A/N: this should've been for D, but this can work for E as well I guess. It focuses more on their past as little nations, and I decided to write one a while ago of their past as little nations from Hun and Germania's POV, but some tweaks and it tells the story of why Hungary and Prussia "hate" each other :P

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E is for Enemies

"Hey! Hey Hun!" a man with a thick German accent called out across the clearing. The man he was calling too was leaning against a tree, sharpening his hunting knife.
"Took you long enough." He called back, looking up. "Who's that?" A young silver haired toddler was sitting on the saddle in front of the stern looking German, he had eyes the colour of rubies and was smirking as he wriggled his hands over the horse's ears.
"This-" the man smiled slightly. "Is my Descendant!"
"Germania, you've got you're descendant?" Hun frowned. All of the current nations were in a state of shock and worry, certain personifications had been presented with a child personification – a representation that their nation and empire was sure to continue.
"You'll get yours soon I'm sure." Germania comforted his friend.
"Why did you bring yours hunting with you?" the darker haired man stood, untying his horse from the tree.
"Well I want him to learn how to hunt and everything. No doubt you'll be doing the same with yours?"
"Obviously." Hun retorted quickly. Germania smiled, before nudging the boy.
"Say hello to my friend Hun."
The boy's red eyes looked into the older man's.
"His eyes aren't similar to yours."
"I doubt your Descendant won't look like you." Germania scoffed as Hun mounted his horse.
"Roman Empire's decendant resembles him slightly. Yours has similar hair…. Kinda…." Hun smiled.
"At least I have mine! I'd laugh if you got some little weakling girl" he retorted.
"Even if it is a girl, she'd be much stronger than your little boy anyday!"
"C'mon, are we hunting or not?" Germania ended it and the two horses galloped off.

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Not long after meeting his friends own descendants, Hun was walking across the plains near his home.
"Germania and Roman Empire have got their descendants…. Where's mine…?" he questioned aloud as he walked. He kicked a pebble with his boots and it flew through the air and landed in a pile of rocks, and it should've let out a clang as it hit the other rocks, yet it sounded like a dull thud.
A dull thud followed by crying.
Hun ran towards the cries, and saw a young nation sitting there. The child-nation was crying and curled up. It was clearly freezing and Hun basically realized immediately that it was his descendant because of the pysical similarities, and that she was a girl because of the way her hands were much smaller than Rome's decendant, Romano's were when they'd found him. At first, he thought maybe he should ditch her and wait for another one to appear. Then she noticed him and shied away from him. Her eyes were the same shade of green as his, and her hair the same hazel brown as his grey-speckled mop.
"I can't just leave you here…" he paused, before opening his arms out to the little girl. "Hey." He breathed. She frowned at him. "I'm your…. Nagyapa…" he smiled. She blinked, before crawling towards him and wrapping her arms around him. "One day you'll be strong and tough and you'll kick Germania's little Prussia's butt!" he grinned at her. She giggled. "What should I call you?" he stood and pulled himself to full height. "My name's Hun." He smiled as they walked. "What about Huny?" she shook her head. "Hungay?" she shook her head again. "Hungary?" she regarded it for a moment, before nodding. "That's a good name." he smiled.

I'll have to raise her like a boy. But she'll be able to beat that little Prussia's butt!

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"Großvater! Großvater!"
"Nagyapa! Nagyapa!"
The two men looked up as their descendants ran towards them.
"Großvater!" The silvery haired boy grinned. "I caught a bird!"
"I caught the bird! You said you wanted to keep it as a pet but I wanted to show it to Nagyapa!" the darker haired boy frowned. The two men smiled at their descendants.
"It's beautiful Hungary." Hun smiled as he crouched to see the bird. Großvater "Großvater, Hungary's taking all the credit for the bird!"
"I'm the one who caught it! You thought if you scared it with your 'awesome'-ness it would follow you around all the time!"
"Why don't you just set the bird free as we wait for Roman Empire and his descendant, Romano."
"That kid's not awesome enough to hang out with me or my birdy friend!" Prussia smirked. "Now hand it over!"
"No! I'm setting the little bird free!" Hungary frowned. "Nagyapa, tell Prussia that setting it free is better." Hun looked at Germania and they both nodded.
"Hungary, go set the bird free. Prussia you can catch your own later."
Before his friend could protest, Hungary ran back where they came, only to be followed by her friend.
"Stop!" he cried as his friend let the little yellow bird go. "We're enemies now!"
"Why are we enemies?" Hungary frowned.
"You sent my friend away!"
"You can catch your own later."
"No!" he glared at him, Cool green eyes countering angry red ones. "That bird was my friend! We're enemies now Hungary!"
"Seriously, who else is going to help you beat up that wuss Austria?" Hungary sighed as he turned to walk back.
"ANYONE WHO'S AWESOMER THAN YOU THAT'S WHO!".

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"Nagyapa?"
"Nagyapa?!"
"Nagyapa!?" the younger nation's sobs got louder as he cried into his grandfather's bloodsoaked tunic. "Nagyapa, please don't die!"
"You're strong enough now, Hungary." He smiled at his grandchild. "Once you um, grow your part out you'll be the strongest nation ever."
"How long was it until you got your part? Because without you around, I'll have to do stuff like fight and hunt on my own…"
"You still have y-your friend-" he suddenly coughed, and Hungary frowned.
"Ok maybe you shouldn't talk… please don't die Nagyapa!"
"Germania and Rome are gone. It's about time I went as well."
"No!" their green eyes interlocked. He patted her on the head.
"Goodbye, Hungary." The young boy clutched to his tunic as it slowly faded, along with the once strong nation it had clothed. There was nothing left of him.

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"Hungary?" Prussia looked at his childhood "enemy" with a grin. The teenager smirked at her. Turns out the boy he was frightened of all his childhood turned out to be a girl. Still, he had been scared of said girl for almost all of his life.
"What do you want?" she frowned. She was now into wearing dresses, although Prussia could see she wanted to be in breeches by the way she looked at the hem of her dress as she moved. He was sitting at a bar in some small town he was visiting, and was surprised to see her there.
"Enjoying dresses?" he smirked. She glared at him, before moving her hand to her waist and then pausing. They were in a packed inn, if she pulled out her hunting knife then, she'd be apprehended before she could even do anything. Therefore, she reached over the counter and pulled a frying pan off the wall and slamming the arrogant man with it.
The bar tender smirked at her, and she put a handful of coins on the table.
"What'll it be, miss?"
"A beer and the pan."

Translation:
Nagyapa - Hungarian for Grandfather
Großvater - German for Grandfather