I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/
One thing Mongolia seemed to like most was getting them both out on their horses and roaming. He would ride at a slow pace to keep Tibet near him, and Tibet would take his trembling fingers and try to direct his horse.
He shouldn't be afraid, he knew; it was just a horse, and even if he fell off and died, it would not a horrible thing. But that was far easier to think than it was to feel it. His thighs and other muscles were getting stronger every day, as Mongolia led him about.
Right at that moment, Mongolia was twisted around on his horse and directing it with his legs. "You like horses, don't you?"
"Yes, of course," Tibet said, knuckles white.
Mongolia grinned at him. "You'll get the hang of it! You're pretty smart; you can read and everything. I only just started to read; got an alphabet from Uighur. But there are so many words you can read! It's amazing!"
Tibet laughed at his exhilaration, smiling back. "Yes, there are a lot of words. You'll get them all soon enough."
"I know! I want to read everything! But then I get tired of it and go outside. My boss reads longer than me," Mongolia admitted, still twisted around to look at Tibet.
Tibet smiled back again. "Well, we all have things we're good at."
"Mine's being an amazing conqueror! I'll always been good at that!" Mongolia practically chirped. He turned around to stroke his horse's mane, but stopped midstroke.
"That bastard," he said, and Tibet looked around to see if anyone was there.
A farm was before them, and while there were some workers, there was also China himself, clearly going among his people in many different places, as nations often did. It was good to reconnect, rather than trying to live above your own people.
He didn't appear to be doing anything that would warrant being called such a name.
Nevertheless, Mongolia had notched an arrow to his bow, and was crashing towards China.
Tibet didn't know what to do; he and China weren't on the best of terms, but he didn't want to see him shot down either. "China!"
The arrow flew just as China looked up, and sunk into his thigh. With a cry, he was down.
"Tibet! You could have made him dodge!" Mongolia shouted, turned back around on his horse. Ominously enough, his bow was still in hand, and he faced Tibet with an exasperated expression.
"But he wasn't doing anything wrong-" Tibet started, but he was cut off.
"He is doing something wrong! Look at this perfectly good pastureland he's ruined with his stupid farm! He is an idiot!" Mongolia snapped back, adding, "Anyway, I always shoot China when I see him."
"You can't do that," Tibet said, calmly. He was pulling on all his years of meditating. "Mongolia, you can't just shoot China like that; it's being a bully."
Mongolia rode his horse over to Tibet's side, China forgotten. He had dark, smoldering eyes, like the inside of his head was full of coals. "What? You can't tell me what to do!"
Tibet stayed calm, saying, "I'm not telling you what to do. I'm just telling you that people won't fear you as a great warrior if you pick on the weak."
This seemed to stop Mongolia cold. "But they shouldn't be building farms in good lands for grazing…"
"There are a lot of grazing lands, and the way China gets his food is through farming; you do want subjects around, don't you?" Tibet looked Mongolia right in the eyes, and his calm seemed to bleed over.
There was silence for several moments, as Mongolia processed the information.
"You are right about this one thing," Mongolia finally sighed, then he nudged his horse forward. "Let's head back. I need to teach you how to make felt."
Tibet nodded, and they headed for home.
He felt lucky to be alive.
/AN/ So anyway, shortly after the one guy went to Mongolia, he convinced the Mongolians to stop killing Chinese farmers for 'ruining perfectly good grazing lands.' That's what I've portrayed here. I hope someone is enjoying this!