Red Wash (A Hetalia Fanfic)

Neutral My Ass...

"Get the fuck away!" Hungary screamed as she slammed her frying pan in Prussia's face. "Stay away from Mount Wank!" The impact was so hard, that Prussia was knock all the way to the border of Germany. Prussia landed head first into the ground.

Prussia moaned as he got up. His arm and nose were bleeding, bur he didn't seem to notice the sticky liquid. Prussia gave a douchy smile at Hungary. "Kesesese... Then I can just go around!"

"Well if you would like to kiss my frying pan again you may happily try to. Maybe next time you can make this more interesting if you actually brought a gun with you!" Hungary crossed her arms. Hungary was wearing a army uniform instead of the normal maid's dress she usually wore. "But I just creamed your ass so that would just be pathetic!" She shot a glare at Prussia. "I will never let you touch Austria over my dead body!"

"Vhatever, Hungary." Prussia said. "Next time, you won't be able to handle all of my awesomeness and you will fall! Keseseses..."

Prussia whirled around and started to walk in the other direction like an ape [AN AWESOME APE!!!], not looking back at Hungary as she stood there watching in confusion. Hungary thought to herself as she lowered her frying pan, He wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so ape-like... He would actually be kind of cute...

When Hungary was no longer in sight, Prussia sighed and crossed his arms. This was the fifth time he tried to invade Hungary (the other four were invading a different way...). Every time, the same thing happened: he got a frying pan to the face and was thrown back onto Mount Wank, then would have to call his brother to help him.

"This is really unawesome!" Prussia mumbled to himself as he sat down on a rock. He stared up into the paling cloudless sky. Pretty soon, the sun will fall and he will be left alone in the darkness.

Prussia stood up, deciding to head out before night fell upon him. Prussia started to travel farther away from the border. "I wonder where to go... I guess I could go back to West's but... If he saw me like this, beaten up by a girl again, he's going to think I suck." Prussia continued to ponder as he walk on, then an idea hit him. "I should go to Italy's! He won't insult me for my failure, plus he's pretty adorable and he makes good pasta. Yeah!"

Prussia turned in the direction to the border of Switzerland to cross over to get to Italy. It wasn't long before Prussia managed to get out of Mt. Wank, and travel right on the borders of Germany and Austria, luckilly not meeting Hungary. The travel was quiet as Prussia never saw another human being. Finally he reached Switzerland, then entered into the country.

Prussia was actually pretty suprised when he was traveling peacefully through the neutral country. Well, I guess it is neutral... Good thing because I don't need another ass kicking Prussia thought to himself as he strolled along.

The leaves on the trees rustled as the grass blew. Wind blew in Prussia's face as he got a taste to the fresh air. The sun set in the distance. The quietness also gave this place a nice calming feeling. Yep, Prussia was alone, and he was used to that.

Even though Prussia had all this awesomeness, most countries tended to ignore him, or if they did pay attention, just get angry with him and reject him. It was hard being a has-been, even when he pretty much is East Germany.

"Hey! Who are you?!" A voice yelled from beside Prussia.

Prussia whirled around to find out of all people Switzerland, wearing a pink frilly nightgown that looked like it was supposed to be a girls and holding a shot gun, pointed strait at Prussia. Sadly, even in the pink nightgown, he still looked pretty manly.

Prussia shook a little. "I-I'm just passing through!" Then he realized he was acting afraid, which was so unawesome, then he crossed his arms, eyeing Switzerland.