My best friend forever!

Chapter 1: A

"Come on, come on! You big slow poke!" A young boy had called out to his friend, stretching his bow to aim for his prey. He ran forward towards the bunny he was hunting. His friend not far behind, panting but swinging around his sword like he was actually going to do something. He took in a deep breath and finally fell towards his best friend, causing the brown haired boy to tumble and let go of his bow. Their prey noticed their tumble and took the chance to run away.

  "Aww! Look what you did, you dummy! Our dinner's gone now!" The brown haired boy groaned in annoyance and frustration, face palming as he went over to pick up his bow. He replaced the bow on his back and looked over to the other younger friend. He perched his hips and made his way over to the platinum haired boy, out stretching his hand so he could support his buddy up. "I'm sooooo sorry, Hungary! Maybe if you waited for me to catch up, we wouldn't have ended up like this! I'm too awesome to make a silly mistake!" The platinum haired boy retorted, grabbing the outstretched hand to support himself back up. He wiped off the dirt from his uniform and cape.

  Said Hungary scoffed, crossing their arms and giving them a no-shit look. He then opened his mouth to combat back, "If you're sooo awesome, then perhaps you don't need such a non-awesome Hungarian kid as your bestie!" This immediately caught the younger boy's attention and he immediately straightened up. "Who said that? I'm just too awesome to make silly mistakes like that! It's YOUR fault for not waiting!" Hungary sighed with the most pained expression known to man— or country — and glared at the other boy. He walked forward and grabbed the platinum haired male by the collar and demanded to know, "How exactly is it my fault other than,  I don't fuckin' know, NOT BEING SLOW! God! You're so damn slow sometimes, TK." TK huffed in stubbornness, refusing to cooperate with Hungary on the fact that he was, indeed, correct. He crossed his arms and childishly pouted, looking in the other direction as if he had not just — not awesomely — been proven wrong.

  Hungary sighed once more before grabbing the younger's hand. "Come on, we need to find more prey before we practically starve! Back to the horses!" He dragged TK back to their steed, buckling their stallion's up for another good ride. They had the appearance of 14 year olds, having only been alive for around 200 years or so. They cower against the all mighty 400 year old England, and 3000 year old China.  They ride to another lake in hopes of fishing. They stop at one end of the lake and dismounted their horses, squatting near the water. Hungary put their finger in, and sure enough, the water had living inhabitants in it. "Looks like a good place to fish, TK. Might be a load of good fishes and the likes!" TK proudly puffed his chest and grabbed a fishing rod from their horse's inventory. "I've got this, Hungary! The awesome Teutonic Knights have nothing they can't beat!" He swung his first row in, sat down, and waited.
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And waited.
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And waited.
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"I caught one!" Hungary announced, earning a confused glance from TK. He asked, "How did you catch one so quickly??" The older boy scoffed before shoving his fishing rod in the arrogant boy's face. "I had bait, ya dimwit. You didn't put anything on your hook other than persistence and cockiness."
TK brushed off that comment and sighed, looking over to Hungary and asking him, "Hey.. Are we really, I dunno, best friends?" Hungary looked at him with a bitch face, before responding, "Yes! Of course we are, what did you think we were for the past 200 years? Fucking enemies?"

His bitchy response earned a smile on TK's face. They build a campfire before the sun fully falls down. They grab a couple of essentials as they throw the caught fish in the fire. "You know, Hungary, it's kinda cold. You sure you don't want to snuggle up against the awesome Teutonic Knight's cape?" Hungary simply nodded, flipping the fish to cook both sides. He blew on the fire a bit to make it larger and hotter. He took a deep breath and sighed, making his way to the other side of the fire to TK's direction. TK looked up at him and scooted over, allowing Hungary to sit down next to him. From his bag, he pulled out a Hammered Dulcimer, otherwise known as another string instrument. Hungary has made this not too long ago, around 900 A.D. He begins to play a tune which TK had grown accustomed to. They sang a song in Germanic for quite a bit, settling down on the fire as they cuddled against each other's warmth. The doze off on each other's shoulder and smile sweetly. They both whisper to each other, "Gute Nacht."