unFRIENDLY RIVALRY: countryhumans

Meet me in the woods

Disclaimer: all of the dialogues in the flashback are in German, I just couldn't translate all of it because it looked really weird structure-wise.

First time he met him... it wasn't in one of those dark, depressing, bloody places...

It was in a field.

Filled with flowers, trees, birds and sunshine...

The young boy followed the whispers of wind. Enchanted by the swaying motion of the golden waves, he tore his way through a shallow sea of wheat.
The long grass making the lower half of of him disappear into the great yellow, he walked on. His stride unaffected and his conscience oblivious to his father's warnings.
As most of the young kids, he was adventurous. The little boy wondered what was lying beyond the land his father allowed him to roam, and without any care he walked on...
On and on, through the meadows and fields, enjoying the sun.

Just like that, he forgot where he was.
The sound of birdsongs filling his spirit with joy, he marched off beyond the so called 'safe' area, sprinting through the wheat field until he came across a wondrous sight.

A figure.

A man?

The boy felt perplexed, unsure of whether or not what he was seeing was even real.

He faced the back of a young man.
At first glance, maybe some wouldn't think about him being out of ordinary, that is if they were completely blinded by the strong rays of sunshine outlining his figure.
First thing he noticed was a pair of wings. He always found wings interesting. Oftentimes, he would wonder what his would look like once he's all grown up.
But it wasn't so much the first thing but the second that truly caught him off guard.

A halo?

A luminous golden ring loomed above the man's head.

Intrigued, the boy reached out to one of his wings, running his fingers through the soft yet stiff feathers. They reminded him of his own, except they were pure white, more adult looking, and as a result they were much wider, longer and sturdier in comparison to the youngling's small, fluffy, fragile ones.
A long and heavy, ponderous chain bid them together, pressing them tightly against his back. That same silver chain connected to the shackles on his neck, and a matching pair on his wrists.

The young man's wing tensed up at the sudden touch, but he didn't jerk away, instead, distracted from whatever he was doing previously, he turned around looking down at the child.

The teen raised a brow at the small boy, who has now let go of the wing with a somewhat of a scared look on his face.

"Was machst du hier alleine?"
(*What are you doing here all alone?*) Asked the young man, turning around to the boy.
"Wo ist dein Vater?"
(*Where's your father?*)

"Mei- mein Vater hat mich um diese Felder laufen lassen." The tricoloured boy stuttered, averting eye contact for a few seconds.
(*My dad let me walk around these fields.*)

"Kids shouldn't wonder off too far from their parents. There's a dangerous world out there. You should really go back home, your parents are probably looking for you." Said the man, squatting down to meet the other's eye-level.
Only now could he see the bicoloured country's features clearly enough to observe every detail of his face and a bright gold that hovered over his white hair. Confused and intrigued, he looked into the man's silver eyes that shimmered a brilliant colour. Hesitantly, the boy extended his hand towards the man's face, as if trying to distinguish reality from fiction. Slowly and gently he poked the man's cheek.

"Are you an angel?" The boy asked with a note of childish nativity.
His father was a religious man, he would often talk about his faith and teach him prayers. Sometimes, the young German felt a bit isolated. He didn't really interact with any of the countries aside from his family, and he has never ran into a country like this before. From all of the descriptions of angels he heard from his father, this man reminded him of one the most.
"My dad says that everyone has their own guardian angel. Are you mine?" He looked up at the man, wide-eyed.

"Kid, I am no angel. " The bicoloured country looked down at him almost empathetically, his voice low and warm.

"Can I touch it?" The smaller figure pointed with his index finger at the luminescent object. His large round eyes sparkling with fascination.

"Only if you promise that you'll go back to your dad right after."A soft half-smile appeared on his face, as the boy nodded in excitement, extending his small hand towards the yellow rays of light above the man's head.

"Deutschland The Third! Just what do you think you're doing?! Come back here this instant!" The boy jerked his hand away at the sudden shout. He spun around to see no one other than Prussia himself racing through the field in his direction, being mere meters away from them. The man next to him got up onto his feet, furrowing his brows as if anticipating a conflict.

"But, uncle, I-" The small tricoloured nation's speech was interrupted as the black and white man grabbed him by the shoulder, dragging him away.

"And you! Stay away from this child, vermin. Now get back to work!" The Prussian gritted his teeth in frustration as the other man gave him a look of defiance, raising his chin up high.

"Your father will have a word with you about this. What did I tell you about not talking to strangers?" The Prussian questioned his nephew, storming away from the man.

He had every reason to feel fear when his nephew would run into a nation that they were occupying. After all, it would be only natural to seek revenge after years of oppression. He knew very well just how many times Poland tried setting himself free. One time he even succeeded at it. If not the three's 'intervention' that had once again cut his lineage short, maybe the Pole still would've been a free man. He always tried to push the boundaries, constantly trying to rise up and fight. Prussia saw him as a borderline mad man. Yes, he was usually very distrustful of the occupied nations, but Poland in particular, was something that he deemed as unpredictable, maybe he would even go as far as to call it a something close to a possible threat.

"You cannot talk to this man, do you hear me?"

"But, why?" The small country inquired, not fully understanding what he has done wrong.

" Once you're old and strong enough to order them around you'll have all the time in the world to talk to them anyway. I don't want you to be anywhere near that boy now, do you hear me?
Promise me you will not talk to this man ever again."

"We don't associate with their kind."

their kind.

their kind

their kind

"Hey, Germany?" Out of his trip down the memory lane, a voice pulled him back into reality. Once again he was back where he was before; stuck in his office, blankly staring at the computer screen.

"Ah, Guten Morgen, Belgium. What brings you here?" Greeted the Germanic nation with a wide smile plastered across his face.

"Great Britain just left."

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Author's note:

No spell checks!

Not quite historical yet, I need a transition/ a set up so I can publish the historical chapters so they would tie in with the plot somehow.

Thank you for all my patient dumplings out there Xx 💞💞💞💞

Meet you in the next chapter my lovelies QwQ