Hetalia: Kid Warriors

Prussia was laughing stealthily to himself as the little, yellow chick Gilbird rested on his head chirping. He was hiding in the green bushes, preparing to put his plan into action. "That stupid kid Austria won't know what hit him," he smiled even wider at the thought. Prussia was just a kid, but he was way stronger than that…that other kid. The small, dark-haired Austrian was having a picnic and eating his sausage sandwich by himself. Just as the brave Teutonic Knight was about to awesomely leap out of the bushes and attack, he stopped and ducked back down.

Hungary had come out of nowhere and 'he' was talking to Austria. Oh, no, Prussia thought, it's that other-other kid again! This Hungary was a new-comer to the battlefield and Prussia wasn't sure what to think of him. They had only encountered each other once before, but it had happened so fast that neither had a chance to speak to the other. He waited to see what his rival and that new kid were talking about.

"Oh, it's you," Austria pushed his drooping glasses back up his nose. "I thought you were some kind of enemy."

Hungary smirked. "I could be, for all you know…only…you're a noble, aren't you?"

Austria nodded. "And you are some nomad, or something. That means you don't have a permanent home, right?"

Hungary pouted. "You sure are rude for a country who has no way to defend himself. I am a warrior nomad, but I do have a home."

Austria smiled and shook his head. "I actually don't really care what you think. As long as I have my music, I would do anything."

"Music?" Hungary asked, a little surprised. "What do you mean? You don't favor swords?"

"No way," said Austria. "Swords are too violent und bloody. I prefer peaceful sounds that flow when notes are playing from an instrument over those loud anguishing sounds of war."

This confused Hungary a little, but he found himself smiling. "Really? So you don't fight at all?"

"Hey!" came a voice that belonged to a young, blond-haired, green-eyed kid. He was running up to them and looked upset. "Get away from Austria." He had a sword in hand and was ready to charge.

Hungary was caught off guard and took a few steps back. "W-wait!"

Austria stood up with a shocked expression. Prussia also was ready to interfere for reasons he didn't understand, but the young blond-haired kid stopped, only inches away from Hungary. "What are you doing to him?" he demanded.

"Nozing." Hungary replied. "Just checking out the competition. I'm leaving now."

"Fine," said the boy. He turned to Austria and wiped his companion's mouth with a napkin. "Why were you sitting out here alone? And how many times do I have to tell you to wipe your mouth?"

Austria hung his head. "I'm sorry, Switzerland…"

"It's alright now." Switzerland said, "Just be careful because that guy might be sneaking around again." He saw that Hungary was still standing there and said to him, "Why are you still here? I told you to leave."

Hungary smirked again. "You talk tough, Switzie. I look forward to the challenge." He turned and walked away from them.

Prussia ducked back down. "Man, that new kid seems intimidating. Or he just talks big. I think I'll fight him next. Who cares about that Austria…besides, Switzerland freaks me out." He snickered a little. "'Switzie.'" Then his face was serious. "Besides, I have a bigger mission. I need to find out if Hungary is a pagan who needs to be converted or tortured." He dashed away.

Both Austria and Switzerland saw him leave because he was so obliviously loud when he did so. "See?" said Switzerland. "I told you he would be hanging around. You're lucky I came when I did."

"Yeah," Austria said sadly. "He might have given me a beating for no reason again. That hurts." He started sniffling and wiped his eyes with the cuff of his sleeve.

"H-hey, don't cry." Even as a boy, Switzerland had a soft spot for people who cried. "Come on, I'll guard you until you get home." Yes, he was even like a nagging wife back then.

Obviously this is way in the past. Hungary is unaware that she is not a boy yet, so I will referrer to her as 'him' for the remainder of the story. She grew up a warrior and no one told her any different. All of her rivals and companions were boys, so she assumed that she was one, too. And kids are so innocent that no one else knew the difference. . .