Author's Note: These collection of tales was meant to be part of a song meme which I presume most are familiar with. None of these fics were meant to be historically accurate, although historical events have influenced some of the drabbles written.
I'm neither a professional writer, nor an English literature professor, so go easy on me. I assure you any and all mistakes be it grammar/spelling or otherwise are not intentional.
As always this fandom does not belong to me.
Who's going to ride your wild horses - U2
Teutonic Knights watched from a distance as Hungary ran about the beach with her stick sword in her hand. The sound of her laughter as she chased seagulls seemed to carry the weight of an unspoken promise. Hungary still believed herself to be a boy, but Teutonic Knights knew the truth, and he could no longer ignore it. He was not one who cared for the shallow ideals of feminine beauty, in his mind only the weak bothered with such empty nonsense, yet he could not look away.
Hungary's hair was longer now, and loosed from its ponytail. The flower he had given her still remained firmly caught in her chestnut locks, in spite of the wind and her boisterous movements. While a mischievous smile played on her lips as she pretended to attack the gulls who sought to pick away at the beached clams. In that moment Teutonic Knights understood why men went to such great lengths to win the affections of a fair maiden. It was also about then he realized the true weight of such temptations.
'Come on Teutonic Knight what are you waiting for? Let's hunt! Or are you scared the gulls going to poop on you like last time?' Hungary challenged, with a laugh. Denying her accusations, Teutonic Knights promptly drew his own wooden sword and chased after her. The memory of her beauty, and the strange feelings it evoked were soon forgotten. It would be many years before he would be reminded of them again.