POV- Prussia

I was taking a walk through the woods, of course thinking about how awesome I am. I was already planning my next battle with that stupid aristocrat, Roderich. "He'll be easy to take down. He always is." I said to myself with a confident grin.

That is when I saw her running down the path.

At first, I had no idea who she was and what she was doing, so I was going to ignore her. However, I happened to notice something. She had the mole, just like the stupid aristo- I mean, Roderich. This, I had to encounter. "Hello there!" I called out, to get her attention. She stopped and looked at me. Her eyes widened at recognition.

"You are Gilbert, aren't you?"

"Yes I am, the most awesome country ever, of course. Anyway, how do you know me, although you have probably heard of me and my awesome victories?"

"I know of your so called 'awesome' victories. My father's vital regions were one of them."

My eyes lit up when I heard this. "Your father? You don't mean Roderich Edelstein, the stupid aristocrat Austria, do you?"

"Yes. I do mean the stupid, aristocrat Austria," she bluntly replied.

Now I was interested in this mystery girl. The daughter of Austria? Last thing I had ever known, he had fathered that stupid Marie girl, what did the French call her? Capet? Yes, I think that was it. "So, who may your mother be?" I asked.

"Elizaveta."

More shock. Hungary, I remember her. I had groped her when we were children, later finding out that she was a female. The guilt I felt was agonizing. It was such a sin to grope a female. Grope a male, I wouldn't give a damn. But to grope a female was awful! Anyway, I was interested in this. "Now, why are you running, um…uh…your name?"

"Vienna."

"Vienna, yes. Now, why are you running, hmm?"

"Trying to get home."

"Get home, eh?" I put my arm around her shoulder. "How about I help you get there?"

POV- Vienna

I was nervous about Prussia putting his arm around my shoulder, so I gently removed his arm and side-stepped once. "Um, no thank you. I can manage to get home by myself."

"No no. I insist. Let me help you." His arm went back around my shoulder and his other arm slowly went around my waist. This time, I backed off hard.

"No!" I shouted before punching him hard in the face and kicking him in the groin ever harder. He went down and I ran off again. What was with countries wanting me to be one with them? More than likely, Gilbert was going to claim my vital regions and make me one with him; Father and Mother had already warned me of him before. I sighed angrily, although a slight tremor could be heard in this sigh. This encounter frightened me, I will admit. I was very much not used to be wanted in the manner that Germany and Prussia had wanted me. I was used to not really be wanted for much except my talent with horses and music. I kept running, thinking that I could run off any other danger. I was wrong.

POV- France

It was a lovely day outside. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. The scene was practically orgasmic.

Hmm, orgasmic. I like that.

Anyway, I was strolling through the woods, on my way to get some more wine, when I saw a young lady running. I smiled. She was a beautiful creature. She was short and slim, pale, had dark hair. Oh my god, just delicious! I wanted to get my hands on her. She saw me and suddenly stopped with wide eyes. That's when I noticed the mole. It made me think of Roderich. Ah, Roderich. Such artwork he is! He makes excellent eye candy. And his musical ability! Ah! Also practically orgasmic. I looked to her.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle! What is such a pretty lady like you doing in woods like these?"

From the look on her face, she did not want to interact with me. I smiled, strolled over to her, and put my arm around her. She had such lovely curves. "Now, what is your name, you beautiful fleur?"

"Vienna." This was in a sharp tone. I ignored this.

"Ah, Vienna. Such a lovely name for a lovely lady. Now, where are you heading, my dear?"

"Home." Also sharp.

"And where would home be?"

"Not with you."

I laughed and twirled my rose around. "Ah, silly silly girl, what would make you think that I would do such a thing as take you to my home?" 'Although I would really love to. You would be absolutely perfect as a French nation.'

"Because you murdered my stepsister."

"Your stepsister? Now, who would this be?"

"Marie, under the married name Marie Antoinette."

"Marie the Capet? Ah, I remember her. She was such a beautiful lady, but a major bitch too. Couldn't have a baby for a long time, the stupid girl."

"Hey, don't you dare insult her!"

"You know, you are beginning to sound a lot like Austria, now that I think about it. Are you related to him, by any chance?"

She was silent.

POV- Vienna

I didn't like his question. Father had told me to not get any help from Francis, nor even speak to him. I simply narrowed my eyes at him. He gave me a hearty laugh and hugged me close. "So it is true, isn't it mademoiselle? You are related to Roderich. Hell, I bet you are his second daughter."

I tensed for a second at his hug and then pushed him away. "Get. Away. From. Me. NOW." I said in a firm tone.

"Come come, mademoiselle. Why don't you just forget about that silly Austria and be a French Nation?"

"Because I am Austrian and Hungarian!" I too kicked him in the groin and knocked him down. I started beating him in total fury. He started screaming.

"No! No! Please stop! HELP ME!"

"Oi! What is going on here?"

I looked up from beating up France to see a man with short blonde hair and thick eyebrows running towards us. I kept France's arms pinned to the ground. "And who are you?" I asked.

The man stopped running. "My name is Arthur Kirkland."

"Ah, it is you Britain! Thank goodness you are here! Save me Britain! Please!"

The man laughed at him. "Like I would ever help you, Francis. This is funny."

At this point, Francis began to cry. "Please stop!"

I looked at him. "Will you leave me alone?"

He nodded. I got up and waited for him to get up. He jumped up and ran down the road, screaming and crying.

POV- England

I looked to the young lady. "And what may your name be?" I asked.

"My name is Vienna Edelstein."

"Are you of any relation to Roderich Edelstein?"

"He is my father."

I was surprised. "He had another after the moronic Marie?"

She narrowed her eyes at me. I nodded awkwardly. Um, alright then. Anyway, may I interest you in a spot of tea while you tell me of how you ended up away from home? There is a café nearby with excellent tea."

She nodded and gave a small curtsy (though she was wearing breeches.) "Yes, I would love some tea. Thank you Arthur."

I then held out my arm in a gentleman gesture. She took my arm and allowed me to escort her to the café.