A/N: hey guys, sorry for the long-ish wait for this chapter to go up, I hadn't realized how fast you can can review! I asked for five reviews, and got them ALL within a day, so you can understand I was a bit gobsmacked haha. Anyways, here is chapter five, we meet Prussia and Canada properly here *squeals with delight* the story is moving forwards! Ok, I think 20 reviews in total (I had ten when I uploaded this chapter) should be reasonable, seeing as you all replied so quickly to the last one (I love you all for it, don't stop, ok?)
"Awww Scheiße!" The Prussian whispered furiously. He had his gun steadied, but just as he was about to shoot, Mattie shifted beside him, distracting him slightly, and the gun tilted upwards as the dart shot out of it. He saw it skim past the female wolf's shoulder, before becoming embedded in her thick pelt before it sailed out of her shoulder and into a nearby tree. Canada flinched reflexively as he noticed, damn that must have hurt.
Canada lay flat on his stomach, the heavy rifle pressed firmly against his shoulder, and aimed at the brown wolf guarding the female, who was obviously the alpha, judging from his protective behaviour. He started to pull back the trigger slowly, so not to make any noise, but before he pulled it back fully, Prussia put his hand on the rifle.
Stop, Prussia commanded with a steely glare, as the wolves jumped up and scrambled. "G-Gilbert! Why did you stop me? I had a clear shot!" Canada whined in his soft voice, a soft Canadian accent undertoning his words.
"Did you not see ze dart get lodged in ze females shoulder?" Prussia told him sharply. "Zat amount of tranquiliser vith the one you vere about to hit her vith could 'ave killed her! Zat is way too much of ze dose. To retrieve zem for mein bruder, we just follow ze tracks they make, un wait for 'er to fall azleep!" Prussia said, getting louder and nearly shouting at the poor, quiet Canadian by the end of his rant.
Matthew was used to Prussia's explosive behaviour at times, and was busy packing up the guns and their supplies when he noticed him starting to go off on another rant, humming and nodding every once in awhile to pretend that he was actually listening. He handed Prussia's backpack to him as he shouldered his own, trying not to wince with the force of it being ripped out of his hand. Maple, the man didn't know his own strength at times...
Prussia grabbed his backpack off Canada, not noticing the slight look of pain in the man's eyes as he grabbed it, and he roughly shouldered it as he started trudging through the woods. It was difficult work. The wolves were stealthy and left very little paw prints, but when the drug started to kick in they would make mistakes and make many, making it easy to track them.
He thought back to them, remembering the glossy coat of the female, how the (h/c) strands blew softly in the wind, the solid colour coat only interrupted by her beautiful (e/c) eyes. The determination, the strength in those eyes, they were really something of beauty and mystery. He always believed that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and he'd never seen such a dark, mysterious pair of eyes.
Sighing loudly, he set off into the forest. You can't get too attached to people, Gilbert, they will eventually leave you forever. Same for animals, they are only loyal, never truly loving, he thought whilst setting off behind Matthew in the direction his prey ran off in.