Authors note:

Hey everyone! :D I'm this is my first fanfic, so I'd greatly appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE critisism~!

I personally prefer short chapters, so I tend to write that way. I have a short attention span (Ya, I'm not even goin' to deny it xD) So I'd rather read 50 short chapters than 1 long one xD Anyway, the moral of the story here is, my chapter's'll be short... very short... but I have lots of 'em :D Ya, I guess I kinda let that out of the bag there xD This is a multi-chapter story, and I'm currently working on chapters 6 and 7. (I like to work ahead) Also, I may take a while to get new chapters up (Maybe a week, or less. Depends what's going on in my life xD)

~I'd really like to thank my editor who got me writting in the first place. You're freakin' amazing! I luff you~!!!

Anyway, this is my interpretation of a Prussia x Hungary relationship. If you don't like it, don't read it. I tried to stick to the main points though, so I hope there aren't too many complaints =_=;;

Anyway, this first chapter is actually more of an intro xD And you may have noticed, I have the months the story takes place and the age of Hungary as the 'titles' It helps me keep track of what's going on, so I don't end up writting weird O.o I skip years here and there, so if you're like "Omg, where'd Age 12 go?!" Dun worry, I just didn't write it xDD

Anyway, I think this pretty much sums up what I wanna say for now. Please feel free to review~!! :D

Early December. Age 9

I remember the day we met. I was nine years old. It was early December on a very cold day. I was in a hilly glen surrounded by forest; about a quarter mile from the country-cabin I called home. I was playing outside in the snow building a snowman with a head that was far too small for its body. I remember that day. There was a sound coming from the woods. All the birds were frightened, and the rabbits that were playing in the snow, as I was, quickly turned up their heads, and scurried away. I stood my ground; my feet shaking. Is it a bear? Coming to eat me like mama and papa used to say? I stood there, waiting to see what had frightened my long-eared playmates away. A little boy appeared from behind a large, leafless tree, slightly to my right. He had hair as white as the snow, and eyes that glowed ruby-red. He looked startled when I saw him, and fell backwards into the snow, still staring at me. Although I was happy it wasn't a bear, I was still felt a bit uneasy after learning a strange, but handsome, young boy had been watching me. He looked to be about my age, so I smiled and called to him.

"Would you like to come play with me?"

He turned his face away and ran in the opposite direction. I was a little disappointed, and angry, seeing as he wouldn't be taking the place of my rabbit-friends he had scared away. I continued to play in the cold, wet snow alone that day; my rabbit-friends never returning. What a rude little boy.

Little did I know that this boy would play a bigger role in my life than I could have ever imagined.