, you swiftly made your way a tree closest to you. Beneath the cobweb of bare branches, you dropped your hunting bow, a half-full quiver of arrows, and a string of small prey you recently caught.

"(NAME)!"

You heard a leaf crunch underfoot from behind then a yank on your neck. Your reflexes kicked in as the string around your neck pressed against your windpipe. About to swing around and kick the attacker's legs, you lost your balance and fell backwards as the feeble string snapped.

"Oof!" The attacker gasped as you ended up sitting on his stomach and driving the air out of his lungs.

"Serves you right for sneaking up on me, Gil." You smirked before scooting off to sit next to the young nation.

"Hah, say whatever you want, (name)." Gilbert indignantly growled and shook his head like a wet dog. "Anyway, what do I have here in my hand?" He held up the figure swinging on the broken string.

"Give it back, that's mine!" You lunged for the figure but he raised it away from your grasp.

"Serves you right for sitting on me." He laughed in triumph. "I'll take this as a token of loyalty to the awesome me and my awesome country." The necklace hung tantalizingly in front of your face for a second before he tucked it safely in his pocket with a grin you'd be honored to wipe off.

"Not quite a knight despite your name." you muttered.

"Hey, even though my country's name is Teutonic Knights that doesn't mean I have to be one." Gilbert retorted.

"Too bad that can't happen."

"I'm still awesome though."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am!"

"No way."

"Yes way!"

Scowling faces centimeters apart, you were ready to go into blows. The sky abruptly rumbled and a flash of white streaked through the darkening clouds. The scent of rain hit your nose.

"We should get home." you remarked as you shifted away and retrieved for your items.

"Yeah, we should." Gilbert stood up and stretched while adding, "Are you sure you don't want your precious necklace back?"

"No it's not important." You mumbled and stalked away from the arrogant laugh from behind.

I'll get it back someday, you vowed.