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Clumsy Thinking

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"You better not try anything, Knight."

That was a thing. He never called me by either of my names. I was always just Knight. And he was just Magyar -because he didn't have a name.

And currently, he was bent over, hands on a tree trunk, wincing in pain.

...Oh man. It's not as dirty as it sounds, I swear. See, he had jumped off of a tree branch -don't ask- and one of his feet hit a rock when he landed. I was holding his foot up, trying to see how badly he had been cut. But, the thing is, I could not stop thinking.

Thinking about.. the possibility that he might actually be she. About how her torso was beginning to gently curve. About the way her legs looked, tensed and rippling against the fabric of her pants. About how those legs and that torso gave way to a.. No. No. No. Gilbert. No.

"Ah! Jackass- be gentler!"

I tried to ignore how suggestive that sounded.

"Good Lord, I'm not even touching you."

"You're touching my ankle."

"...Mature."

He turned his head and stuck his tongue out at me, quickly pulling it back in and gritting his teeth. "Dude!"

"Calm down." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm gonna push you off a tree and onto a rock one day. See how you like it."

"Someone's a little violent."

"Shut up and fix me." He scowled, then blushed a little. "My foot. Fix my foot. Dammit, kid, if I can't run anymore-"

I grinned.

"OW- The fuck?!" He tried to turn to me but ended up loosing balance and twisting so that his back hit the tree. He gave me a look like I had just killed a horse or something.

"It's gonna leave a bruise by the way. A big, painful one. So yeah. I wouldn't run."

"What did you just do?!"

I held up a little pebble. "I got it."

He smacked my forehead and snatched the pebble away.

I chuckled. "Here. I'll carry you."

"I don't need you to carry me." He snapped. He took one step and promptly fell on his ass... The one that was almost pressed against-- NO. God no!

I laughed loudly and held out my hand.

"You're obnoxious." He grinned a little and stood, hopping up on my back.

"And you are way more clumsy than you need to be, Chicky. Makes my job harder."

"Excuse me, but I am the epitome of grace. And don't call me chick, weirdo."

Chick. Dammit.

I sighed and ignored the fact that her body was propped restlessly on my back. And that my hands were holding her up by her thighs. And that I was grinning the whole way home.

I'm screwed, aren't I?
That was way shorter than I wanted it to be.

...
Oh, Gilbert. Yes. Yes you are screwed. You little perv, you.. :iconhurrplz:

So, uh, yeah. I was walking. And then I stepped on a rock. And then this little piece of irrelevant fluff was born.

"OHAY ALGACEREBRUM WUTS PRUSHA TALKIN ABOUT WIN HE SAYED 'my job'??" :iconherpderpplz:

..you may ask.
Well. I don't know. I think I read somewhere that at some point, the Teutonic Knights were assigned to "protect" certain areas of Hungary?
..so yeah. Deal with it.

Young!PruHun (c) Himaruya


OH YEAH.
And whenever writing or drawing Prussia and Hungary I will always and forever be listening to this:
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TrepidationChance's avatar
:3
SO CUTE!!!
Please, give me more fanfics!!!