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France happily prances through the green fields of his countryside, collecting flowers and putting them in his basket.
Suddenly, someone tackled him, making him roll down the grassy knoll. “Ow! What was that?!” France exclaimed as he crawled away from the perpetrator who rolled down with him. Turns out, it was not some bandit trying to kidnap an unsupervised child, it was actually his friend, Spain!
“Spain! What was that for!” France yelled as he sat up from the ground. “Hehe, Sorry, amigo!” Spain laughed at his friend’s pouty face. “Ugh… now my hair is all messy!” France got up and immediately started fixing his hair and Spain laughed. “You worry too much about your appearance!” Spain said as he put an arm over France.
“Could you at least help me pick up the flowers that fell?” France asked and Spain nodded. “Of course, Francia!”
As the two picked up France’s flowers, another child their age approached them. “Who are you guys?” The two friends turned to the voice. The person who stood before them was about their age and he had mysteriously white hair and pale skin, as well as purple-ish red eyes, he was holding a small blade in his left hand.
“Uhm, who’s asking?” France said as he picked himself up from the grassy ground. “I’m the Teutonic Order, idiot. You’re really behind on this stuff.” The Teutonic Order, later known as Prussia, responded quite rudely. France rolled his eyes at the other boy. “Don’t act like you’re some big name kingdom, little boy. You’re just a religious mercenary group!” France scoffed. “Whatever, just answer my damn question.” The boy dressed in white pressed. “I’m Spain, that’s France.” Spain responded. “Oh, I’ve heard of you guys.” Prussia responded. (Yes, I’ll be referring to him as Prussia instead of Teutonic Order for the rest of this story.) France smirked.
“Of course you have! We’re big names! Kingdoms! You’re just some mercenary group!” France laughed. Prussia let out a frustrated groan. “Whatever, Princess, I don’t have time for your dumb egotistical boasts.” Spain giggled at the nickname whilst France tilted his head at it. “Princess?” France asked. Prussia raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? You’re like a prissy little princess. Always boasting about how big you are.” Prussia replied. “You do know I’m a boy like you, right?” France asked. Prussia looked at him with a confused expression as Spain burst out laughing.
“But you’re wearing a dress!” The other boy pointed out, France scoffed. “Clearly a rusty mercenary group like you know nothing of the latest European fashions!” France scoffed. “Besides, it’s not like you’re wearing anything different.” France said, grabbing a piece of Prussia’s cape. Prussia pulled the cape away from him and glared.
“It’s a tunic, Dummkopf!” Prussia angrily said to the other boy. France giggled, seeing the other so riled up. “Sure it is…” France teased. “Why you little-”
“HEY TEUTONIC BOY! GET OVER HERE!” An adult member of the Teutonic Knights called for the boy as he turned towards the man. “Ja… I’m coming…” Prussia said as he turned back towards the two boys he had just met.
France stuck out his tongue at the albino whilst Spain gave him a small wave of goodbye. Prussia pouted at the both of them and ran off.
“What a rude little boy! Raising his voice at big brother!” France remarked. “Well, you were kind of rude to him.” Spain added. “He was rude to me first!” France replied as they both walked back over the grassy knoll to their houses.
Little did the three boys know, they’d become quite close in a few centuries.