YOU GUYS ARE STILL HERE RIGHT?! YOU DIDN'T LEAVE ME RIGHT?!
Sorry for not updating for a while ;_; School is a $%#^*! Anyway YES, now we have Hans and Prussia appearing in Frederick's life. I wasn't sure if putting in Hans would be the best move until, someone replied saying that she "FANGIRLED" (If u had read the reviews, you know who I am talkin' about) when Hans appeared.
ANYWHOO! Here is chappie SEVEEENNNN! Hope you enjoy! ;D
Chapter 7-
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-3 months later-
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"WAAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOOO!" yelped Prussia as he galloped his horse in quick motion across the sun-warmed plains, with Frederick following closely. Prussia released the reins of the saddle and through his hands into the air.
"PRUSSIA, BE CAREFUL! YOU COULD FALL OFF!" Frederick called out.
"WHAT? YOU SAID YOU WANTED NEW IDEAS FOR YOUR POEMS, RIGHT? YOU WANTED ME TO BE THE TOPIC, RIGHT?"
"JA!"
"WELL THEN, WATCH ME BASK IN MY BRILLIANCE AND AWESOMENESS FRITZ! USE YOUR EYES TO CAPTURE EVERY INCH OF "MY" DETAIL! LOOK AT MY FLOWING CAPE! LOOK AT MY PURE, WHITE HAIR! LOOK AT MY KINGDOM-LIKE BEAUTY . . . uhh . . . FROM BEHIND!"
Frederick couldn't help but chuckle at the nation's humor, "JA, JA I GET IT!"
Much time had passed since the prince and nation had met in the river's cove, Frederick had bonded with the albino-being and had become permanently attached to him . . . or so he thought.
There was Hans to think about . . . and his father was gradually becoming more sinister . . . .
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Frederick, quickly reverting from his thoughts, followed Prussia towards a creek. They stationed their horses to let them graze awhile. The sweat-warm prince sat and crossed his legs, rummaging through his sack that carried his usual, poem necessities. He looked up to see . . . . well Frederick would never admit this . . . he slightly blushed as he gazed at Prussia slapping water onto his face.
Frederick cocked his head slightly, the seemingly cool droplets of creek water damping the Prussian's glistening, pale skin, the wetness shining, silver in the bright and warming sunlight. Streams of water ran down the being's skin and soaked into the collar of the white uniform.
Frederick then noticed Prussia ruffling his hair wet, angel, white hair being combed free of overwhelming, warmth . . . . Frederick sighed.
Prussia turned to him, blinking, "Was that just the wind or was it the clear, healthy, and beautiful breathing of a human?" Frederick turned red and gulped. Seeing the embarrassed look on his face, Prussia only laughed, "I'm just teasing you!"
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The sun's light was now subsiding with dark, heavy clouds and the vague feeling of coolness approaching. Prussia laid on the ground, his eyes closed, alongside Frederick drafting a couple of poems. The prince looked up seeing the grayness from afar,
"Mon Dieu! It seems a storm is coming." Prussia awoke with confusion evident in his eyes, he turned to Frederick, "Oi Fritz. Why do you do that?"
Frederick blinked, "Do what?"
"Speak French. I know you never came from there. You were born a Prussian, a German.''
Frederick looked away in thought, "Well . . . ja I was born a German, but . . . I was raised knowing how to speak French as well."
Prussia cocked an eyebrow. "Warum, Fritz?"
Frederick chuckled, "When I was younger, my mother had put me through quite a few lessons with Huguenot governesses and French tutors, they were practically the ones raising me instead of her," Frederick said giving a forced laugh . . . . the look in eyes showed nothing but old ache.
Prussia slowly sat up, "My childhood wasn't exactly a picnic either . . ."
The prince took a glance to him, "Hmm?"
Prussia gave him a smirky-look, "Hey, humans aren't the only ones with a childhood, we all start out as "Kinderin." Prussia drew his knees up, embracing them.
"Of course I was an awesome kid, but I did get sick a lot . . . . mostly malnutrition, that's why today I look slightly scrawny, but "danke Gott" I still grew muscle, eh?" Prussia raised his arm into a flexing pose, along with a smug smile.
Frederick nodded, "Of course malnutrition, he did say that he was formerly the "Great Teutonic Knights", the "Crusaders" of the Medieval Age. The poor warriors, they would thirst for water and be famished for days."
Frederick's thoughts were interrupted by the closing-in storm clouds, it was thundering. Prussia meekly stood, "I guess it is time to return home, let's go." The pair grasped for their reins and began to gallop back to the palace.
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Drizzle was coming upon them, but they had managed to make it back safely. Servants quickly bowed and greeted the two before taking the horses to the stables, they were welcomed in. Frederick took in a breath seeing Hans at the grand staircase before them. Hans greeted Frederick warmly but gave a shallow glare towards Prussia, he then reluctantly bowed,
"I-I see you have kept my friend in good company."
Prussia only wore a pokerface, "Ja."
Frederick always felt tension between the two. He reverted back to the memory . . . .
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"WHY? WHY DID YOU SHOW YOURSELF TO HIM BEFORE HIS TIME?" Hans bellowed. Prussia only gave a stabbing glare, "Why should I have to tell you?! Being a friend of the prince, I would assume you would understand!" Hans was taken aback, "Understand what?!" Prussia gritted his teeth, "That you shouldn't really trust what the king says, you know how he is with his son, he doesn't TRUST him at all, in fact . . . I don't think he even LOVES him." Hans shook his head, "Now hold on, he is the father! He has to love and respect his own kin just as he loves and respects "you" and your people!" Prussia had only scoffed at that, "Loves? Respects? HA! All that man cares about is military and keeping me and the people in line. Sure he is averagely "O.K." but I don't exactly call him "great" I have lived WAAAAYYYYY longer than you and I know a "great" king when I see one . . . . there is something about him that I don't like Hans." Hans showed puzzlement, "What are you talking about?" Prussia tensed his shoulders, "I just sense something wrong with that human . . . ."
"Ahh Frederick . . ." The prince snapped from his thoughts, feeling Hans's arm over his shoulder, "Let us go and work together on our arithmetic . . . you have been spending a lot of time with "him" instead of . . . well me."
Frederick blinked, "Oh . . . well uhh, alright." The prince turned to Prussia who was watching Hans with a distasteful glare, giving it no notice, "We'll meet later on," he promised, offering a bow to the nation.
Prussia nodded, "J-Ja."
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Hans and Frederick both sat at their usual studying table . . . . Hans then took a breath and dared to speak,
"Mein Meister."
Frederick glanced up, "Ja?"
Hans fumbled with his pen in anxiety . . . .
"We a-are friends, right?"
"Ja, of course."
"So, as a close friend of yours, I . . . need to tell you something."
Frederick cocked his head, "What?"
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"I don't think you should be around Prussia anymore."
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BOOM! CLIFFHANGER!
SO THE FIGHT FOR PRINCE FREDERICK THE 2ND BETWEEN HANS vs. PRUSSIA IS NOW SHOWING SIGNS OF APPEARANCE! XD
-PWEASE R&R my fellow readers!
-If you got any Frederick the 2nd facts that could be useful, don't be afraid to tell meh!
-Any ideas for next chapter, tell meh that too!
-Dextra2, I think I am startin' to LUV YA!
Until then, GR! :D
